Uh yeah. There are really no words. Except, who else is not surprised that it's a female Anglican pastor?
Why was a dog in church in the first place?
First Things weighs in
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Maybe It's Just Because I Follow So Many Catholic Mommy Blogs...
...but the posts I read always seem to be wonderfully overlapping. Here are two from two blogs I always enjoy:
A Woman's Place on the vocation of Mothermood at Mass
Betty Duffy on the Holy kindness of strangers
Our son is still charmingly well-behaved at Mass (for a 3 month old who loves to be constantly bounced or walked, he politely allows himself to be cradled in our laps with nary a squeak. Ok, maybe a tiny squeak. But he is so darn cute that even the most hardened elderly parishioner's icy glare melts when they turn around in their pew and see him calmly batting his eyelashes at them.) Anyway, the occasional Sunday when either my husband or I need to quickly bring Baby D to the cry room (or outside, like at our previous church which lacked such a room) always makes me think, should there really be a designated place to store our children so the Mass can continue in peace? I'm all for removing a screaming child from the situation (and we've all experienced the ear-piercing wail of our own child or another's at Mass) but why is there a special spot, a kind of limbo, where a parent and child can tangentially experience the Mass without annoying another parishioners? And what of those parents who completely bypass the pews and begin Mass behind the soundproof glass - will this be my husband and I someday? And why don't churches built before the 60s have these magic rooms? Hmmmm....
A Woman's Place on the vocation of Mothermood at Mass
Betty Duffy on the Holy kindness of strangers
Our son is still charmingly well-behaved at Mass (for a 3 month old who loves to be constantly bounced or walked, he politely allows himself to be cradled in our laps with nary a squeak. Ok, maybe a tiny squeak. But he is so darn cute that even the most hardened elderly parishioner's icy glare melts when they turn around in their pew and see him calmly batting his eyelashes at them.) Anyway, the occasional Sunday when either my husband or I need to quickly bring Baby D to the cry room (or outside, like at our previous church which lacked such a room) always makes me think, should there really be a designated place to store our children so the Mass can continue in peace? I'm all for removing a screaming child from the situation (and we've all experienced the ear-piercing wail of our own child or another's at Mass) but why is there a special spot, a kind of limbo, where a parent and child can tangentially experience the Mass without annoying another parishioners? And what of those parents who completely bypass the pews and begin Mass behind the soundproof glass - will this be my husband and I someday? And why don't churches built before the 60s have these magic rooms? Hmmmm....
Thursday, July 29, 2010
A comment on this post:
One of the things that I loved about Mass, when I decided to convert, was that there are crying babies and toddlers there - believe it or not! It just seems like the whole human family is there, and that's so precious. I was proud of those parents for bringing their children - everyone should be.
A related story: One time, at an RCIA prayer meeting, a mother had to bring her toddler. The toddler started a tantrum and the mother apologized profusely. Our wonderful priest smiled and said, "Don't apologize. She's acting the same way Jesus acted at that age." Those words have always stuck with me; I hope maybe they can bring a smile (or at least a bit of peace!) to you.
One of the things that I loved about Mass, when I decided to convert, was that there are crying babies and toddlers there - believe it or not! It just seems like the whole human family is there, and that's so precious. I was proud of those parents for bringing their children - everyone should be.
A related story: One time, at an RCIA prayer meeting, a mother had to bring her toddler. The toddler started a tantrum and the mother apologized profusely. Our wonderful priest smiled and said, "Don't apologize. She's acting the same way Jesus acted at that age." Those words have always stuck with me; I hope maybe they can bring a smile (or at least a bit of peace!) to you.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
2 Posts in 2 Days
You may have noticed that I have added three new buttons to the side bar on the right. ---->
(Scroll down. Keep going. You'll see them.)
They're three super neat online shops hosted (and supplied with super cute handmade products!) by three ladies. After drooling over the ruffled adorableness and personalized necklaces for far too long (wasting precious baby nap minutes), I decided to stick the buttons over there -----> so others could appreciate the handiwork.
And hey, in this economy, with this president, and this idea of stimulus, small businesses can use all the help they can get. We might all be forced to open our own online shops soon.
Well, except for us SAHMs. Yay job security.
(Scroll down. Keep going. You'll see them.)
They're three super neat online shops hosted (and supplied with super cute handmade products!) by three ladies. After drooling over the ruffled adorableness and personalized necklaces for far too long (wasting precious baby nap minutes), I decided to stick the buttons over there -----> so others could appreciate the handiwork.
And hey, in this economy, with this president, and this idea of stimulus, small businesses can use all the help they can get. We might all be forced to open our own online shops soon.
Well, except for us SAHMs. Yay job security.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Looks Like Two Tiny People Can Have a Giant Baby
Not that my husband and I are all that tiny (we're both slightly above average height, though a bit on the skinny side), and not that Baby D is ginormous, but he is certainly not the average sized baby we assumed we would have.
Obligatory baby stat info:
Length: 24 1/2 inches - 97th percentile
Weight: 13 lb. 6 oz. - 90th percentile
Head: 40.5 cm - 75th percentile
Keep in mind that this kid was born 8 lb. , 22 in. And he is certainly not drinking formula.
I know. It's a mystery to us, too.
Our little basketball player!
Obligatory baby stat info:
Length: 24 1/2 inches - 97th percentile
Weight: 13 lb. 6 oz. - 90th percentile
Head: 40.5 cm - 75th percentile
Keep in mind that this kid was born 8 lb. , 22 in. And he is certainly not drinking formula.
I know. It's a mystery to us, too.
Our little basketball player!
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