Saturday, September 29, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
Maybe it's the wonderful lunchtime picnic and playground frolic we spent with friends.
Maybe it's the sweet silence in the house, meaning my boys are sleeping.
Maybe it's feeling more physically like myself than I have in months.
Maybe it's God's grace permeating our hearts and beings.
Whatever it is (most likely the latter), today is a good day.
Praise God for that.
[Yet I still have reason to cry and ache for sweet babies... God bless you, Conor and Boothe. Please know of our prayers.]
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Sweet baby Jude.
And can I take a moment to tell you about our Jude?
[Those of you who know me are aware that I'm somewhat of an open book. Therefore, I feel drawn to telling you about our child. This is my way of healing. Please refrain from reading if it makes you uncomfortable...]
Jude was about an inch big with perfect little human parts. I estimate his gestational age was around 9.5-10 weeks judging from his development. He had sweet little eyes and a large mouth (typical Gasperini! ;) His beautiful arms extended into tiny little hands with small finger buds. He was absolutely at peace while GG and I marveled at our Lord's creation in him. He was beautiful and I am so glad to have had the chance to know him in physical form.
We laid him to rest in a gorgeous crystal box with an etched cross on the lid given to us by our dear friends. We plan to bury him on campus near the breathtaking Grotto, where many go to offer petitions. What a holy place for our little one to eternally rest...
Pray for us, sweet baby Jude.
There's a little piece of my heart on this Tuesday morning.
God bless you and thanks for listening.
Monday, September 24, 2007
I found such hope in the following story.
Yes, I feel the risk of love is always worth it.
To love my boys is to know that every baby is worth the risk.
Every baby, even miscarried ones, is an opportunity to know more love.
Yes, to reap love is to be quite blessed.
Even in the midst of everything, we are still feeling such blessings.
God bless you today.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
Not for the Army this time, but for a small, growing baby.
I am 11 weeks today and am experiencing some uterine achiness and light spotting.
Thankfully, my midwife has allayed alot of my fears and wants me to have a nice, relaxing weekend before seeing her on Monday, where I'll have my first exam and an ultrasound to boot! She wants to assure us that all is well with the little one. Praise God for her today. Her words were like salve to my worries.
And in the meantime, we'd love your prayers.
They are so very effective.
God bless you this Friday...
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Lord have mercy if this next one isn't a girl! God bless!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
* warm oatmeal with brown sugar
* the morning snooze that saved me after an early morning wake-up.
* the campus gate guards who let us through to visit the duck pond (rather than making us park more than a mile away! God bless them...)
* the relaxing lunch and duck feeding we enjoyed with friends.
* the caffeine-free diet Dr. Pepper my dearest friend pulled from her bag... for me! Oh, the indulgence! (I try to stear clear of Aspartame in pregnancy, though I love it so!) What a treat.
* the message left on our machine by a friend, who's recently moved away. It was a blessing to hear her voice.
* the celebration of my mother's 61 years on earth. (A rather large blessing!)
Happy Birthday, Mom/Gramz!!!
* the revelation of the *wonderful* Catholic women's Bible study we had last night. So rich and so blessed!
* the sweetness of a baby, who doesn't want to nap, but wants desperately to snuggle in my arms.
God, you are so good to me.
Thank you for the little joys today that make it worth living.
And, as always, may God bless you.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
How nice is it just to sit back and enjoy the company of great friends?
Thanks to the T Fam for making the trip yesterday... They checked up on their godson, little T, making sure he has been prayerful and obedient (for the most part!) We checked up on our godson, the big boy Christopher, who is so special to us and is growing into such a sweet and independent young man. What a blissful day!
News to report: M conquered the large slide at the playground (much to his mother's chagrin!) Enjoy the shots of our relaxing afternoon...
Friday, September 14, 2007
B-mama: I'm sorry, M, but I don't know what you're saying.
M: Jaash Groben CD.
B-mama: Oh, Josh Grobin! You want to listen to Josh Groban?
I have indoctrinated my son. He loves Josh Groban. And so do I. Can you blame him? The poor thing has been surrounded by his music since in the womb. So has Baby T. They both stop mid-play to listen to his glorious music. We are all in love with it; bordering on obsessed, I guess.
Josh Groban and 80's music. My children will start pre-school knowing the tune to "Video Killed The Radio Star." We jammed the other morning at breakfast to Pure 80's.
Does this count as brainwashing one's children? If so, I'm completely guilty.
Immaculee writes a firsthand account of being raised in a loving, Catholic Christian home amidst her upstanding, educated parents and three strong, faithful brothers. Her world was a Christ-centered dream of innocence... only to be shattered by a genocide killing of over one million Rwandans in 100 days. She survived by hiding in a bathroom with 7 other women, praying fervently and relying on her Lord to see her through to victory, which He did.
While the book portrays every atrocity and brutality at the hands of the killers, I was never fearful. More was I completely overcome by the evident spirituality springing forth from Immaculee while she suffered. She prayed and prayed and prayed. She believed. She battled the enemy. She fought loneliness and resentment. She forgave her hunters. She found Godly closeness. She lived to tell.
As you know, I've been dealing with my own prayer journey, grappling with the meaning of prayer and how I fit into the Divine prayer picture. What a blessing this book was to me in the midst of my re-discovery!!! I was so struck by Immaculee's belief in the effectiveness of her own prayer. She prayed with her whole heart and acted with her whole being to meet God in His provision. And He always met her. She always had reason to rejoice in answered prayer. It was pretty overwhelming and very humbling to this saved-by-His-grace mama!
Overall, I totally recommend this read. I'll venture to say you'll come away with a lot more than just a provoking story. God might just use it to teach you something as well.
Happy immersing and entrenching (you really won't be able to put it down!)
God bless and TGIF.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
In the meantime, I'm about to head back to an afternoon filled with cousins (boys all around), grandparents, my boys, and my sister. I so cherish my family and this opportunity to spend the day together. God bless you.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
*I remember watching the first, then the second tower fall as we gathered around a TV in our school's workout gym.
*I remember seeing students frantically on the phones, crying and trying to reach their parents, many of whom worked in the city.
*I remember watching a science colleague anguish over not hearing from his wife, who worked in the World Trade Center Financial building (within the plaza).
*I remember hearing of dear Isabel, who had received her husband's last words from the top of Tower 2 via phone messages from the secretary.
*I remember attending her husband's memorial service a week later and being struck by the strength of his parents. His body was recovered the following week.
*I remember sitting in my apartment weeping.
We all will never forget.
God bless you on this solemn day of remembrance.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Was that 29... or 31? Did I miscount? Are they too stirred or not stirred enough? Should there be chunks of powder remaining? Will they turn out or be the worst brownies ever?!?
This is torture for anyone remotely analytical!! There's too much grey!
Betty Crocker, take me away!!!
So I made her brownies this weekend.
All she asked of me was to "mix well".
Thank you, Betty.
God bless you, Betty.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
GG: I've always pictured Mary as the mom on the sidelines, not worrying about the score, but whether or not the players are okay.
*Isn't my hubby the sweetest? I just thought this was such a beautiful vision of Christ's mother! God bless.
Friday, September 7, 2007
Nothing like beating the gloomy midwestern skies with ample activities and "adventures" as we like to call them in Gasperini-Ville. M will refuse to go in the car for a simple errand, but as soon as we say we're "going on an adventure" (as it usually is for this mama!), he's all for it, hopping in the car willingly! This morning was no exception...
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
While Gasperini-Ville appears to be all smiles and cheer lately, I have to admit to some pretty rough days as a mother of two small children and another in utero (causing me ample "suffering" throughout the day). The bottom line: we are in a really tough stage where both boys are continuing to grow and NEED and are able to offer little help to their first trimester mama! I'd have to say, Monday was one of our worst days on record--child and mama behavior, alike. By the time GG came home, I was a wreck and needed a break!
Praise God for a *wonderful* and escaping coffee date with my dear friend, Catherine. GG set it up, calling her hubby and asking if his wife could go out with me. How sweet! And I needed it so... :) We had a grand time and C lent me a book I quoted above. What solace and insight! I have been consuming it since... and feeling much better.
And not that we haven't had our hang-ups, but sometimes its nice to know one is not alone in the mothering world; that things are frustrating, challenging, overwhelming and often! Sometimes I wish society was as it was eons ago when people lived in hunter/gatherer societies. Even women then needed each other to commiserate with and support one another! It's no wonder they didn't want to head out and hunt meat. They had too much to talk about! :)
Glad to fill you in on the latest. No facades here in Gasperini-Ville.
God bless your Wednesday!
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
And guess who couldn't wait to get started...
M was "all systems go" from the beginning, offering mom a quick hug and "love you" before tearing off to his first exciting day of school. May this be the start of his love affair with school and learning (a chip off his parents' blocks).
Needless to say, the words "awesome school" and "great job school" were heard in the car on the way home. M was in heaven... When I asked him if he liked it, he replied with an emphatic "YES!!!" His teachers said it was as if he'd been around for a year. He had a wonderful first day.
And quite surprisingly, this mama was bereft of tears. I know, shocker! Why? I think because I know this is the *best* thing for our independent and confident little man. Will it always be best? We'll see. GG and I remain open to all schooling possibilities--homeschooling, parochial, public. It just depends on what's best for our kids. Praise God for the freedom to choose.
Cheers to new crayons, scissors, and glue! God bless.
Monday, September 3, 2007
Going out to dinner? Nope.
LOST is premiering? Nope.
My children will be in bed by 5:30? Nope. (I'm horrible. :)
We are having cheesy potato soup!!!! I have been craving it so... Last night I whipped up a batch early so it's ready to go tonight. SO EXCITED! Of course I had to sample a little (a lot) bit before going to bed just to make sure it was "good enough". YUM.
Here's the recipe in case you have cheesy potato cravings of your own. It's a snap and has wonderful, subtle cheesy goodness... Just don't inquire about the fat content (it's way too overwhelming, though you could healthy it up with some lower fat cheese varieties. I also make mine with skim milk to help the cause.) Enjoy and God bless your tummies!
Cheddar Cheese Soup
1 C. potatoes, diced.
1/2 C. celery, chopped.
1/2 C. carrots, chopped.
1/2 C. onion, chopped.
1/2 C. gr. pepper, chopped.
4 T. butter
1 (10.75 oz.) can chicken broth plus water to equal 3 cups
Dash white pepper (I use black.)
2 C. milk
1/2 C. flour
3 C. Cheddar cheese, grated.
1 T. parsley (I omit.)
Saute veggies in butter. Add broth, water, and pepper. Cover and simmer 30min. Blend milk and flour. Stir into broth. Add cheese, then cook and stir over low heat until thick. Add parsley. Serves 4.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
1. Pregnancy = endless hunger = buying more food because everything looks so good.
2. Buying more = spending more $$$.
3. Spending more $$$ = having less to buy on "fun" items. Sad.
4. "Baby Brain", or the forgetfulness that comes with pregnancy (brain cells "consumed" by the baby rather than day-to-day tasks), will lead to forgetting essential grocery items and causing a poor prego to have to return to the store later, exhausted.
5. Number 4 will also cause one to forget where she parked her car after she's all done. Poor, pathetic soul.
6. When she's really all done, home, and groceries are put away, she will then proceed to eat an entire bag of kettle cooked potato chips (the ones she bought for her husband, but really wanted for herself. Yeah, those ones. All of them. Darn grocery store!)
7. She will subsequently sack out on the couch in exhaustion, hoping never to return to that God forsaken place. Now who wouldn't take pity on such a soul?
(This post is dedicated to my loving hubby in the hopes he will assume grocery duty from now on, especially if he knows what's good for him. :) God bless your Sunday!
Saturday, September 1, 2007
...and then collapsed later from all the action! I was bushed!
Hope you enjoyed a blessed day. Hugs.