‘Tis the season for many things: for my high school daughter (Molly) it is the season to study, for my youngest it is the season to bake, for my middle child it is the season to curl up and read a good book, for me tis the season to reminisce on the memories. In light of that, I decided to look back on my old blog and share some of these “blog worthy” moments with you all. Remember to slow down this season and enjoy your kids while they are young or if they are old and grown, take time to remember when they were still your babies. Have a wonderful holiday season.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
First Day of School
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
What a ride…
The last 5 days have been a roller coaster ride.
My “Cowboy” Grandad of 96 passed away and we celebrated his funeral Mass last week. There were as many laughs as tears and the stories were plentiful. Because he was so healthy and full of spirit, he was able to travel up until the last month of his life. He was famous for his sayings.. our girls favorite is repeated at the dinner table on a regular basis. “Up to my lips, touch my gums, look out guts here it comes.”
On Friday, Maeve who is only in her 2nd week of kindergarten, received a school honor… her name was announced over the intercom for getting the viking virtue for responsibility. However, since Maeve doesn’t know the meaning of “Viking” or “Virtue” and when she hears “Responsibility,” it usually isn’t good. Hence, she thought she was in trouble and had to go see the “principal.” Instead of a proud smile, she burst into tears. Her sisters finally calmed her down and explain it was a “good thing.” So much for her first school honor.
The Irish Festival and Feis was this past weekend. Although I missed thefestivities because of travel, my in-laws accompanied Brian and the girls. Thankfully my MIL was able to curl Molly’s hair ( check out the ringlets that are required for an Irish Dance competition). Molly won a first place in her Single Jig and also medaled in her light jig and slip jig. Upon learning she had won, a bystander was heard saying, “watching her reaction is better than watching the dances!”
The weekend capstonedyesterday at the Body Mind Spirit Triathlon. Our family church group hosted the event. The families participating started preparing last May walking/running 26 miles, reading 26 books and doing 26 acts of service — one mile, one book and one good deed at a time. The celebration run/walk was yesterday. Hundreds of people showed up, and we were able to raise $10,000 to go to a school in Africa. Our Maureen prayed last night in her “specials” that we keep raising money so that all kids everywhere have a school to go to. Amen Maureen!
Monday, November 3, 2008
A “Spook”tacular Halloween
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Little Girls, Little Girls… All Around Me All I see isssssss Littttle Girls…
“…Some women are dripping with diamonds, some women are dripping with pearls, lucky me, lucky me, look at what I am dripping with……… little girllllllllllllllls. ” — Ms. Hannigan in “Annie”
Ms Hannigan and I share the same theme song … only it is all in the way you sing it that changes the meaning.
This past weekend Brian and I celebrated Valentines Day and Brian’s 38th birthday in St. Louis. Molly danced in the St. Louis feis and earned herself another medal. Maureen is anxiously awaiting the day she can pin on a number, throw on a wig and dance herself.
On Sunday we played an adult sized “Shoots and Ladders” game at the STL City Museum…even watched a mini circus featuring some amazing circus students…
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Getting Older
It’s trite. “Time Flies.” “They grow up so fast.” “It seems like just yesterday.” All of them. Trite. We need a new phrase that holds the magnitude of what these statements mean.
Today our oldest started middle school, our middle 4th grade and our youngest 2nd. I have been trying to find the words to describe what I am feeling.
I told a friend today that I started having kids at age 12 … I meant that I felt too young to have a “tween.” It was the wrong description. I know because of the blank stare.
How about:
- I cried today because I realized I embarrassed my child, by just being seen with her
- I thought by sharing the memories of my first day of 6th grade would be a bonding experience with my child. It wasn’t; she didn’t relate to my story about my new “Jessica McClintock” jumper that I wore on my first day of school.
- I sang along to one of their favorite songs on the ipod, they stopped singing.
It’s OK. I know I did it to my Mom, too. I guess I should see it as a right of passage. They still said prayers with us tonight. They still kissed us goodnight. They still told us they loved us.
Oh, If Only I Could Freeze Time…. I know…. trite.
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