Being a godparent

Almost 10 months ago my husband and I became godparents to the sweetest little boy (M).  What a great blessing and responsibility, being godparents.  It is not something we wanted to take lightly.  At M's baptism we promised to help his parents bring him up in our Catholic faith.  Now, our friends (M's parents) are strong in their faith.  They are a good Catholic couple, so our job isn't that hard but I don't want to be lazy.  It is important to me, and my husband that our godson always know we are there for him.  He doesn't live too far away, but far enough that we can't see him as often as we'd like.  So, I started asking myself what we could do for M so he knows we are always here.


I wanted to do something that has to do with our faith, something creative.  So, I asked my mom, who is a teacher. She suggested we do something with the saints. After brainstorming with my husband we decided that once a month we would send a letter to M telling him about a saint, a new one every month.  So, this month, being Valentines day we sent him his 1st letter telling him about St. Valentine.

So, I finally found something fun, creative and educational to help my growing godson.  I'm so very excited to continue. The hard part is picking the saints, there are so many amazing ones!


(<a screen shot of the letter)

i'm back!

3 months and 1 baby later, I'm back! I'm a mommy now.  Let me tell you, what a joy! My husband and I are the proud parents of a sweet little baby boy.  Well, maybe not little, he is a hefty "little" guy.  He was almost 10 lbs at birth and he is 14lbs now (at 3 months).  We just love our little chunker.

 Being a mom is everything I expected and more.  It is also a little scary.  I'm a worry wart.  Now, our little guy is an incredibly mellow baby.  In 3 months he has maybe had a serious cry 3 times (not including when he had his shots). We were even able to take him on an airplane at 2 months and he didn't cry once on the 4 hour flight.  He is just not a fussy baby.  So those few times when he is fussy, I always think there is something seriously wrong.  Usually its just a case of needing a diaper change or he wants to be facing out.  As new parents, we learn. 

In 3 months, our boy has learned to smile, giggle, hold his head up, babble (he doesn't stop) and pick up toys (thats a recent one).  In 3 months my husband and I have learned to eat fast, duck when changing diapers and the pacifiers aren't as evil as we once thought. 

We are looking forward to the next years, and even bough a zoo pass for this year! 

3  cheers for parenting! More to come. Praise God for little ones!

Growing up

...When you're 7-years-old Christmas and birthdays are the most exciting times. You get new toys to play with, new clothes to wear; it's an exciting day. I used to sit and wonder, "why aren't my parents excited to open gifts, their so much more concerned filming me...weird." When I would ask them, they usually responded "we'd rather watch you open your gifts." How could someone NOT be excited to open their own gifts, or about getting gifts?

I get it now! Actually it was a concept I started to grasp in high school. I was more excited about Christmas lights, music and food than the gifts I would get on the 25th. I was more excited to spend time with my family on Christmas, or on birthdays than to open the nicely wrapped gifts. Then a few nights ago, it REALLY hit me. My husband asked me what I want for Christmas, yes it's still a few months away but I guess it's never to early to plan. I stared at him speechless. I have NO idea. When I was 7, I could talk for an hour forming a list of things I wanted, at 17 I had a few definite Christmas wishes but now at 22, nothing.

I guess it's not so much that I don't have anything I want, but those wants are covered by needs. While trying to think of things I want my head starts focusing on practical things such as grocery gift cards, or carpet cleaning for my apartment...lame stuff. Or my mind starts thinking about things I want for the new baby, like a cute outfit I saw at Gymboree or Carters or toys for the baby. I can think of all the things my husband wants, but my mind no longer focus' on stuff for me.

I guess that's part of being a wife and a mother. I'm content with what I have, and that's a lot compared to most. I have a loving husband, we are expecting our first child any day now, and we have a strong faith and love for God. Honestly, what more could I want?

Or, i'm just getting old...

Go Cardinals!

Just a short post to cheer on my home team. First game of the world series 2011 is tonight and since we don't have cable, or get regular stations i'm force to glue myself to the computer. It's not an ideal situation, especially when my Cardinals are playing, but I make due.

Here is an awesome video dedicated to the Cardinals!

GO CARDINALS! GO CARDINALS! GO!

Entertainment for Monday

Here is a bit of entertainment for that slow Monday. A clever video with a surprise ending. Enjoy!

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Here is a 33 min. video about how people today don't know, or don't think but are willing to listen. The gentlemen conducting the interviews was able to get people to listen and participate. However, there are a few things he mentioned, such as his stance on where you go in the afterlife and the lack of any form of purgatory, that are a bit off the mark.

I do highly recommend watching this, 33 min does sound daunting, but it's the weekend and it is "entertaining" enough (frustrating enough) that it's not as daunting as it may seem.

Just remember there are some incorrect things said, but the overall message of this documentary is a great one.

What do the blind dream?

We have all had dreams. Some are epic, some scare us, some are to real for words. It seems our dreams are relatable to what we see everyday, or what we know. You have my permission to laugh at this, but when I was a kid, I dreamt I was on the Titanic and Leo DiCaprio was my dad...I was 8, and had just seen the film (my parents were unaware of the sex scenes...I covered my eyes).

It's fun to tell others your dreams, because usually, they are so crazy and unrealistic that you just gotta share them.

My husband is a deep thinker. It's kindof amazing some of the questions he comes up with, they just make you sit there and think for a moment. The other day he asked, "What do the blind dream about?". My immediate response was, probably what everyone dreams; but if they have been blind since birth, what do they relate to visually that would make that movie in their head at night? They haven't seen roller coasters, or knights in shining armor. Maybe they dream their own interpretation of things we see, based on sound.

If I ever meet a blind person, I plan to ask ( as long as it isn't insulting).