Author - Lorri

Celebrity

No doubt you’ve heard of the death of John Travolta’s son.  I won’t even bother to link to a story, it’s everywhere.  You know what I think is so sad, beyond the tragic loss of life?  The way this story is played out in the media.  All the details are being broadcast, from the desperate father’s plea for his son to wake up, to who is going to do the autopsy.  The EMT who responded to the call has done an interview and people are even speculating about whether the boy was allowed anti-seizure meds.

John Travolta is a big star, I know.  But can’t we leave these people alone?  Is the death of his teenage son newsworthy?  Yes.  Are all the agonizing details our right to know?  Absolutely not.

When Rebecca died, there was a standard investigation.  Philip and I gave separate, sworn statements.  They came to our home and took pictures.  Word spread quickly through our small community.  But none of it was published for the world to read and comment and pass judgement on.  Things that needed to stay private stayed private.

When a child dies, life is never the same.  Even the most ordinary things change, things you wouldn’t even think mattered.  I cannot imagine having this played out on a world stage.  I guess in some way, being a celebrity at a time like this might bring comfort – knowing that strangers care about you.  But there is just not enough money in the world that would make me want to share my grief with the world like that.  What the world knows is only what I’ve chosen to share.

I don’t know what my point is exactly.  I feel badly for John Travolta and Kelly Preston and their surviving daughter.  Such a long road stretches in front of them and the world gets to come along to watch.

Slacking

I’ve been really busy this week – busy slacking, that is.  I had great plans, of course.  I always do.  I was going to clean up the Christmas explosion of toys, get the rest of the Cub Scout popcorn out of here, review our upcoming school year, and put all the wrapping paper away.

Yeah.  So, none of that happened.

Instead I stayed up way too late every night with Philip, watching Monarch of the Glen or playing Lego Indiana Jones.  Or both.  But not at the same time.  That resulted in me sleeping way too late every morning and it being around noon before I really got going.  And then you know, the children needed my help putting together their new Lego sets.

Oh, and we also took 5 children to Port Discovery (again!!) last weekend, then braved the 50 MPH winds to go to Mount Vernon on New Year’s Eve.  I had forgotten that they open the normallly closed attic during Christmastime and I wanted to see it.  Now we’ve seen the whole mansion from attic to basement. The attic has a phenominal view and a really cool copula and the room that Martha Washington moved into after George’s death.  I like Martha Washington.  She was short and she was married to an Army officer.  I bet she would have written a very interesting blog.

Alas, duty calls.  Unlike Martha, all the actual household duties fall to me so my time as slacker mom is over.  It was fun while it lasted.

Today Was a Good Day

Today was a good day.  Today we celebrate a good day eight years ago when our Pumpkin Girl arrived.  All 5 pounds, 12 ounces of her (and full term, too!), she was the tiniest, sweetest little thing that changed our lives forever.  We are so grateful for her.

Happy Birthday, Pumpkin Girl!  We love you!

Looking Back

How was your Christmas?  I hope it was a blessed one, full of love and gratitude.  One of my many Jen friends had a baby on Christmas Eve – does it get better than that?  Not really, but short of that, our Christmas was a good one.

Our Christmas Eve was a little busier than I would have liked, but it wasn’t too crazy.  Next year (and I say this every year) I’ll do things a bit differently.  I want to have more presents wrapped, ideally as they arrive at the house, and have more things baked earlier.  Next year we’ll have a deep freezer, so I can get an early start and freeze cookies and quick breads a month or two early.  That’s the plan, anyway.  God doesn’t like me making plans, though.

In the late afternoon we were all rushed and irritable.  Philip had to arrive at church an hour early to sing in the choir, and Boo was serving at mass, so he went early, too.  That left me, Pumpkin Girl and Bip to get ready and sit by ourselves.  I have to admit that I was quite put out by that and Bip didn’t help by whining through mass and I had to take him out.  Mass was long and filled with incense – and just listen to me, could I complain any more?  Someone smack me, OK?  Ah, much better.  Sorry about that.

Despite my grumpiness and Bip’s 3 year oldness, I was able to appreciate the beauty of Philip singing solo during mass and the joy of being surrounded by good friends.  We are truly blessed by our faith community here.

Back at home, we had our traditional tamale dinner and we let the children watch “A Christmas Carol” for the first time.  Our favorite version is the one with George C. Scott as Patton Scrooge, but it can be a bit intense.  I read A Christmas Carol to the children this month – an illustrated classic version- and when they saw we had the movie, they begged to see it.  We skipped one bit and they really enjoyed it.  Philip and I have watched it every year, either on Christmas Eve or Christmas night, since we’ve been married.

We sent the children to bed with dire warnings to go to sleep, no talking, no playing or no presents.  We also threatened them if they so much as whispered before 7 am the next morning.

Of course, Christmas morning I was awakened by rather loud whispering at exactly 6:48.  It was still dark, STILL DARK I tell you!  At 7:00 they were running up and down the stairs and by 7:10 they had pounced on us in our bed.  No amount of feiging sleep could convince them to leave us alone.  Alas, resigned to our fate, we dragged ourselves downstairs.

Everyone got something that they really, really wanted and some other really cool gifts, too.  We stayed in our pajamas until around noon, eating cookies, playing Wii and reading books.  It was a good day.

Now we are in the final week of the year. The week after Christmas has always been my favorite.  I love being at home with almost no commitments, no where to go and nothing to do.  Of course, Pumpkin Girl’s birthday is this week, too – so we’ll celebrate her.

All is well.

Merry Christmas

“And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,

Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

Merry Christmas, from my family to yours.

Tracking Santa

Don’t forget to track Santa all day as he travels around the world: Norad Santa

As I write, he’s over Daegu, South Korea which is not all that far from where we used to live.  Make sure you click on the video symbols you see over various cities for a close up view of Santa, his reindeer and famous landmarks.

Christmas Spirit

Our celebration of Rebecca’s birthday yesterday included going out to dinner and a visit to the Festival of Lights, as we’ve done on her birthday for the last 4 years.  If you’re in the area, I’d highly recommend seeing the Festival of Lights – it’s only $5 a car/van.

So now we have celebrated the birth of our baby and we’re in the proper mood to celebrate the birth of another baby.  As I type, we are listening to the audio book of The Autobiography of Santa Claus, so I’m feeling festive.  Here’s a quick tour of just some of the decorations around our house.

Here is our Advent Wreath which we made as a family at an workshop put on by our parish.  It sits on our buffet table, next to our dining room table.  Right behind it is what looks like a painting of Our Lady of Guadalupe, but it’s not a painting, but a puzzle!  We bought it in Cozumel last year.


Speaking of world travels, Philip and I bought these nesting Santas in France on our honeymoon.  I made the Santa standing in the back when we lived in Arizona.


I made this star when I was 2.  What craft talent I had even then!


I found this ornament at Disneyland.  There is a Christmas store in New Orleans square, right near the exit of Pirates of the Caribbean.  We stopped in there, either right before or right after eating at the Blue Bayou, our favorite Disney restaurant.  I was pregnant with Pumpkin Girl at the time.  She arrived just after Christmas that year, but I hung this ornament on the tree when she and I came home from the hospital before the New Year.


This is the White House Christmas Tree ornament from 2001.  We have one from each year we’ve been stationed in DC: 2000, 2001, 2005-2007.  We still need to get this year’s.

My itty bitty Santas.  The one on the left is a Lego Santa that came with a tube of toothpaste sometime when I was in high school.  I think I bought the star Santa and the pencil Santa at a little country store in Kentucky.


Bip saw a Santa lotion dispenser in a magazine and insisted that he needed one.  He asked about it every day until I went online in search of one like the one he saw.  I found this one at the Sears website, on sale.  Bip loves it!  It’s hard to see in the picture, but his beard is glittery.


I have a side light window next to my front door.  These Santas greet you when you walk up to my house. I painted them when we lived at Ft Leavenworth, KS.

I took these pictures at random, whatever struck my fancy as I walked through our house.  As I described them here, I realized that so many of our Christmas decorations reflect the travels of our lives.  Everything has a story.  I’ll have to tell more of them next year.

A Glimpse

However good this life gets, it pales in comparison to heaven.  Five years ago today, we were given a glimpse, just a glimpse of heaven, as our daughter, Rebecca was born.  For just 8 short months, everything was perfect.  We honestly couldn’t ask for anything more.  She was all toothless grins, fat little legs, big brown eyes and deep dimples.  Life just didn’t get better than that.

If life could be that good, imagine what heaven is like.

But we don’t have to just imagine, we’ve already seen a glimpse.

Happy Birthday, dear sweet baby.  Eternity won’t be enough time to hold you again.

Forgot to Mention

I’ve been meaning to tell you all that I updated my blog to a winter scape.  If you’re reading through a feed reader or through email, come on over and admire my handiwork.

Also, I put up 2 posts at The Homeschool Classroom on quick and easy crafts to make.  Even though Christmas is quickly approaching and you probably have all your gifts all figured out, these two projects make nice gifts from your children to their various teachers, coaches, and family members.

The first one is a God’s Eye ornament, which our Catholic home school group made for the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe.  They were such a hit that Philip had his Cub Scouts make them and then I had my Girl Scouts make them, too.

The second craft is a candle made from a recycled jar.  This one is also very fast to make.  Pumpkin Girl made a similar one as a school art project last year.  Philip needed another fast project for his scouts, so they made these, too.

Fed Up With the House Again

I’ve spent the last couple of days trying to make some serious progress on my house.  It is so small that there is no where to move.  If you start any kind of project, from paying bills to making crafts, it completely takes over the house.  Trying to get to anything requires bending, stretching and bruising your knee.  I’m just tired of everything being everywhere.

I dream of having a real office.  With a work space.  And a little basket for the incoming mail.  Then bills can be paid, sensitive documents shredded, important papers filed – all without having to drag something out of the way.  I dream of doing laundry without having to drag boxes into the hallway so I can reach the washing machine.  I don’t know, I’m funny like that.

So this week I’ve tackled the mail.  The little basket will have to be in the dining room, even though the shredder has to be under the computer desk in the living room.

I repurposed a storage box for some of the extra yarn that seems to have found it’s way into my house.

I found a basket for Bip’s coloring books and crayon box so that they look pretty on the shelf in the dining room instead of like a whole heap of junk.

I cleaned out my school box, reducing it to only the stuff I use every day.  All the extra stuff can be moved outside to the storage shed.

I cleaned out my kitchen.  We took our little pumpkins from the pumpkin patch and set them outside for the squirrels to eat.  I hate squirrels, but they are God’s creatures and it’s cold out, so hey, “Merry Christmas, foul rodents!”  I threw out my husband’s smelly sponges (blech!) and put away the Halloween water bottle.  I hung my Mickey Mouse cookie cutter on my wall with a piece of ribbon.  I’ll think I’ll hang some other cute ones up, I just have to find more ribbon.

I have a huge stack of papers and stuff that need to be put away and I’m procrastinating.  That’s the worst part of this – putting away all the stuff that should have been put away a long time ago.  But look at it – doesn’t it scare you?

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