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December 31st, 2004 Poor Baby Jesus. As an act of pure generosity and love, on Christmas morning he miraculously appeared, in the form of a tiny rubber doll, in the wooden manger under our Christmas tree. He looked so peaceful–so angelic–resting there on his bed of hay-colored yarn for about 5 minutes. Then Gabrielle discovered him and he has been “baby-handled” ever since. “Jeeeeeeeesus!…. Baaaaaaaby!…..” she squealed as she snatched him from the December 30th, 2004 There go our New Year’s Eve dinner plans and here come sleepless nights and loads of laundry. The Bean family has at last succumbed to its first official stomach virus of the season. Little Stephen awoke late this morning with a pasty complexion and immediately lay his tiny body down upon the wood floor. “I am not good today,” he told me. And he sure wasn’t. The juice he insisted December 28th, 2004 We live in a small house, so post-Christmas things have to get a little extreme around here. For example, yesterday was what I like to call “Black Bag Monday.” This means that I waited until the baby was down for her nap and then put on a LONG movie for the older kids. While they were mesmerized by the flickering screen, I tiptoed upstairs to their bedroom with a large December 27th, 2004 I finally have something in common with Jennifer Aniston. No, I did not receive anything Gucci or a chauffeur-driven limo for Christmas this year. But my 8 year old son Eamon got a digital camera from his godmother for Christmas and it’s been like living with the paparazzi ever since. As I am pulling a load of laundry out of the dryer: FLASH! As I am changing yet another really December 24th, 2004 In order to properly prepare for and observe the Christmas holiday, I will not be online for the next couple of days. My heart-felt thanks to all of you who have sent Christmas greetings to my family and me. Time does not permit me to answer each of you personally, but please know that your prayers, kind words, and warm wishes are greatly appreciated. I pray that God will bless December 24th, 2004 “Jesus is born!” I always love to watch my children approach the nativity scene in our parish church at Midnight Mass. In hushed silence, with eyes open wide and curious, they draw near Our Lord–our God, our king, our Savior–a tiny baby boy who lies sleeping on a manger bed of straw. In the warm glow of lighted candles, their eyes glisten with a magical light as they take in December 22nd, 2004 It’s been a frigid few days up here in New Hampshire. We awoke to a blustery snowfall on Monday morning but, distracted by plans for Christmas, I didn’t think too much of it. I had planned to decorate the crab apple tree in our front yard with little red bows for Christmas, and so I put on my boots, grabbed a kitchen chair, and headed out. With a captive audience December 21st, 2004 One of the things I most enjoy about homeschooling is that we can arrange our daily schedule in order to accommodate other things that are going on in our lives. This morning, for instance, we are getting just the basics done–math, language, and reading, and then we are doing our “getting ready for Christmas” lesson which involves cleaning the house, baking cookies, and making fudge. I used to be afraid |
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