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May 31st, 2005 It’s been two and a half months now, but I can still vividly remember the burdens of pregnancy–the first trimester exhaustion mixed with nausea, the second trimester hormone fluctuations and headaches, the third trimester aches and gasping for breath. Today, on the Feast of the Visitation, let us remember to pray for all pregnant women, our sisters in Christ who are doing heroic work and making personal sacrifices every May 30th, 2005 Being one of the only large families in a rather small town, the Bean family has acquired somewhat of a celebrity status around these parts. When I meet another mom at the playground and attempt to introduce myself, more often than not she responds by telling me she already knows who I am. I am left to wonder exactly how she knows who I am. Were we out in public May 28th, 2005 So Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of man and drink his blood, you have no life in you; he who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day. For my flesh is food indeed, and my blood is drink indeed. He who eats my May 28th, 2005 I like old-fashioned play. After days of sickness and endless rain, the kids finally got a moment of dry, warm weather yesterday afternoon and they made good use of it by giving baths to the chickens, of course. Kateri, who does not normally lean toward the domestic, turns downright motherly when it comes to her “sweet little hens.” So, we needed a tub (an old discarded storage container), some May 27th, 2005 Lord, Make me an instrument of Your healing love; Where there is vomit let me bring Lysol; Where there are boogers, Kleenex; Where there is fever, Tylenol; Where there is boredom, library books; Where there are chills, warm blankets; And where there is whininess, Scooby Doo. O Divine Master, Grant that I may not so much seek To be well-rested as to provide clean sheets, To be appreciated as to May 26th, 2005 Sleep is a funny thing. When you’re getting enough of it, you don’t even think about it. But when you aren’t, it becomes an obsession. Courtesy of our friendly local stomach virus, I’ve been on the obsessed side of this equation for the past couple of days. So far, Stephen and Gabrielle have each spent wakeful nighttime hours in my bedroom with fevers and intermittent bouts of vomiting. This morning, May 25th, 2005 Maybe I have had too much coffee this morning. Maybe I really am becoming one of those “Nervous Nellie” kinds of mothers people laugh at on television. I don’t know and frankly I don’t care. How on earth could any person be expected to keep her cool when she finds this thing staring back at her from behind the toilet? May 24th, 2005 I saw a famous actor interviewed on television recently. At first he was about as interesting to me as most famous actor-types, which means not very. But then one thing he said did capture my attention. He said, “Every day I have to ask myself, ?Is this real?’ because I am doing exactly what I want to be doing and my life is even better than I hoped it would |
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