Day Before School Day at the Beach

So, the day before the first day of school I decided to do one last day at the beach.  It was just what we needed...one more day of fun and relaxation before the chaotic routine of school and sports (and hunting season...aaarrrgh) begins.  I was wishing I could capture that day's sunshine and peace in a bottle so that I could open it up and take a swig from time to time! :) 

We spent the day with one of our very favorite families.  I wish everyone could meet this family.  They have a way of rubbing off on you in the best of ways and making you want to be more like them:  more Catholic, more fun-loving, more joy-filled, more relaxed, and more open to life.  Did I mention there are 12 children in their family?  And they make it look so easy and just plain old fun.  Ann, the mom, is my hero.  I want to be just like her when I grow up! :)  She fills me with hope that having a large family is a blessing, rather than a curse like our culture tries to tell us.  What a blessing it is to be friends with this family, and what a blessing it was to spend the day with them. 

No fish were caught that day, but plenty of sunshine and fellowship with friends.

Dominic felt "on top of the world" on this rock with his classmate (aka "first crush") Veronica

I love this action photo.

Just looking at it makes me nervous that I'm going to get sprayed in about 5 seconds.

Ironically, Natey is scared of getting wet, but LOVES soaking other people.

Here's Ann, my hero.

Always with a smile on her face.

Always with a baby on her hip! :)

Sweet dreams and have a happy school year!

Another Big First

Isaiah turned 4 months old this week!  He continues to be a sweet and easy fellow, although his great sleeping routine has come to a screeching halt.  For some reason he has started waking up numerous times a night again...drat! So, in hopes of solving that problem, I thought I would introduce some solid food to curb his nightime hunger.  Plus, I just love starting to feed my babies solid foods because I just think it's fun.  Messy, but fun.  So here are a few shots of his first messy mush adventure...with some commentary :)

"Hey, mom, got any food?  I'm so hungry that I'm eating my fingers over here!"

 

 

"What kind of food was THAT!?  Seriously, my fingers taste better than that!"

 

 

"Well, actually, it wasn't that bad.  Got any more?"

First Day of School

Today was the first day of school, and these boys were READY!  They had a fun-filled summer but were biting at the bit to see their friends again.  I am praying that their school year is filled with lots of learning, treasured times with friends, the mantle of Mary's protection, and daily grace to help them grow closer to Christ each day.

Camping with Children

This week we embarked upon our one and only camping adventure of the summer.  Why only one?  Well, with five kids, and one of them being a tiny one, camping takes on a whole new meaning.  There is no relaxing around a campfire, no reading a book in the sunshine, no hiking 5 miles to gorgeous summits...it's just not feasible with this many little ones.  Now when we go camping it's all-day life-guarding, untangling of fishing lures, diaper changing, and applying of sunscreen and bandaids.  Paul and I are learning to let go of our wants and expectations and just find joy in the simple things, the things that fill our kids with joy instead.  Camping is just another reminder that parenting is our path to sanctity as we learn to die to self and live for others (which usually means our children).  I don't know why I find it so hard to do that sometimes, when in reality, these kids fill my heart to overflowing and they are such a fun way to grow in holiness! 

Here are some highlights of our camping trip filled with simple joys:

When we arrived at the campground, we found that the lake was nearly 50% dried up due to heavy irrigation from the surrounding community.  Dried up, but very muddy.  It kind of put a kabosh on our swimming, but it made for lots of fun catching frogs!  You know the phrase, "When life sends you lemons, make some lemonade"? Well, this camping trip, we made our own motto: "When life sends you mud, fill a bucket with frogs."

Nathanael really loved catching these tiny toads.  In fact, he loved a few of the poor things to death.  I overheard him telling one little toad over and over again, "I...love...you!"   And when I turned to watch him play with his amphibious friend, he was poking the poor creature with every word of affection until he literally loved it to death.  Sad but cute.

 

 

 

 

 

When they weren't catching frogs, the kids entertained themselves for hours climbing rocks and playing Lazer Tag... 

 

 

 

 

In the mornings and evenings, the older boys (along with their best buddy Alex and his dad Derek) tried their luck at fishing.  Michael was the only lucky one and ended up catching nearly all the fish---8 cutthroat trout.  They all loved every minute of it.  My boys have become passionate about fishing these last couple of years...it must be Grandpa Pat's genes tucked into their DNA!

 

 

 

 

The boys also spent some time fine-tuning their archery skills. Paul is thankful that the boys all seem to have a passion for hunting like he does.  He is really looking forward to having them as his hunting buddies; plus, he needs all the help he can get filling our freezer with meat!  :)

 

 

 

Here are some shots of simply enjoying the great outdoors and relaxing while still being on "kid-duty."

 

 

Isaiah was a happy, easy little camper.  He slept great, and when he wasn't sleeping he peacefully entertained himself playing the piano or watching the wildlife around him (his brothers included).

 

 

 

Here's a photo that just makes me laugh and is a great reality shot.  Our should-be-potty-trained-2-year-old had an accident while we were camping.   Paul very graciously cleaned his underwear and hung it out do dry.  It was just a reminder to me to find beauty even in the messiness of life.

 

 

 

And here's the real reason I like to go camping:

CHEERS to the remainder of your summer! 

Hands Full of Flowers

 

My mom recently lent me a book called "Love in the Heart of the Church:  The Mission of Therese of Lisieux."  I'm only a few chapters in, but I have already stumbled upon a gem of a passage that really spoke to my heart:

I am a child of the Church, and the Church is a Queen since she is your Spouse, O Divine King of kings...  What this child asks for is Love.  She knows only one thing:  to love you O Jesus.  Astounding works are forbidden to her; she cannot preach the Gospel (like a priest), shed her blood (like a missionary); but what does it matter since her brothers work in her stead and she, a little child, stays very close to the throne of the King and Queen.  She loves in her borthers' place while they do the fighting.  But how will she prove her love since love is proved by works?  Well, the little child will strew flowers, she will perfume the royal throne with their sweet scents and she will sing in her silvery tones the canticle of love. 

Yes, my Beloved, this is how my life will be consumed.  I have no other means of proving my love for you other than that of strewing flowers, that is, not allowing one little sacrifice to escape, not one look, one word, profiting by all the smallest things and doing them through love.  I desire to suffer for love and even to rejoice through love; and in this way I shall strew flowers before Your throne.  I shall not come upon one without unpetalling it for You.  While I am strewing my flowers, I shall sing, for how could one cry while doing such a joyous action?   I shall sing even when I must gather my flowers in the midst of thorns, and my song will be all the more melodious in proportion to the length and sharpness of the thorns. 

O Jesus, of what use will my flowers be to You?  Ah!  I know very will that this fragrant shower, these fragile, worthless petals, these songs of love from the littlest of hearts will charm You. Yes, these nothings will please You.  They will bring a smile to the Church Triumphant (the souls in heaven).  She will gather up my flowers unpetalled through love and have them pass through Your own divine hands, O Jesus.  And this Church in heaven, desirous of playing with her little child, will cast these flowers, which are now infinitely valuable because of Your divine touch, upon the Church Suffering (the souls in purgatory) in order to extinguish its flames, and upon the Church Militant (the souls on earth) in order to gain victory for it.

This passage reminds me that any action done with love, no matter how small, can be like a flower given to Jesus, and can have infinite value to Him and to many other souls.  How I wish I could remember that truth when I lose patience with a child, or grumble about getting up to nurse my baby, or get irritated with my husband over some small thing...  Oh, St. Therese, please intercede for me to help me learn your "Little Way" of loving joyfully at all times!!!  Like a child running to give wildflowers to her daddy, I want my hands to be filled with flowers of love and sacrifice, hoping it will make my Heavenly Father smile.

Great Friends, Great Times

 

We have some great friends who live on a little slice of paradise, with their very own swimming hole and wilderness to explore out their back (and front) door.  Our family feels blessed to be their friends, not only for the chance to occasionally share their swimming hole, but also for the encouraging Catholic fellowship we find with them.  This family is so great to hang around--they live their faith and have fun while doing so! :) 

I loved watching my boys play with their boys because they definitely have the same male wiring:  100% wild-at-heart-boy-genes.  Our play date with this great family only lasted a few hours, but in those 180 minutes the boys managed to catch a few turtles, capture a frog, feed a snake to the resident chickens, play a few rounds of laser tag, and do flips from a trampoline into the pond (which inspired their Catholic mothers to say extra prayers that their guardian angels would spare us a trip to the ER!) :)

 

Spending the day having fun in the great outdoors planted a desire in my heart to live outside of the city limits so that my boys could have more electronic-free fun like this every day.  My husband has wanted to live outside of town for quite a few years now, but now the desire is growing in my heart too.  We are really starting to pray for guidance from the Holy Spirit, because moving is a huge undertaking and big decisions like this cause me stress.  Yes, in case you don't know me well, anxiety is one of my best skills...I have it mastered!  :}  I need to just put this decision in God's capable hands.  Hopefully, God will open doors if we are meant to move, or remove the desire in our hearts if we are meant to be content where we are at.  In the meantime, we will continue to pray while we start looking at land and/or homes for sale, and begin to prepare our own home to be put on the market (perhaps?!?) before next summer.   If you have a moment to spare, please say a little prayer that God will guide our hearts towards His will and help with all the details... "Jesus, I trust in You."

Why do you think these boys are so excited?...

Because they spotted a turtle in the water,

then they convinced Josh to dive in to catch it!

 

Here's Joseph showing off the Turtle Trophy!

 

Here is Joseph loving on their sweet calico kitten

(I opted to take this cute picture rather than one of the boys feeding a poor snake to the chickens)

 

Miss Calico agrees that we need to move into the country for more R-n-R!

Going...Going...Gone!

Joseph, Michael, and Dominic were all in baseball this Spring and Summer.  With three boys playing at different fields, at different times, and in all sorts of weather conditions, it seemed like the baseball season just kept on going and going and going...  But now it's gone, and I have to admit that I'm both relieved and sad.  Despite being a long season, the boys loved every single minute of it, and I loved watching the joy on their faces and the improvement in their skills.  Each year they play I can see a dramatic jump in their skill level, and it is really getting fun to watch their games now that the pitchers can actually throw a fast ball into the strike zone and the fielders can actually throw the ball to first base and successfully make an out without dropping the ball!  :)

Joseph was on the Helena Motors team this year, and he played as pitcher, 2nd baseman, and short-stop.  Michael played as pitcher, 3rd baseman, and short-stop for the All Seasons Heating and Air team.  For both boys, pitching was definitely their favorite position, and I was so proud of how confident they were on the mound and how they consistently threw into the strike zone. Some of the other pitchers on their teams could throw the ball faster, but not as accurately as Joseph and Michael. I really was proud of them, but it also made me a nervous-wreck when they were on the mound. Do all mother's fear the possibility of seeing their children fail, or is it just me? 

At some point during the season Joseph was given a nickname by his coach---"Big Joe"---which was fun to hear his coach and teammates belt out from the dugout. Joseph liked the nickname, even though deep down he knew the nickname was a bit of a joke, since he was one of the smallest players on the team. What he was lacking in size, however, he certainly made up for in spirit and skill. The opposing teams knew that "Big Joe" was a big threat as the season progressed.  Not only was he a great player, but I was even more proud of him for his great sportsmanship and the way he enthusiastically encouraged his teammates during each game.  I see the makings of a confident and kind leader in him, both on and off the field.

Michael was also given a nickname from his team:  "Mighty Mike."  This made him beam inside and strive to be as mighty as he could, both on the mound and at the plate.  Like his older brother, Michael was also one of the smalled kids on the team, but he could jack that ball nearly to the fence, and he was a mighty smart fielder, always knowing where to throw the ball to make the best play possible.  Michael loves the game of baseball with intense passion, and I pray that he can always channel that passion in a way that will glorify God.

Dominic also had a great season, but his league still loves the after-game snacks more than the game itself! :)  His team this year was Speiker Sprinklers, and he was able to try out almost every position--even as catcher, which was his favorite.  It sure was fun to watch him play, and I was so impressed with how well he can slug that ball.  He was in the coach-pitched league, and he made contact with the ball every time he was at bat, never striking out nor needing to use the T like some of the other players.  I think he was a step above the rest because he played non-stop baseball in the backyard with his brothers. 

With all of our boys loving the sport and truly showing lots of talent, Paul and I are starting to pray about whether or not to let them try out for the traveling All-Star teams next year.  The traveling teams play almost every weekend in the summer; plus, it gets quite costly when you consider traveling costs and team fees, so it would really be a huge commitment and life-style changer if we walk down that path.  I feel very strongly about keeping our faith and our family-time as higher priorities that sports, but I also have to consider that maybe God gave my sons baseball talent for a special reason and wants us to foster their gifts...  Tough decisions lie ahead... Hopefully the Holy Spirit will guide us every step of the way in this parenting adventure!