Friday, October 31, 2014

Feeling less than hallow? Fake it!


I get that you're busy so I'll keep this quick. Don't forget to change your clocks this weekend! 

You're welcome.

Also, though, since you're here...


.: Have a happy Halloween! :.

Wait, what's that I hear? You're feeling pressured to make it a perfect day?

Me, too.

We painted pumpkins! I'm doing well!


And I really dislike that part of Halloween.

The pressure to carve the perfect pumpkin...



 The pressure to find the perfect costume...

 Stuff from the dress-up box! It's tried and true!

The pressure to proctor the candy so it's not poisoned...

(Not really on that last one. I just liked the alliteration.)


I'm participating in the Teal Fingernail Project this year.



Anyway, forgot all that. I'm here to tell you (as God and my kids are my witness) to stop. Just stop. Step away from whatever's giving you grief--be it the "perfect" costumes on Pinterest, the "perfect" treats that you didn't make, or (in my case) the fear that your kids are heathens for liking this holiday so SO much--and just rest in Him Who is the source of peace.

That Reese's Peanut Cup is a source of peace, too, but its peace isn't lasting. You can TRUST ME on that.

Have fun with the kids because today IS fun, and don't feel like you gotta impress anyone but Him. That was my take-away from this morning's prayer which is good 'cause I was feeling a ton of pressure.

Now go make some memories! Go out and be a saint


Thursday, October 30, 2014

I ♥ Netflix (& This is Why)


Back when I was 98 months pregnant with Francis—at least, that's how my 46-year-old body felt—there were only a couple things I could effectively do. One was to lay there and two, to lay there.

Seriously. I was just that big.

A good night's sleep was laughable and so my husband and I came up with Plan B. Every night, after the kids were in bed, we'd watch another episode (or two) of Foyle's War on my iPad. We watched via the “streaming” option on Netflix; we watched with the iPad propped up on my gut.

And so, as I lay there, bloated and waiting, I was vastly entertained. This was a good thing! The icing on the cake pregnant belly! One month later, I watched with my baby in my arms...and when the Foyle's War theme song began to play, he turned his head to the hauntingly beautiful music.

Two weeks old, and I had him hooked on Netflix!


That was a joke, but we are huge fans. Why? I'll tell you, 'cause Netflix asked me to!*

* * *

As a Catholic homeschooling family, we're pretty selective about what we watch. We don't do network television at all, (because of the advertising, mostly), but we love a good series when we find one. That makes Netflix a great fit for us. The kids will happily blaze their way through Star Wars: the Clone Wars, while my husband and I {ahem} binge-watch Breaking Bad.

(You either love that show or you...don't, but I fell hard for this modern morality tale.)

We use both the streaming and in-the-mail DVD options, but honestly, we use the streaming option far more. This is probably because I tend to lose the Netflix mailer (what? I'm a busy mom with a very full plate!) but also because they've got a HUGE selection and we can always find something we like.

Like Curious George: A Halloween Boo-Fest. (They're watching right now so I can get this written. ; )

Like Lost (with my big boys) and Psych (with my daughters).

Like The Prince of Egypt and Jesus of Nazareth.

"Like" in general! What's not to like?

* * *


*This post will be the first in a monthly series. I was asked to be on the Netflix "Stream Team", and because I truly do love Netflix (and am also as poor as the proverbial church mouse), I agreed.  In exchange, we get our Netflix membership free for one year and another surprise that I'll blog about at Christmas.

The opinions expressed are all truly mine. I ♥ Netflix.

Tell me the truth. Don't you?


Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Don't blink!


'Cause when you do...

First Day

They grow up.

Photo Credit: his sobbing mom ; )


Where are you going, my little one, little one?
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you’re two
Turn around and you’re four
Turn around and you’re a young [boy]
Going out the door.

Nanci Griffith ("Turn Around")



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