CAPPMoms

We are Catholic moms who follow the basic tenets of Attachment Parenting. We are different personalities; we're not clones, so you should see some varying opinions on different subjects. Join us as we continue on this exciting ride known as Catholic Mothering!

Friday, December 31, 2004

Prayers for the New Year

I finally gathered up enough courage to watch the news last night of the tsunami/earthquake disaster in South Asia. All I could repeat to myself was “Oh, my God!” Those poor people, some losing whole families, some losing all of their children. I went to bed with a heavy heart, thankful for my blessings but knowing that I know not the hour when I will be separated from them. What kind of person am I to celebrate the coming of a new year when so many people are mourning for their lost and deceased loved ones? I feel tonight will be a night of reflection and resolution. I am only one, yet I can try to make a difference in the little way that I can with my own family and in my own community.

Please remember to pray for the lost and the mourning all the world over tonight as you celebrate the coming of a fresh start and a new year.

To contribute to the relief effort:
American Red Cross – (800) HELP-NOW
Unicefusa.org
Doctors Without Borders
Catholic Relief Fund

Thursday, December 30, 2004

A tip of the hat to MamaT over at SummaMamas for this one! Who are YOU?!

Pirate Monkey's Harry Potter Personality Quiz
Harry Potter Personality Quiz
by Pirate Monkeys Inc.

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

The "so-called" sleep experts strike again!

This makes me want to vomit myself....

Especially these two quotes:

"It may take breast-fed babies a little longer to sleep through the night because breast milk is digested more quickly than formula; these infants are more likely to be awakened by hunger pains."

Uh, hon, you're saying I should ignore my baby's hunger cries too?!

"The worst thing that can happen, Debrovner continued, is that your baby may throw up due to violent crying spells. But this can happen just as easily during the day. If your baby does get sick, don't panic. Simply clean up the mess, kiss your child and continue your sleep training." [emphasis mine]

Sorry, but you've got to be kidding.

While I have the utmost sympathy for the moms who struggle with bedtime issues with babies (hell, I've BTDT three times and will again in May!), I have no sympathy for the mother who lets your child choke on their own vomit because ""Research has shown that as long as babies get plenty of attention during the day, they will be happier and better rested once they have learned to fall asleep on their own." To that, I say Bullshit and lemme see your research. Because I have plenty of my own that shows the opposite.

More later,
Yvonne


New Year's Resolutions

I make New Year’s Resolutions every year. 2005 will be different. I will be tackling a much harder task than losing weight, getting organized, or running in that ever-elusive marathon. It’ll be the holy grail of resolutions: less online time. Yep, I’m going to nip this baby in the bud starting now. 15 minutes of email in the morning, 15 minutes in the afternoon for blogging or my group lists and 15 minutes at night. 45 minutes a day. That’s a GINORMOUS change over what’s been going on lately: surfing online debate boards, reading about strange people’s woes, and worse yet, viewing pictures of other people’s families. All of this in place of caring for my children and handling my responsibilities at home. I give myself a time to stop and find myself giving myself excuses why I should extend that time! All while my kids cry for attention, want to play with me, and end up watching WAY too much TV.

So that’s where I’ll be in the New Year. I’ll be in the playroom playing with the little ones, potty-training my 2.5 year old, getting this house in some sort of order, and hopefully finding some balance in life with my IRL and online lives.

My motto for the year: “It's not that some people have willpower and some don't. It's that some people are ready to change and others are not.” -- James Gordon, M.D.

What Historic Woman are You?

Mad Queen Medb. Huh.


Take the quiz: "What Historic Woman Are You?"

Queen Medb
Queen Medb was an Irish queen, and what a queen! She ruled HER WAY or the HIGHWAY. When arguing with her husband over who had the greater fortune, she got so mad that she called a war on a neighboring kingdom to capture a bull so that she'd be wealthier than her husband. She was impulsive, temperamental, and passionate, just like you. But try and be a little calmer. Read more about this fascinating woman: http://www.angelfire.com/de/arkhamhaus/medb.html

From JMT.

Monday, December 27, 2004

Sweetness is....

looking over on Christmas Eve, while directing the choir, and seeing your three year old singing along with the choir on the Gloria, and on Silent Night, and on the Mass parts. And it is also seeing your entire family, including spouse, singing in the choir on Joy To The World.

*beam*

Sunday, December 26, 2004

Day of Discontent

Charlotte Allen's op article in today's Los Angeles Times, Day of Discontent, pretty much hits the nail on the head. My entire family has been in the slightest funk today...the post-Christmas letdown. Except that it's not really post-Christmas, is it? It's just the second day of Christmas! But when you've had the tree up since Thanksgiving and when all the stores are clearing out Christmas to make room for Spring, it seems like such a disappointment. Such a spiritual sucker-punch. And we did it to ourselves. I wish that I wasn't the only one in my family who wishes it was otherwise...who wants it to be otherwise. I do have an entire year to pray about it, though, don't I?

Child view of Christmas

We are a Santa family. Before I go further, I must stress that we celebrate Christmas as Jesus Christ’s birthday. We light luminaria candles, read the Nativity story for weeks beforehand, and make a cake for Jesus’ birthday. Yet we also put cookies and milk out for Santa, track him down on radar, and yes, we also give presents from Santa and on really, really bad days, I threaten to give the old man a call, updating him on the rugrats’ behavior at home.

My 6 year old has had a rough year behavior-wise. My husband and I have been up in arms over how to nip this behavior in the bud before it blooms into something much worse and harder to correct. I admit, I had toyed with the idea of letting Santa know about her and she wouldn’t get any presents from him. After all, the whole idea is that a child gets presents when they are good. The kicker came when my daughter made the flip statement a few days before Christmas, “Santa will give me toys even when I’m really, really bad” (because that’s what he’s done in the past).

By no intentional means, while shopping, I realized that this 6 year old was only going to get two presents from Santa while her two sisters received three. I toyed (pun intended!) with the idea of leaving it be and letting her realize the difference and trying to help her figure out why. So the day before Christmas Eve, I wrapped all the presents with a slightly guilty conscience. After all, I was probably an evil devil to my mother while growing up and I never had limits up on Santa’s gift giving. And I turned out okay, right?

So I left it be and we went about our usual Christmas Eve celebration by visiting our extended family. My 6 year old surprised me with her very cheerful, obedient behavior. She sang the loudest and loveliest for the family, her trademark “Away in a Manger”. She even asked Santa, who made a special stop at the house, if she could help him out in any way and even asked for an extra candy cane for her uncle, who had to disappear to the store just before Santa came. She oooh-ed and aaah-ed over her cousins’ and sisters’ gifts and helped pick up wrapping paper until I insisted she start opening up her stash. She extended very gracious thank-yous to the gift-givers without prompting. She even ate her Christmas Eve dinner! When we came home, she spread reindeer food out on the lawn in the bitter cold with her dad, helped him light the luminaria candles, and helped me tuck in her younger sisters for bed.

Christmas Day morning, we saw similar behavior. She was well behaved during mass and followed along without prompting. She was wonderful when she opened up her presents from Santa and her siblings and from Mom and Dad. She never made mention of the discrepancy in presents to anyone and I wondered if she even noticed. It wasn’t until we were leaving the in-law’s house where we celebrated when my 4 year old started pouting in the van. “What’s wrong, babe?” I asked. “I didn’t get everything I wanted” came the reply. Before I could respond, my 6 year old admonished her sister “Hey! There are children in this world who don’t get anything and it’s not because they weren’t good for Santa. Sometimes kids don’t have enough food or a warm house to live in. I didn’t get as many presents as you and Emily from Santa and you don’t hear me crying. You should be happy with what you have and thank God for that.”

It brought tears to my eyes. All this time I’ve been worried about her and what kind of road we were on with her behavior and attitude. These past two days have showed me that perhaps I’ve been worrying too much about what might happen when she gets older and should have had confidence in God to help out when I need Him. It’s either that my daughter really understands what’s important in life or maybe it was that she was kissing up to Santa. I’m going to go with the former (for now).

Blessings for a wonderful Christmas season and wishes of peace on Earth to all.

Friday, December 24, 2004

What it is all about....

Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in they dark streets shineth, the everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.

For Christ is born of Mary, and gathered all above
While mortals sleep the angels keep their watch of wondering love
Oh morning stars together, proclaim the holy birth.
And praises sing to God the king, and peace to men on earth.

How silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is given
So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of his heaven
No ear may hear his coming, but in this world of sin
Where meek souls will receive him still, the dear Christ enters in.

Oh holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us we pray
Cast out our sin and enter in, be born in us today
We hear the Christmas angels, the great glad tidings tell
O come to us, abide with us, our lord Emanuel.

Wishing everyone the merriest of Christmases, and praying hard for peace on earth, especially in our families. God bless!

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

McYuck

I rented Super Size Me yesterday, Morgan Spurlock's documentary about living on nothing but McDonald's for a month. It was quite funny, and rather disgusting. I admit that I buy McDonald's about once a week for the kids (hanging my head in shame), and I am wondering if fast food really might be addictive, as is surmised in the film. I get McDonald's once a week, but the kids ask for it almost daily. Note to self: Just Say No!

Sick, sick, sick...

That's right, all three kids are sick. The baby has been up at night for three nights in a row with a congested nose and now a cough. The middle has had a cold since Monday, and the oldest came to me a while ago complaining of a headache. I felt her head, and sure enough, she's got a fever. Poor babies, this always seems to happen in the week before Christmas! I'm going to keep on ingesting large amounts of vitamin C... and pray that DH and I don't come down with the same cooties.

OK, some might call it sucking up to the boss....

But, I call it easing the way! DH's boss, as it turns out, loves lemon meringue pie. This came to my knowledge back around Thanksgiving, when someone at work brought in pies from a local pie shop. The boss mentioned to my DH that he loved LMP. Hmmm, thought this slightly devious and always creative minded blogger, I make a mean LMP from scratch, ThankYouSouthernLiving!

So, today, I am waiting for the pastry shell to cool, and I shall start to separate the eggs and mix the sugar and milk.... and will be taking a beautiful pie over to DH to take back into work. Can't hurt!

Here's my fave recipe:

Lemon Meringue Pie

1 c. sugar
1/4 c. cornstarch
1/4 t. salt
2 c. milk
4 eggs, separated
1 t. grated lemon rind
1/3 c. lemon juice
3 T butter/margarine
1 baked 9 inch pastry shell
1/2 t. cream of tartar
1/4 c. plus 2 T sugar
1/2 t. vanilla extract

Combine 1 c. sugar, cornstarch, and salt in a heavy saucepan. Gradually add milk, stirring until blended. Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly, until mixture thickens and comes to a boil. Boil 1 minute, stirring constantly. Remove from heat.

Beat egg yolks at high speed of an electric mixer until thick and lemon colored. Gradually stir about 1/4th of the hot mixture into the yolks; add to remaining hot mixture, stirring constantly. Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly, 2 - 3 minutes. Remove from heat. Stir in lemon rind, lemon juice and butter. Spoon into pastry shell.

Beat egg whites (at room temperature) and cream of tartar at high speed of electric mixer for one minute. Gradually add 1/4 c. plus 2 T sugar, 1 T at a time, beating until stiff peaks form and sugar dissolves (2-4 minutes) Beat in vanilla. Spread meringue over hot filling, sealing to edge.


Bake at 350 for 12-15 minutes, or until browned. Yield: one 9 inch pie.


Hopefully, it will yield one happy boss, as well as a happy DH

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Proof that Prejudice is alive and well in America...

If you'd like to see how Christianity is one of the few remaining subjects of acceptable prejudice, just read this. As much as I hate to see Christmas reduced to snowmen and reindeer, and perhaps holly and poinsettias, to think of people actually choosing to send scatalogically or sexually oriented Christmas cards boggles my mind.

What kind of world is this?? Where is the ghetto when you want one?

Saturday, December 18, 2004

Who's the boss?!?!

Me, that's who! And when I say it is time to do something, I do not expect to be screamed at, or yelled at, or raged at. Certainly not by small people who are NOT the boss. GRRR. It just punches my buttons when they charge off on an assumption that I am the big bad meany, and erupt all over me. Sigh. That's all. Back to your regularly scheduled programming....

Friday, December 17, 2004

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