Today John-Paul came up to me and said, "You know what you need Mom?"
"What's that?", I asked suspiciosly.
"A Swivel Sweeper, because then you can vaccuum under the table without having to move the chairs."
"How do you know about those?"
"The guy on tv told me."
We're gonna be in trouble when this one has money to burn...
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
Review of "Pocket Guide to the Bible"
After having signed up with The Catholic Company’s Product Reviewer Program, I received Scott Hahn’s Pocket Guide to the Bible.
After having graduated from Franciscan University of Steubenville, where Scott Hahn taught, I was thrilled to be chosen to review a book by this author. I must admit that as a former Scott Hahn student, I knew how insanely brilliant he is, and was a little afraid of this book being too "over-my-head". However, I was pleasantly surprised to find it was just the opposite.
This handy, tiny book (hence why it's called a pocket guide) was just what this sometimes lazy Catholic needed. In the beginning of the book, Scott Hahn explains answers to simple questions about the Bible. I found myself trying to memorize some of these answers as I have been asked the same questions before, and been stuck on how to respond. Where does the Bible come from? Why do we have different books than the Protestant Bible? Who really wrote the Bible? Hahn clearly answers these questions and more.
I must admit though, the best part of the book for me is the last section where Hahn has broken down the Bible according to each book. He then gives a brief explanation of what each book is about, and has a section of where to find specific stories in the Bible. This was and will be so helpful to me as I begin to read the Bible more often.
Although this book is not a page-turning-number-one-best-selling type of book, Scott Hahn and his Pocket Guide to the Bible has inspired me to read God's Word, and what could be better than that?
After having graduated from Franciscan University of Steubenville, where Scott Hahn taught, I was thrilled to be chosen to review a book by this author. I must admit that as a former Scott Hahn student, I knew how insanely brilliant he is, and was a little afraid of this book being too "over-my-head". However, I was pleasantly surprised to find it was just the opposite.
This handy, tiny book (hence why it's called a pocket guide) was just what this sometimes lazy Catholic needed. In the beginning of the book, Scott Hahn explains answers to simple questions about the Bible. I found myself trying to memorize some of these answers as I have been asked the same questions before, and been stuck on how to respond. Where does the Bible come from? Why do we have different books than the Protestant Bible? Who really wrote the Bible? Hahn clearly answers these questions and more.
I must admit though, the best part of the book for me is the last section where Hahn has broken down the Bible according to each book. He then gives a brief explanation of what each book is about, and has a section of where to find specific stories in the Bible. This was and will be so helpful to me as I begin to read the Bible more often.
Although this book is not a page-turning-number-one-best-selling type of book, Scott Hahn and his Pocket Guide to the Bible has inspired me to read God's Word, and what could be better than that?
Warning...this is disgusting
I have a secret to share, but it's really gross and you all might change your opinion of me. It's something that I LOVE to do, and I just need to get it off my chest. OK, here goes...I love to pick my baby's nose. I know, I know, eeewww, gross, etc, but I can't help it. When I can see a little boogie in there, I just NEED to remove it. The other day, she had a little cold and I could hear her doing that whistle-breathing thing, so I went to pull out a boogie, and it was like an inch long, so cool! C'mon people, I know you all like this stuff too, you just won't admit it. Besides, I washed my hands after :-)
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Eamon, you rebel
Look at this tough little guy...the slightly sideways skull cap with the tag sticking out, the sunglasses missing the shades and one ear piece, and the best part is that he puts all of this on himself as if it's just normal.
Monday, August 4, 2008
That's it, we're moving.
Wanna hear why Phil and I are exhausted this morning? Nope, not that ;-) Maggie woke up last night around 1am, so Phil went up to give her a bottle, and I promptly fell back asleep.
I awoke to a door slamming and loud banging a little while later. Phil was not back in bed yet, and of course I started assuming the worst; a thief had broken in, a killer was attacking Phil, etc. I ran a couple scenarios through my mind while I was deciding to get out of bed or not. Then, feeling like one of those dumb girls in a scary movie who always seem to walk right into the danger zones, I went and opened the bedroom door.
Phil yelled out "Colleen, Colleen, shut the door, bat" and I thought he was being attacked by someone with a bat, so I screamed "What's going on?" and again he yelled at me to shut the door because THERE WAS A BAT IN THE HOUSE!!!
I turned on all the lights in our bedroom, ran back to bed, and hid under the covers. If there's one thing I hate more than mice, it's bats, and I was freaked out! Five minutes later, I heard Phil yell that he got it, and then he came back to bed (my hero!) and told me what had happened.
When Maggie had cried, and Phil went upstairs to her bedroom, he saw TWO bats flying around in the upstairs hallway. He grabbed a blanket and flipped on the lights and the bats flew downstairs. One actually flew out on our screened-in porch so he shut the door and it was trapped out there (hence the slamming door that woke me up).
The other bat was somewhere downstairs in the house, and he went bat hunting with his trusty tennis racket. He found the second bat hanging upside-down above the doorway to our family room (ugh!). He swung at it and the bat fell to the floor, where he mightily and bravely killed it with his strong tennis racket blows. Then he threw it outside (we still need to find the carcass and discard of it).
Both of us were wide awake for the longest time with all of that adrenaline rushing through our bodies. In the morning, I was scared to even go upstairs to get the kids out of bed. And the first bat is still on our screened-in porch for now.
So if anyone knows of a nice house with cheap rent and none of these guys:
we'd be interested!!
I awoke to a door slamming and loud banging a little while later. Phil was not back in bed yet, and of course I started assuming the worst; a thief had broken in, a killer was attacking Phil, etc. I ran a couple scenarios through my mind while I was deciding to get out of bed or not. Then, feeling like one of those dumb girls in a scary movie who always seem to walk right into the danger zones, I went and opened the bedroom door.
Phil yelled out "Colleen, Colleen, shut the door, bat" and I thought he was being attacked by someone with a bat, so I screamed "What's going on?" and again he yelled at me to shut the door because THERE WAS A BAT IN THE HOUSE!!!
I turned on all the lights in our bedroom, ran back to bed, and hid under the covers. If there's one thing I hate more than mice, it's bats, and I was freaked out! Five minutes later, I heard Phil yell that he got it, and then he came back to bed (my hero!) and told me what had happened.
When Maggie had cried, and Phil went upstairs to her bedroom, he saw TWO bats flying around in the upstairs hallway. He grabbed a blanket and flipped on the lights and the bats flew downstairs. One actually flew out on our screened-in porch so he shut the door and it was trapped out there (hence the slamming door that woke me up).
The other bat was somewhere downstairs in the house, and he went bat hunting with his trusty tennis racket. He found the second bat hanging upside-down above the doorway to our family room (ugh!). He swung at it and the bat fell to the floor, where he mightily and bravely killed it with his strong tennis racket blows. Then he threw it outside (we still need to find the carcass and discard of it).
Both of us were wide awake for the longest time with all of that adrenaline rushing through our bodies. In the morning, I was scared to even go upstairs to get the kids out of bed. And the first bat is still on our screened-in porch for now.
So if anyone knows of a nice house with cheap rent and none of these guys:
we'd be interested!!
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Sneaky Behavior
Just the other night, I saw a little bald spot on the back of Andrew's head.
Me: "What's that?" I asked Phil.
Phil: "You must have done it when you cut his hair."
Me: "But I cut his hair two weeks ago, and I just noticed this bald spot now, something else is going on."
The next day, I noticed Eamon had two bald spots on the top of his head. I asked John-Paul if he knew why Eamon had them, and he started stammering, "Um, well, maybe, ah". I told him to tell me the truth (he's such a horrible liar, which is great for us) because God already saw what had happened, and I needed to know.
Finally, John-Paul told me that he had cut Andrew's hair and then Andrew cut Eamon's hair. But, he didn't understand why I was upset because they used their safety scissors.
I was actually more upset that they hadn't told me what happened than about what actually happened. Besides, I give all the boys crew cuts, so it's not too noticeable, and at least they didn't cut Maggie's hair which is hard to come by as it is!
An important note to this story is that all of this haircutting took place while I was at work, and they were under Phil's watch. Also, when I found out what happened to their hair, I told Phil and let him know that it wasn't my bad-hair-cutting-skills as he had proposed. He has yet to apologize...
(at least they didn't look like this poor kid!)
Me: "What's that?" I asked Phil.
Phil: "You must have done it when you cut his hair."
Me: "But I cut his hair two weeks ago, and I just noticed this bald spot now, something else is going on."
The next day, I noticed Eamon had two bald spots on the top of his head. I asked John-Paul if he knew why Eamon had them, and he started stammering, "Um, well, maybe, ah". I told him to tell me the truth (he's such a horrible liar, which is great for us) because God already saw what had happened, and I needed to know.
Finally, John-Paul told me that he had cut Andrew's hair and then Andrew cut Eamon's hair. But, he didn't understand why I was upset because they used their safety scissors.
I was actually more upset that they hadn't told me what happened than about what actually happened. Besides, I give all the boys crew cuts, so it's not too noticeable, and at least they didn't cut Maggie's hair which is hard to come by as it is!
An important note to this story is that all of this haircutting took place while I was at work, and they were under Phil's watch. Also, when I found out what happened to their hair, I told Phil and let him know that it wasn't my bad-hair-cutting-skills as he had proposed. He has yet to apologize...
(at least they didn't look like this poor kid!)
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