Recent Goodness

DSC_4821Oh my word.

I have the most beautiful family and the most amazing friends.

This time, the end of summer, is filled with so much love. And SO MANY PHOTOS! I just had to share a few:

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First Day and Forgiveness

DSC_4110Oh my Love Bug. Another first day of school!

Remember last year?

I was a mess.

I was this year too, but for different reasons.

DSC_4133Corey recently introduced me to the gem of a movie Tucker and Darrel vs Evil, and as Alan Tudyk’s character, Tucker, would say, “Officer, we’ve had doozy of a day.”

Except, change that to week.

But that’s a different post.

DSC_4146This is about you, my brave, beautiful 4 year old.

Last night, I was frantically searching stores for a new backpack (procrastination much?), and there was only one backpack left. Tinkerbell. Not princess. Not the one you wanted. Not the one you had been asking for since your birthday.

I failed.

I drove home at 10pm, mentally berating myself for not shopping earlier, for not preparing a special breakfast, extra special snack, nor having actually read everything you needed to turn in on the first day. I spent more time last night finishing up Creighton stuff than preparing you for school the next day, and I’m pretty sure I yelled at you before you went to bed, threatening something ridiculous like, “If you ask about your backpack one more time, you don’t get a backpack!” (because that’s a punishment I can follow through on…not).

After returning with your backpack, I fell into bed, spent about 30 seconds thinking about all the first day of school cuteness I saw on Pinterest and facebook, and went to sleep feeling like the worst mother on the planet (and angry at your Daddy, because I was a hot mess… I make sense like that).

This morning, I woke up early, said a loving goodbye to your dad before he made the trek up to Tacoma (because sleep cures passive-agressiveness), and thought about you. How you’ve grown and changed so much in the last year.DSC_2454

You woke up and asked with giant, innocent eyes, “Where’s my backpack Mommy?”. You ran to the couch to pick it up with reverent, soft hands, and before I could even start to apologize that it wasn’t pink or princess-y, you leapt from the couch to tackle me with a giant hug, “Thank you Mommy! Thank you so much! I love it! I love you!”

And I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. Tension, I hadn’t noticed, released from my shoulders. That’s the power of love. The power of forgiveness. Especially forgiveness freely given.

I didn’t know it, and you certainly couldn’t have, but I needed your love, your forgiveness at that moment.

My insecurities about being a mom bubble right up to the surface when life gets crazy. It’s easy to forget that more than pancakes, more than princesses, more than preschool… you love me.

Thanks for the reminder, Love Bug.

I love you too.

-Mommy

DSC_4123Lulu doesn’t go to preschool yet, but that sure wasn’t going to stop her from trying… backpack, binki and all.

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Sisters

DSC_3991Mo (who is currently under the weather), “You know what Mommy? When I played with my sister, I got better.”

Insert a big smile, and lots of giggling from the kitchen.

Amen, Little One. Siblings can always make you feel better.

Sisters especially. IMG_1717

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Claiming the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge

Several days ago, Andy was tagged to complete the ALS ice bucket challenge. The gist is to either donate $100 to ALSA.org or donate $10 and dump a bucket of ice water on your head. As strange as it may sound, this challenge has spread like wildfire across social media, raising millions of dollars for the cause.

Huh? What is it about video taping yourself squealing like a little girl (manly-men included) that is so attractive to so many?

I think because it’s an action. In the face of something so inconceivable as an incurable disease that leaves the human mind intact while destroying the body, we grasp for something to do about it.

So, people get wet and cold and smile for the camera and ask their friends and family to do the same. In the name of solidarity. In the name of love.

Questions have been raised about participating in this challenge as a Catholic. The truth is, ALSA uses an established embryonic stem cell line for a portion of its research into finding a cure for ALS.

This is a concern…

But, we completed the challenge anyway. Why?

In the name of solidarity. And in the name of love.

Here’s the thing about the internet: Anything you put out there becomes a living organism. It grows, it changes, it can be interpreted and criticized and idolized and hated. It can blow up into something beyond your wildest dreams or fizzle into nothingness.

And this is why I love social media, and why I love the internet.

We as Catholics are free, challenged even, to make this cause one of our own. To take it on. To surround it with love and attention and bring to light the terrible fight that some of our sisters and brothers in Christ battle every day.

After watching this ice bucket challenge (be sure to watch the whole thing, it will make you laugh, then it will make you cry) I realized that people with ALS not only combat their disease, they suffer isolation and anonymity.

Was this not just the entire theme of the Edel Gathering? A group of Moms saying to each other, you are not alone! I see you. I see your struggle and I love you!

In joining this challenge, we tell those who suffer we see you. You have worth and dignity. We want you to be healed, and we love you.

So, what can we do?

What did we do?

1. We prayed. As a faithful people, we believe our prayers our heard, that our prayers change lives. The secular world may scoff, insist that money speaks louder than words, but it remains our belief none-the-less.

2. We donated. To the John Paul II Medical Research Institute, flagging our donation to be used in ALS research.

3. We educated ourselves. We spent time learning about ALS. I truly believe education leads to compassion. We can now have a meaningful conversation about the effects of this disease and how it affects friends and family.

4. We completed the challenge:

5. We called on our friends and family to do the same. Pray, donate, and dump a bucket of ice water on their heads.

What will you do?

If you’re ready to take on the challenge, but nobody’s tagged you yet, just let me know. I’ll add you to our list.

 

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Cyber Love for my Parents

Today is Mom and Dad’s 32nd anniversary! Please watch the video below, and then add your love message in the comment box!

If you want to know more about my awesome parents, here’s a post from a couple years ago for their 30th anniversary.

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Kiddo Update

All the children had well-checks recently (but not all at the same time…that sounds a little nightmarish, dontcha think?), and here’s the scoop:

Mo Cannon BeachMo Bug is 4 years old, weighing in at 39lbs (77%) and measuring 3′ 5″ (75%). But there aren’t any stats that can calculate the amazing free spirit of this child.

lulu beachLulu is 2 years old, weighing in at 28ish lbs (75%), measuring 2′ 11.5″ (92%), with a head circumference in the 99%. This girl has serious spunk and ponytail on top is my new favorite look for her (also known as the ‘turnip’).

DomdomDom is 4 months old, weighing in at 19lbs 14oz (99%), measuring 2′ 3.7″ (100%), with a head circumference in the 100%. How is 100% even possible? Does that mean he is literally bigger than all the other babies in their metric? Now you can see why we’ve been petitioning friends for any extra 12 month clothes…

Domdom-2Also, I don’t have any cute pictures of him at the beach because he slept on me the entire time (this particular picture is on the plane ride home from CA)…because he’s a pro-baby. Seriously friends, the best little guy. He spends (most) all of his time sleeping, eating or smiling.

familyThis picture includes our dear friend Karissa, who is quickly approaching “Auntie” Karissa status via how much she helps and how much the girls adore her. We have a habit of going to the beach together. It’s an awesome habit.

family-2Made even awesome-er by the company of our friend Amanda (and not only because her parents own a cottage just a couple blocks away…But it is nice to have a place to feed and wash off sandy children. Can I say Mommy life-saver?! Thanks Amanda!).

There’s the kiddo update! They continue to grow and smile and laugh and cry and fight and make-up and be all around adorable. As kids are wont to do…

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First Selfie?

My beautiful picture4 or 14?

I’m not sure I’m quite ready for this…

More pics from Mo’s camera up next.

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Telestrations Wins Again!

telestrations-5Like seriously wins as best party game ever. Look at all these smiles! telestrations-7 telestrations-10 telestrations-2-5 telestrations-12 telestrations-2-7 telestrations-3-2It induces the kind of laughter that makes your face hurt. That makes you cover your mouth because you’re laughing so hard. That makes tears stream down your cheeks.

You don’t even have to be playing, just watching, and you’re still likely to snort as loudly and uncontrollably as everyone else.

For example, I give you the reactions to “swing dancers” into “hitler in a dress”:telestrations-13 telestrations-2telestrationstelestrations-2-2telestrations-2-3telestrations-4telestrations-3telestrations-8telestrations-2-4

We sincerely laughed about that transformation for a good five minutes. It was just so shockingly awesome.

Also, it’s accessible to any skill level of artist (better, in fact with a variety of skills).telestrations-6

Case in point: Corey’s “car hood” telestrations-11

vs my “killer bee”telestrations-2-6We played late into the night, and I would absolutely do it again. And again. And again. And that’s saying something coming from a sleep-deprived mom of 3 Littles.

telestrationsOh wait. My baby is a pro sleeper. So, I’m good to play any time! Just grab a group of friends, snacks, maybe a beer or two and bring your mad drawing skillz.

telestrations-2It’s sure to be a good time.

Credit to my mom for taking many of these photos and kudos to Andy for buying/bringing this game. My family is awesome.

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Edel: Real Moms, Swimming Pools and Cathedrals

“The Edel Gathering? So, what exactly is that?”… A common question the last several months, and I tried hard to explain. Coherently. Because why else would a PNW native head to Austin… in July? February. That makes sense. But July? I sounded a little crazy.

As Hallie Lord explained in her opening remarks, the purpose of Edel was several-fold. We were to connect with people. People we knew, people we just met, people we were totally in awe of. I quickly got over my initial habit of eavesdropping on conversations other people were having with Jen, and Haley, and Hallie and so many other wonderful Catholic bloggers.

And you know what happened when I walked around the corner, stuck out my hand and introduced myself? They smiled and introduced themselves back (as if they really had to…) I think I might have even said something super smooth like, “Hi [famous person's first name]! I’m Caitlin, and I just love your blog and blah blah blah, will you please be my friend?”.

They’re real people! Real moms. Just like me. Well, decidedly cooler, but almost just like me (check out Kelly’s karaoke rap if you need proof as to the coolness… mic drop included).

Ok, next purpose: to relax. Which I was medium successful at. I mean, I did look like this for most of the weekend.IMG_2666

Once again, racking up the cool points.

Also, I stayed at a hotel a couple blocks away, so I walked back and forth to change clothes and shower approximately a million times (babywearing in humidity makes for two very stinky and sweaty people). Actually, I had most everything I needed with me all the time (see above cool photo) and Dom is a sleeping champ. So, that part wasn’t so bad. Also, making friends was so ridiculously easy that I felt relaxed just sitting and chatting. Or nursing and chatting. Or eating and chatting. I thrive on making these connections. It energizes and relaxes me,  extrovert much?

DSC_2887Also making friends had its benefits. Like keys to the rooftop pool at our hotel venue, the OMNI. Nothing says relax like discussing NFP, Mass with Littles and our saintly husbands in a luke-warm pool packed with frat boys and lithe little young thangs. All jesting aside, it only took saying “Yay, Mass!” a couple times before our side of the pool was inexplicably empty. And you should have seen the looks Dom got sleeping in the shade. “Is that a baby?” was whispered in hushed, awe-filled tones as people walked to the pool’s bar. Like adventurers on a jungle safari, people in their 20s and 30s watched Dom in his natural state: sleeping.

Careful, Ladies and Gentlemen, he might just open his eyes, coo, or spit up! You never know with those wily babies!

I like to think that just by being there, specifically where our worlds collided, we were witnessing. Witnessing to the joys of motherhood.

Ah, the joys of motherhood (I literally just took a break in typing to argue with my four year old…who argues with a four year old? Come on Caitlin! Get your act together!).

And that segues me to the third reason for Edel, to listen to some awesome, eloquent Mothers give us weary, isolated Mamas words of encouragement to take home with us.

DSC_2917It started with Hallie’s opening remarks. It is good that you are here. Inspired words, given to Hallie by the Big Guy upstairs to pass on to all of us. So, stop. Take a deep breath. Give up all your anxieties and worries (we’re moms who may have just left kids thousands of miles behind, of course we have worries) and just be here. And did I mention we were all women too? Women obsess about everything already, and put them in a group of other women and those obsessions can quickly turn to self-depreciation. My internal monologue went something like this: I’m not cool enough, pretty enough, eloquent enough. I don’t have the right clothes or lipstick. I’m going to say the wrong thing and I’m sure everyone will hate me.

Seriously people, living in my brain is sometimes like a trip to Crazy Town.

So Hallie’s opening words were salve on my soul. God wanted me to be there. To meet these people. To smile and laugh and Just. Be. Here. 

Exhale.

She also spoke a little about the patron of the conference, Venerable Edel Mary Quinn. She not only miraculously appeared to a depressed, desperate mom who almost threw herself off a bridge, saving her life and encouraging her in her vocation, she also really liked to party. Just our kind of gal.

DSC_2919Next in line to inspire us was Marion (I-wish-she-had-a-blog)Fernández-Cueto (stole that bit from you Nell). Her talk was so inspired, and so cogent, I found myself madly scribbling notes one-handed while breastfeeding. It was like a weird flash back to a college lecture, but with a lot more breast milk. Due to the nursing haze and complications of writing on my knee, my notes look a little like this:

“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me…” –>look up later, Isaiah? Maybe… –> READ YOUR BIBLE CAITLIN
Church should be greatest possible experience of freedom…
Some awesome quote by St. Agustine, something to do with unconditional love –> look up later.

Community! Yay! Have to surrender to…. something, Love? 
Story about a French…painter? artist? Something awesome –>look up later

I’ve heard we’ll get audio of the talks, and I’m sure I will listen and re-listen to her words. I joke about the content I wrote down, but the standing ovation she received speaks to the resonance we all felt with her words. Several parts I remember vividly (trying to quote as best I can):

“Remember the pathetic little boy who offered his pathetic little lunch to Jesus to feed the crowd? When we offer our pathetic little life to Christ, he takes it and he multiplies it.”
“Authentic Christianity always brings us into community.”
“If we fail to live our own personal vocation, which is to live in Christ’s love, somewhere in the Church a light will be missing.”

Truncated as those quotes my sound, in the context of her talk and with the audience she was speaking to, it was magic. We were a group of struggling, isolated Catholic Moms, looking for validation and encouragement. Marion, you absolutely delivered.

DSC_2913Then we got a two hour break to swim, or shop, or get a massage, or chat or whatever the heck we wanted to do since no one needed to break up a fight or cook a meal or vacuum the floor. I was going to say change a diaper, but seriously a good 10-15% of women had a baby with them. Probably another 10-15% were pregnant. It was the most absurdly awesome demographic of women.

DSC_2922Haley was up next. I’ve been a mostly lurker (sometimes comment-er) on her blog and IG feed for a while now. Ok, truthfully, I kind of want to be her. She’s got awesome crazy hair, wears red lipstick like it ain’t no thang, and has a giant tattoo of Mary! More importantly, she does a great job living the liturgical year with her kids, celebrating feast days with special meals and activities (check out her cookbook!). She writes powerful, true and sometimes inflammatory words. And is just all around a brave and faithful woman.

Guess what? She’s a real person. A real mom. Just like me. I actually spent time talking with her about normal mom/family things. She has a front yard garden (like me!) and chickens (like me!) and the cutest babies ever (like me!). She even remembered my name later, what?!

Her talk was entitled “My Kids are Killing Me, ” and was about the mortification of motherhood. Sounds…strange? A little dark perhaps? That couldn’t be further from the truth. It was full of humor and tears and love and insight. She ultimately shared her personal transformation from a (her words) selfish 20-something into a faith-filled Catholic mom. And do you know how? Her first baby. An unplanned pregnancy. She and her husband were happy to live in a secular, consumer-driven world, until a little positive pregnancy test changed everything (I’m paraphrasing again):

Until then, I had been imprisoned by a tyranny of…me. And for the first time, I was free to love something else, unconditionally. This baby taught me to love someone just because it was there. It had intrinsic value just by existing. And I realized, maybe I didn’t really even know how to love Daniel…I saw our marriage change from two individuals who were competing to have their needs met, into two people sacrificially loving each other...”

So, so powerful. And such a reality check.

She told the story about how a professor stated a dog could take care of her 18 month old, and therefor didn’t need quit grad school to stay home. Man, want to rile up a room of Moms… She told stories of her kids blowing raspberries in Mass. She ultimately made herself so relate-able and wove such a good narrative, that when she choked up speaking about that positive pregnancy test, we were all teary-eyed with her.

And she made the good point that every small suffering, every embarrassment, every sacrifice of time and energy, it’s a purification. A mortification. And our path to Heaven is full of them.

DSC_2924Jen’s talk was the rallying cry of the weekend. Appropriately placed after an awesome Tex Mex buffet and before the karaoke dance party started.

She was the most inclusive of the speakers. Hammering home that it is difficult to be a faithful Catholic woman today, and that we are all suffering from a great isolation. She related motherhood to a story about a Cathedral Builder:

A rich man came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, ‘Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it. And the workman replied, ‘Because God sees.’ (This version from here).

DSC_2884We are Cathedral builders, says Jen. Every moment of every day. Every little formation of our children turns them into a more beautiful cathedral. And God sees it all. She expanded on the metaphor to say that motherhood itself is a cathedral, and sometimes, though we see the value of building, it can be awfully lonely inside.

As I turned to the tearful women around me, I was struck by how ridiculously blessed I am. Right now, my community is so full and so vibrant and so life-giving, I feel like I’m just brimming. Ladies of St. Joseph, sisters, and friends you fill my cathedral. Help me build it, even. I’ve had my time of sitting alone, so desperately alone in my cathedral… sure that I would wither up and die for lack of connection. But not now. Especially not now, so full from Edel.

IMG_2735To those of you I met, thank you for your kind words, laughter and love.

To those who weren’t there, we all loved you and thought about you. Wishing and guiding and praying you into our Edel Cathedral, whether you felt it or not. Tricia, Cate and I even sang a karaoke song in your honor… while baby wearing (pictures to come…maybe, depending on how brave I am).

DSC_2885During Mass on Sunday, as I entered a physical cathedral, I was struck by the realization that all you Mamas were there. We all gathered around the same Eucharistic table that day, all across the country. All across the world.

So, Mamas, if you need it, throw wide the doors! We must storm each other’s cathedrals. Worship together. Laugh together. Struggle together. Let no woman feel that she is raising her children all by herself. We are never alone.

You are never alone.

And please come to Edel next year.

I’m pushing for Portland.

A lot more baby wearing, with a lot less sweat.

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Edel: A Baby’s Eye-View

Dom and I just returned from The Edel Gathering, and there’s so much that I want to put into writing. To articulate. To keep forever. But I find myself savoring it. Holding it close, like a prized possession. Afraid that once I write it all down, I will fail to do my feelings and experiences justice.

I’m still processing all the truths and encouragements about my vocation, and will verbalize them when I have more than nap time. More than just-before-bed time.  Here’s my recap.

So, instead, here’s Edel as experienced by Dom.

Spoiler alert! There’s a lot of sleeping and eating, and barely any crying. Because he is seriously the most excellent travel baby. Ever.

Ok, well. We’re in the airport. Mom seems like she’s moving a little slow though… Kind of weighted down.IMG_2657

Flying! Yay! Thanks Southwest for letting us bring my carseat on board.IMG_2661

I should probably look at the pretty scenery. IMG_2660

Or sleep. Sleep is good. ZzzzzzIMG_2664

Again with the backpack? Really? Does every mom look like this when they go to a cocktail party?… Coolest lady I know.IMG_2666

The clock says it’s midnight, but it’s only 10PM in my head. I think I’ll stay awake and be adorable. Neener, neener….IMG_2674

zzzz…IMG_2676

More zzzzz….IMG_2678

Good morning Texas State Capital! I think I’ll enjoy….zzzzz.IMG_2684

Oooh Mom is meeting Haley. Her favorite imaginary BFF. Hi Haley! I really like your post about…zzzzz.IMG_2688

Oh! I’m awake. And who are you? Mom’s own baby-holder. I’m a little skeptical. What are your credentials? Never mind. I love you.IMG_2691

Yay! It’s Heather! Hold me!IMG_2694

And we see Nell again! She’s our friend from the airport shuttle…zzzzz.IMG_2696

Hallie! You made this conference possible. I love you so much! So much I think I’ll… zzzzzzz.IMG_2698

And you too Christy! Mom loves your bl….zzzzz.IMG_2701

Cate! Tricia! Mom is so happy she met you ladies for real. And so grateful to Mary for introducing. They all wished you were here…zzzzz.IMG_2702

 

I really liked our new friend Suzanna, and Rose is just my type: Baby.DSC_2909

Wanna swim on the roof Mom? Ok, gimme a sec and I’ll just pass out here on this nest of towels. Zzzzzz…IMG_2706

Dancing! We’re dancing! So are all the other Moms, and some are wearing babies too! Do I hear karaoke? I don’t really know what the heck is going on…IMG_2712

But I think I’ll pass out before you take your next fangirl picture with Bonnie….zzzz…IMG_2714

New friends from Ohio! Sisters actually. Hey, will you ever bring my sisters to something like this? How about your sisters?IMG_2718

Mom, I saw that. Jen really is tall. Tall enough that you grabbed her butt, not her waist in this picture…IMG_2715

Good morning Mom! I slept through Mass, and now it’s time to pack. How about I just lay here, k?DSC_2934

Clouds that may cause some turbulence, eh Captain? IMG_2736

Don’t worry. I’ve got this: Zzzzzzz….IMG_2739

Seriously, you guys. Apart from some stiff shoulders and hips from wearing him for 48 hours, I have absolutely no complaints about traveling with this little guy. I even told him he could cry the whole way home and he would have earned it…

Last week I was starting to dread the logistics of attending a conference with a 4 month old. Even thinking about selling my ticket. Thank you Andy for encouraging me to go. And between Dom’s ridiculously chill nature and the incredible pro-baby feeling at Edel, I’d absolutely do it again. In a heartbeat.

More substance and less name-dropping (blog-dropping?) to come in the next post. Promise. However, probably more pictures involving that son of mine. I’m still waiting on the pics from our karaoke stint… He rocked it.

 

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