Before Mass on Sunday I lined the boys up to cut their hair. When I finished the last one’s, the 8-year-old’s, I told him to quickly shower to get all the loose hairs out. Instead of showering, he decided to wash his hair in the sink. It wasn’t until I was walking behind him on the way up to Communion that I saw the matted sections of hair from where he had put shampoo, but obviously not rinsed it out very well. In addition Read the rest of this entry
I was having my confession heard at a monastery by a priest whom I consider to be very holy. I had my young son with me. From past experience, I knew he could be rather disruptive during this time, so I thought putting him in a stroller would help harness his energy. I thought I was so smart putting his toy cars on his tray along with some goldfish to eat. “Great, he has everything he needs to be a good boy while I talk to Father,” I thought. I was sadly mistaken. Read the rest of this entry
These two stories are from Leslie, mother of 4
My son hated going to Mass, and I mean hated! On his fifth birthday I told him we were going to a birthday party, which we were, but I didn’t tell him that we were first going to daily Mass. We made our way into the church and sat down among all the old women before Read the rest of this entry
While studying the Corporal Works of Mercy this morning, my five-year-old daughter wondered, Read the rest of this entry
My five-year-old son made a comment the other day about my AXE body wash bottle. It has a cartoon that shows a guy washing, and in the next slide, shows him with two girls with their arm around him. My son’s comments to this: Read the rest of this entry
It was actually broccoli that had clogged the bathroom sink drain. I guess my five-year-old son’s “emergency” runs to the bathroom during dinner were the cover for a much bigger vegetable-disappearing conspiracy!
And he lost his tooth today. I think that the tooth fairy is going to leave a little note (and maybe a little broccoli) stating the importance of eating healthy!
Sally, mother of 3
Every Thursday morning I have a conference call for approximately an hour with my boss and 6 or 7 coworkers. I’m a stay-at-home mom working part-time from home, so my phone calls are from home–where my three little kids are, too. Read the rest of this entry
During Mass the baby needed to nurse. I didn’t feel comfortable doing so in front of everyone, so I went down to the basement, bringing my toddler with me. While I was nursing, my older daughter was taking advantage of the large open area and the fact that I couldn’t catch her while feeding the baby. Read the rest of this entry
My three-year-old found a hat and put it on the one-year-old, then she helped her little sister toddle out to living room to display her to the rest of us: my husband, myself and, and our five-year-old. We all thought the baby looked very cute. But our oldest daughter gave the greatest praise Read the rest of this entry
When my son was about 2 1/2, he became aware, from listening to his siblings or hearing things on TV, of what we call bad words, like “shut up”, “stupid,” and “jerk.” So one day when we were in the check out line at the grocery store, an elderly woman Read the rest of this entry