by Catherine | May 21, 2015 | Family
Walt celebrated his 4th birthday with his preschool classmates last weekend. After considerable deliberation, he finally selected the party theme:
Walt’s party was all about Despicable Me!
Well done, Cookie Company! They did a great job decorating this chocolate chip cookie cake for the party. Isn’t it adorable? It was equally delicious!
Have you ever seen the movie? I kept the party decorations relatively simple, but we had to have our own Box of Shame from the movie like this one:
We transformed a garment box from our move into a Box of Shame. The kids LOVED it! Walt tried it out before the other kids arrived.
The rest of the minions in the Box of Shame:
The kids mostly entertained themselves for most of the party. It was fun to watch their individual personalities shine through.
Monty was happy to have so much attention from his new buddies!
Note to self: No more balloon bouquets at a 4-year-old boy’s birthday party. They will get destroyed. This started as 3 separate balloon bouquets.
Things got pretty quiet when it was time for lunch. All of the playing wore ’em out–temporarily. Then the sugar ramped ’em up again!
We suggested Duck, Duck, Goose. The kids brilliantly changed the game to Yellow Minion, Yellow Minion, Purple Minion. There was so much giggling!
Look at Walt’s face. The joy!
One of my favorite pictures from the party. I love how happy he was to watch his friends having a great time at his party.
All good things have to come to an end, so we came upstairs to wait for parents to arrive. Meanwhile, the kids had fun playing with their treasures from their goodie bags.
Harry especially loved the party blowers. He thought they were HILARIOUS!
The next day, I helped Walt to create his own thank you notes for his buddies. He drew each one a picture on the front. Here’s one:
Very serious work, people. Look at that concentration!
After he finished his cover art, I transcribed whatever message he wanted to include on the inside, thanking the friend for coming to the party and for bringing a nice birthday present. Walt especially loved getting to sign each card.
Walt had a huge grin plastered to his face when he went down for his afternoon nap after the party. It’s a beautiful thing to watch your child forming friendships with children who will be a big part of his life for the next 12+ years in elementary, junior, and high school. I’d say the party was a success because the minions were exhausted at the end–just in time for parents to bring them home for naps. Love you, Walt!
by Catherine | May 14, 2015 | Family
For Mother’s Day, I decided to transfer my parents’ VHS home videos to DVDs. I made the trip to Omaha to get the tapes from Mom and Dad’s house. Dad found the box of VHS tapes stored in the basement and made arrangements for me to pick it up before Mom got home from work. The box contained roughly 2 dozen VHS tapes with 2 hours of footage on each tape. The dates ranged from the mid-seventies to 2002. Thanks to our neighbor’s VHS transfer machine, I was able to begin the fun part from the comfort of our family room.
The VHS tapes weren’t labeled. They simply said things like, “Tape 13 1:58.” I could have just dropped off the VHS tapes at a store and had a stranger convert the tapes, but I’ve never been one to do things the easy way. Besides, I wanted this endeavor to be worth the effort. To me, that meant viewing each VHS tape, stopping and starting the film between different events, and noting what was happening in each event with the year. That way, when I transferred them to DVD, each event would be a new scene that we could find with the click of a button. No more fast forwarding. No more guess work. Every memory would be at our fingertips.
“Andy 3rd Birthday 1986 Trick Candles”
“Okoboji 1990 Fishing and Water Skiing”
“Lake Manawa 4th of July Parade 1978”
“Mom and Dad Playing With First Video Camera, 1976”
Archiving the videos in this way was a lot more work, but it was well worth the effort. I thought forcing myself to go through all of the video footage would be a fun chance to go down memory lane. What I didn’t expect was for the whole experience to make me rethink how Philip and I are archiving memories for our own little family.
The way my parents captured our childhoods is so very different than how Philip and I are archiving our memories today. Philip and I don’t own a dedicated video camera. If we take any videos, they are short snippets on our phones or quick clips on my new DSLR. I had taken for granted how Mom and Dad filmed until I started viewing.
Filming with a dedicated video camera, especially a bulky one like Mom and Dad had during our early childhoods, was an event. The camera was large and inconvenient for hauling around, so most of the events captured were events–birthdays, holidays, milestones, recitals, football/basketball/volleyball/soccer games, graduations, music programs, etc. There were very few moments of tape when the videographer was just taping everyday life. Since I’m so used to being able to archive every little moment on my smart phone, you’d think this would make me sad. Ironically, I think our parents’ way of archiving memories managed to capture more. Here’s why:
Because filming with a big, dedicated videocamera took some effort, the person filming took it upon him or herself to record the event. They weren’t asking someone to clown on the film for a quick clip. They filmed all of Christmas morning next to the tree or the whole First Holy Communion Mass. Maybe this has more to do with the way my family filmed than a truism for the way archiving memories have changed. (I’d love to hear your family’s experience!) It was refreshing to view all of these memories in their entirety. In an age when we didn’t have the constant distractions of our screens, the people being captured were all in the moment–even if they were daydreaming of something else, it was easy to reign everyone back in.
My favorite part of watching the videos of extended moments is getting a better glimpse into the videographer’s mind. When Dad was filming, he remained mostly silent, simply panning the room as a silent observer, letting the action unfold in front of him. When he found a moment he found particularly interesting or funny, he’d zoom in. If it was Christmas morning and he saw one of us opening a highly anticipated present, he’d ask excitedly, “What is it, Matthew?” His little chuckle behind the camera revealed so much. He regularly let the camera stop on my mom (which she hated), but I am so glad he did since she was usually the one capturing the memories on camera, so we have few photos of Mom from my childhood. (Isn’t that always the trap of us mamas? I told Philip recently that I’m sad I’m in so few pictures, so he’s been making a big effort to take more snapshots of little moments when he sees me reading with the kids, helping them with their shoes, or cuddling on a lazy Saturday morning.)
The other thing I love about videotaping events is that it manages to capture more of the everyday and ordinary. Say what, Catherine? Let me explain. When you have 30 minutes of footage from Christmas 1989, the people on film seem to forget that they’re being filmed. Instead of hamming it up for the camera, they do their thing. The person filming giggles upon discovering someone picking their nose, an aunt and uncle exchange a sweet kiss, the newborn is cuddling with Grandma, and the conversation is about nothing remarkable, but it makes you think of people, places, or events that you hadn’t thought of in years.
Another bonus of the extended footage is getting to see all of the things we didn’t think to capture in pictures. Watching video helped me to remember the floor plan of the various homes our family and extended family has lived in. Our childhood parish’s original (ugly!) church and school “link” connecting the school to the church that is now gone. The Jack and Jill bathroom my sister and I shared where she used to do my hair (and I laid on the floor behind the pocket door to listen to her chat on the teen line with her friends. The secret hideout on the top shelf of the hall linen closet. That made me realize how much I crave getting to see those little things, and how I need to be more deliberate in capturing them today for our children.
So, how is all of this going to change how we capture memories? For starters, we’re going to start taking more and longer film of everyday life. We’re going to let the camera run so that we’re capturing the living instead of the performing. We’re going to take pictures that capture the nooks and crannies and the little details that make up the background of our lives. We’re going to capture the voices of our older relatives. We’re going to capture the voices of the kids–how they mispronounced specific words, talking about their favorite things, talking about school or friends. We’re going to remember that capturing the ordinary things that get overlooked may someday mean more than capturing snippets of the big moments.
After getting everything off of the VHS tapes, I was able to put everything in chronological order. Thanks for Philip’s tech savvy-ness, we put the files onto DVD’s with a fancy main menu that had screen shots of the various files. I’m still in the process of making copies for my siblings and ourselves. I’m so glad I went to the trouble. I know my parents and siblings really appreciated it. More importantly, our children and maybe even their children will get enjoyment from them, too. Now that they’re labeled, a lot of the guesswork will be gone.
Watching the videos on DVD on Mother’s Day
How did your family archive memories on video (if at all)? What was the videographer’s style? Did he/she capture the whole event? Are there holes in the memories that you wish were filled? What do you wish you could change about the style? Does this make you reconsider how you’re archiving memories now? What would you do differently?
by Catherine | May 8, 2015 | Faith, Family
I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna fall for the Mother’s Day Trap.
It’s so gosh darn tempting to expect what the Hallmark commercials are selling. We see all of these picture perfect scenes of cherub children and adoring husbands gently, lovingly waking Mom with beautifully handmade keepsakes, poetic cards, and expensive jewelry. They shower her with affection. The children, perfectly dressed and coiffed, use indoor voices, remember their manners, and play sweetly with each other.
How many loaves of bread does this woman need?
No wonder it’s so easy to get in a rotten mood on Mother’s Day when the day is, well, ordinary.
This year, I’m not falling for the Mother’s Day Trap. Instead, I’m gonna anticipate ordinary.
I’m gonna anticipate that even on Mother’s Day there will still be diaper blowouts, epic temper tantrums, spilled milk, or fighting children. Full disclosure: I’m anticipating ordinary so much that I asked Philip if we could go to Mass just the two of us on Saturday before our dinner date. That way, we can enjoy a peaceful-ish (with a big “ish”) Mother’s Day morning at home with the kids. (Mass has been anything but peaceful or prayerful the last few weeks. Just ask the other St. Joseph’s parishioners! They can tell you about the Divine Mercy Sunday extravaganza. A smuggled minion, open flames, and a St. Joseph statue were involved.) Any you know what? Praise God! Really. All of the crazy day-to-day stressors and power struggles that I’ve grown to accept as normal are signs of life around here.
I don’t need to cherish every diaper change or temper tantrum to be a good mother. I do need to celebrate the gift of what has become my ordinary, though. When I take the time to stop and think about it, motherhood blows my mind. It is an extraordinary grace to be entrusted with eternal souls. The longer God gives me to hone my skills as a mama, the more I see that He has sent me exactly the souls I need to be the person He is asking me to be. It’s exactly the life I need. There’s so much grace to be found in the imperfect.
So, when it’s Mother’s Day morning and someone has a fever and someone else lost their left shoe, I’ll remember that the imperfect won’t make it a bad Mother’s Day; it’ll make it a real Mother’s Day. Last year, our family spent Mother’s Day in my brother’s basement during a tornado warning, so stay tuned for what’s in store this year. Whatever happens, it’ll be a tailor-made Mother’s Day with opportunities just for me to find the graces.
by Catherine | May 8, 2015 | Faith, Family
I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna fall for the Mother’s Day Trap.
It’s so gosh darn tempting to expect what the Hallmark commercials are selling. We see all of these picture perfect scenes of cherub children and adoring husbands gently, lovingly waking Mom with beautifully handmade keepsakes, poetic cards, and expensive jewelry. They shower her with affection. The children, perfectly dressed and coiffed, use indoor voices, remember their manners, and play sweetly with each other.
How many loaves of bread does this woman need?
No wonder it’s so easy to get in a rotten mood on Mother’s Day when the day is, well, ordinary.
This year, I’m not falling for the Mother’s Day Trap. Instead, I’m gonna anticipate ordinary.
I’m gonna anticipate that even on Mother’s Day there will still be diaper blowouts, epic temper tantrums, spilled milk, or fighting children. Full disclosure: I’m anticipating ordinary so much that I asked Philip if we could go to Mass just the two of us on Saturday before our dinner date. That way, we can enjoy a peaceful-ish (with a big “ish”) Mother’s Day morning at home with the kids. (Mass has been anything but peaceful or prayerful the last few weeks. Just ask the other St. Joseph’s parishioners! They can tell you about the Divine Mercy Sunday extravaganza. A smuggled minion, open flames, and a St. Joseph statue were involved.) Any you know what? Praise God! Really. All of the crazy day-to-day stressors and power struggles that I’ve grown to accept as normal are signs of life around here.
I don’t need to cherish every diaper change or temper tantrum to be a good mother. I do need to celebrate the gift of what has become my ordinary, though. When I take the time to stop and think about it, motherhood blows my mind. It is an extraordinary grace to be entrusted with eternal souls. The longer God gives me to hone my skills as a mama, the more I see that He has sent me exactly the souls I need to be the person He is asking me to be. It’s exactly the life I need. There’s so much grace to be found in the imperfect.
So, when it’s Mother’s Day morning and someone has a fever and someone else lost their left shoe, I’ll remember that the imperfect won’t make it a bad Mother’s Day; it’ll make it a real Mother’s Day. Last year, our family spent Mother’s Day in my brother’s basement during a tornado warning, so stay tuned for what’s in store this year. Whatever happens, it’ll be a tailor-made Mother’s Day with opportunities just for me to find the graces.
by Catherine | May 7, 2015 | Family
It’s been awhile since I’ve blogged on a regular basis, so I thought I’d use a 7 Quick Takes post as a perfect chance to play catch up:
1. Jane’s new “Quiet Time Corner”
At 5, Jane is down to taking only one or two naps a week. On those days when she isn’t napping, her brain still needs a break. She had been having “quiet time” in her room while the boys napped. The only trouble was she was waking up her brothers during her quiet play. I decided to create a special place for her to go while the boys napped. I rearranged a few things in our basement to create what I’m calling Jane’s Quiet Time Corner.
I simply stuck a banquet table in the corner. Then, I gathered all of her favorite stuff to have at her fingertips in one place–puzzles, arts & crafts supplies, sticker books, LeapReader books, Melissa & Doug magnetic dress-up dolls, Doc McStuffins paper dolls, her fashion design center with rubbing plates, etc. Notice that awesome clock looking thing on the far left of the table? That’s a fantastic timer we got last summer and have been using ever since. You simply turn the nob to whatever desired time you want (in minutes up to 60). When you let go, the timer starts counting down. As time decreases, the red card disappears. This is a great, visual way for Jane to keep track of how much more quiet time she has. This way, she isn’t coming upstairs every five minutes to say, “Can I come upstairs yet?” Everyone’s brain gets a little break since I created Jane’s Quiet Time Corner. She’s happy to have her own space to create and play without fear of waking up her brothers, the boys get uninterrupted naps, and I’m able to get a few things accomplished.
2. I got a whole buncha great paperback books for a steal at a recent consignment sale. Jane and Walt love hearing me and Philip read the Ramona books. It’s so fun to re-discover one of my favorite fictional characters with the kids. We recently had a veeeeeeeeeery lazy Saturday morning, enjoying these books together in our jammies.
3. Sibling sweetness
Harry climbed into bed with Walt after evening prayers. Oh, my heart!
Jane and Walt like to pretend to paint the artwork around the house. They’re so adorable with their little palettes and brushes!
4. Why buy toys when you can give your kids a laundry basket choo-choo joined together by a zip tie?
Or a hamper full of dirty clothes?
5. It’s all about the minions, people.
BANANA!
6. Current favorite things:
Jane’s favorite part about spring rainstorms? The worms! She’d catch ’em all day and make them little homes if she could.
If she has to be indoors, she has to be with Monty. Here they are, fighting off exhaustion around nap time.
Harry loves his bunny, Clover, and his fuzzy blanky.
I love this delicious beer! Illusive Traveler Grapefruit Ale is my new favorite summer beer.
It might be May, but Walt’s favorite shirt is this hand-me-down Halloween shirt. “Hands off my stache!”
Okay, so I’ll admit that those 7 things aren’t real categories and were just an excuse to dump a buncha photos. It’s my lazy blogger attempt at archiving my favorite moments. Someday, hopefully in the not-too-distant future, I’ll be a more regular blogger again! Until then, enjoy the random.
To read more 7QT posts, head over to Kelly Mantoan’s blog, This Ain’t The Lyceum!
by Catherine | May 7, 2015 | Family
Ever since I was a little girl, May Day has been one of my favorite holidays. I loved creating the little baskets and ding dong ditching our neighbors as we left the goodies on their front stoops. I thought this would be a good year for us to start doing May Day baskets with the kids since Jane is 5 and Walt is nearly 4. First, we assembled our baskets:
The “basket” was a plastic cup. I attached the pipe cleaner handles by cutting two holes into the cup with my hole punch.
We wanted the baskets to have a touch of spring, so we added some paper flowers. We used a big hole punch that we previously used for cupcake toppers, and Walt glued ’em on with his gluestick. Jane helped me cut out and glue paper tulips the next day. Then, we added the candy. I finished the baskets off by attaching the handles and sticking on a little label.
To me, May Day epitomizes the beauty of the “little way” of St. Thérèse of Lisieux, so I included a little quote from her on the labels. (A big THANK YOU to Philip for helping with this step! He even included a pretty rose on the label for the saint also known as “The Little Flower.” What a guy!)
Our family’s St. Thérèse was due in May, so I think of her every year around this time. She would have been 2 this May. Instead, we continue to pray to her in heaven and are so blessed by “Happy Happy” who will be turning 2 in August. St. Thérèse, pray for us!
I loaded the baskets into the minivan trunk the night before. I thought, “Maybe I got a little carried away.” Then, I realized that most of the families we were delivering to in our neighborhood had multiple children, so we went through those baskets in less than an hour! I was glad we had made so many.
The best part: The drop (and sometimes getting caught!)
We have one of the captain seats in the minivan removed, so I drove slowly alongside the curb with the baskets on the van floor. Jane and Walt ran back and forth from the van with the baskets to our neighbors’ front stoops. Harry is looking forward to next year when he can keep up with the big kids. For the most part, he was content to be inside the dry van with me since it was sprinkling outside. By the end of their hour of not-so-stealthy deliveries, they were exhausted, so we headed home for naps. Even Mama took one!
Look what was on our front stoop when we woke up! The kids were SOOOOOOOOOO excited!!!
Walt, checking out the May Day loot. He agrees with Mama. May Day is simply the best! What’s not to love about doing something little to bring joy to your neighbor’s lives?