Friday, April 26, 2013

7 Quick Takes: What It Is

1. We. have. a. surgery. date. May 31. 5 weeks until PiaBaby gets her "ears." Only mildly freaking out at the moment but I am sure I will grow increasingly crazy as the day approaches. Two weeks after THAT will be our activation day...we are pretty nervous and excited over here.

2. Would it be inappropriate to send United Healthcare flowers and chocolates to thank them for only taking 8 DAYS to approve Pia for surgery? Would it be awkward to frame and hang the approval letter?

3. Gianna got glasses and it makes her look so grown up. Birthday #6 is a week from today??!! 

4. I've just been hanging out with these guys all day and it's usually not a bad gig.

5. The most ballet I get to do these days. Dinner theatre at its finest.

6. My dad built Dominic a water table and I believe every family should have one. Hours of imaginative, non-destructive play. I had a very nice action pic but it's taking ten million years to load and I'm kind of over this blog post and ready to move on.

7. This baby.

Is wearing Gianna's hand-me-down size 18 month clothes. She a big gurl. She also signs MILK, MORE, PLAY, and CHANGE (as in diaper change.) I loooooove her. Please keep us in your prayers for a successful surgery and for a non-insane me. I'll probably ask for that about 50 more times between now and May 31. Sorry!

More Quick Takes here.....Live it up this weekend, I know I will.

Monday, April 8, 2013

The Domcast

If he had a Podcast.

"I can't because I can't."
"We are whale sharks, but we look like basking sharks, but we are whale sharks."

"No you NOT!"
"Wellllllllll, I don't too sure about that!"

"Tomorrow is right now!!"
"That's not the PiaBaby, it's the baby hyena!"
"Mr. Schilling the MOM will help me."

"I like to share your food, Mom. It looks more good than mine."

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOkay" followed with a big sigh.

"Maybe in the springtime I will obey."

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Breaking the Silence

Ok. So I took a little break, and we ended up having a very Lent-y Lent at the end there anyways. But we survived, we are all alive. Alive. What an incredible thing to be able to say!

Three weeks ago, a friend of ours was at a park with her two children. Her three year old got away from her and fell into a pond. After a tense weekend at the Children's Hospital, little Gemma passed away.

What a shock it has been to our little Catholic mama community. The desire to keep our own children close, to cling to them in sadness and thanksgiving for their presence was overwhelming. The inability to sleep as we grieved with this family. The awe at the beauty and blessing of faith and the way we came together to help out when one of us was in need. To see such compassion, such suffering-with, can restore your hope in humanity on a dark day.

It seems strange, but the word I was struck with was 'privilege.' It has been a privilege to suffer with this family in a time of such heartbreaking grief. A privilege to wash their laundry, carefully separating out, through tears, pink pajama bottoms and denim skorts that won't be needed any longer. A privilege to put together meals and scrapbook pages. A privilege to mourn with this family.

I have realized that these children are little gifts. They do not belong to us; they are not possessions to which we are entitled. I have done nothing to merit or deserve their health and vitality. I thought I knew these things, but recent events have brought them to stark reality. This realization filled me with great fear, especially as we draw closer to a surgery date for Pia. When I took this fear to the Confessional, the priest reminded me; God wants what is best for my family and His ways are not our ways. The way to peace is to entrust my children to God. Quite an item for my to-do list.

We had a lovely Easter, we are looking forward to warmer days and growing things in the fresh spring air. Our butterball of a PiaBaby is f-i-i-i-i-inally sitting up unassisted, which is a big weight off my worrying shoulders. We are giving thanks for the life of Gemma as we find a renewed appreciation for our own. We ask her to intercede for her family and all of us as they grieve.

Easter am

ready for some warmer days