Emilie Marie: 2 years old

30 June 2018

Oh Emilie, you are so sweet, you are the one I want to eat...

I sing her the song Daddu made up for her when she was a baby every night. When I get to the "eat" part, I say "mun mun mun" and pretend to eat her. She loves it! If I forget or leave out the eating part, she tries to eat me. 

This girl. This sweet Emilie turned 2 on June 16th. Oh me, oh my. 

 

In our family: boys be boys, and girls... be girls. But not too girly. Emilie has no problem joining in her older brothers' Lego and sandbox adventures and wielding a sword or donning a police officer uniform for dress-up. But she sure likes dresses and pony tails and pretty bags. 

It might be that three kids is just kind of busy, but somehow Emilie got to be the quiet, sneaky toddler. If it's quiet, you know she is getting into some mischief: lathering ointment or cream or Daddu's deodorant all over herself in the bathroom; climbing on the boys' desk to colour pencil crayon all over the bookshelves or reach the scissors for herself; taking all the heads, legs, and hands off all the Lego guys; taking out the toilet cleaner and brush to "clean" for Mommy; helping herself to "nacks" of fishes, trail mix, or crackers in the kitchen.

Speaking of "nacks," this girl is always hungry. She is positively hangry first thing in the morning and woe to the parent who doesn't skip to it and make her some breakfast pronto. Emilie's favourite is when she wakes up in time to join Daddu at the breakfast table to eat all his toast and drink all his milk. Of course, that's just first breakfast...

Living with a bunch of brothers, Emilie has to be tough. Sort of. We regularly have John Paul coming to tell us her latest escapade: "Emilie fell off a chair in the kitchen and she didn't even cry" "Emilie ran into a wall and she didn't even cry". But despite her toughness of sorts, she's a little stuck to her Mommy: she loves to be wrapped in a blanket, held close, and tell us she's a baby. And, she's a bit of a whiner, wanting lots of attention.

After waiting and waiting, we are finally starting to hear some words from our little sweetheart. She calls her daddy, Daddu. She's starting to put two words together. "More Pees!" and stuff like that. Her favourite: "Hi!" She'll saunter into the room, set up a pose, and say "Hi". It's a slow start.


For Emilie's birthday, we had a simple celebration at home. She got my old, sparkly backpack from when I was little, plus a sparkly purse, sunglasses, and Smarties. Can you guess what she was most excited for???

 


Emilie loves, loves, loves Smarties and M&M's. "EMIMEM!!" she yells and squeals. Truly, the way to her heart.


 

Terrible twos?? The boys would tell you they're here with a vengeance. And it's kind of true. Emilie is both sweet and sour. She's got a smile to melt the hardest heart and a scream to put chills down your spine. She laughs with a hearty giggle and has melt-on-the-ground temper tantrums. She is a force to be reckoned with, no doubt about it. 

But we love her to pieces and love the little lady she is becoming! 

  

  

Uncle Teddy and Preying on Hirelings

27 June 2018

The disgusting story of Cardinal Theodore Edgar McCarrick has left many Catholics baffled, confused, outraged, and yet not surprised. That a man, ordained thrice, could be so scandalously repulsive for so long, and even be promoted through the ranks of Church hierarchy, is a reality that should have died in the winter of 2002. It lives on of course. Just look at the mess in Chile. I'll give Pope Francis the benefit of the doubt in Chile and state that he was lied to by people close to him. Either way, we are not over this train wreck. Not by a long shot.

Nevertheless, it still merits asking how McCarrick, creepily self-referenced as "Uncle Ted", was able to carry on for so long. Many have suggested that liberals didn't want to make an issue of McCarrick's homosexual escapades for fear of damage to the LGBT followers, whereas conservative Catholics feared damaging the reputation of the Church by "outing" (no pun intended) this Cardinal. And so he carried on. Don't ask. Don't tell. How American. Uncle Sam meet Uncle Ted.

I don't really believe in the oversimplification of the McCarrick explanation. That being both liberals and conservatives on the same page, seeking the supression of truth and justice, yet for different reasons. And let me be clear that though McCarrick is a liberal Cardinal, I could just as easily believe that this case could happen to a more tradition-minded churchman. No, the issue is deeper. And by that I mean worse than any simple explanation. McCarrick escaped reprimand and fraternal confrontation because our Church has become mercenary and deficient of real leaders.

Ours is a mercenary Church structure. Clergy are hirelings, meted out their due pay for services provided. It has to be. With the scarcity of true shepherds comes the necessity for hirelings. There are rules for governance, beyond Canon Law, which bishops must introduce within their diocese. Priests are paid a salary. They must work a certain amount of days, take such and such vacation time, receive set mileage rates, dutifully report their stipends on tax returns, and so on. In our diocese the rumour is the bishop is looking into mandatory hours at the church for priests. He has to. A nearby parish has a priest show up in the morning, then goes who knows where once the noon bell rings.

In some ways the mercenary/hireling structure does not go far enough. What about mandatory dress code for priests? Whereby priests dress like, well, priests? Perhaps the Canon law which strongly suggests Mass should be said everyday should just say, in a word, that Mass must be said everyday. Yet the fact that priests need to be told to say Mass daily is completely the point. We've come this far. There are faithful shepherds who would do anything for their, often ungrateful, parish. There are too many pastors who need to be told how to be a priest. Acedia? Comfort? To be commanded to say Mass everyday is like commanding a mother to cuddle her newborn child. "Do I have to?" said no mother ever.

When a Catholic hears of an important Churchmen failing scandalously in his call to holiness, the mercenary attitude is to hold rank, don't cause a fuss, and to do one's duty of position. "I will leave this Cardinal alone for he is powerful and, really, who would even listen to me? I would surely be reprimanded at some point, or removed all together." Is this true? I think, in many cases, it absolutely would be true. Why? Because our hierarchy is based on power, positioning, and employment of services. It is difficult to defy the setup because the setup is in defiance of love, with love including fraternal correction. The Church too often beats as a machine, and not a heart.

We fear a system. We fear backlash, politics, lawsuits, repercussions, and just about everything else more than the one thing we should fear: hell. It is mercenary. It is leadership of authority, which is good, but only when the authority has merited this leadership role to begin with. For instance, why is Cardinal Cupich still a high ranking Archbishop in Chicago? What on God's green earth has he done to merit such a powerful position? It baffles the mind how the system works. And because it works as such, I am not supposed to question why he is where he is. God's will. So I'll just shut up and understand my place. Just as one was not supposed to publicly ask why Uncle Teddy took seminarians to the beach house on Friday nights. Did these seminarians fear the man himself? Would not one, with complete moral justice, fight back on one of those Friday nights? "Your Eminence! Where did you get that black eye?" They feared the position of the man. Not with fear-and-trembling of the man’s consecration to God, but that the man wielded power and influence.

Rather than prolong these words, it is best to examine a solution. Clearly we cannot be rid of our current Church administrative-reliant structure. And sadly the hirelings will continue as such. But is there not a hope for real change?

So many Catholic quandaries can be alleviated if we but look to, and imitate, the lives of the saints. How does a bishop not treat his priests as employees? Has anyone ever actually read the life of St. Alphonsus Ligouri? He was not afraid to clean house. To choose between the hireling and the shepherd. Yet with the greatest of charity. There's a reason why Fr. Garrigou-Lagrange states a bishop must be in the unitive way in the spiritual life. Or the bishop St. Anthony Mary Claret? See zeal in action. He was a great administrator because he was first a great saint. An overseas trip on a boat was not a cruise, but rather an opportunity to lead his priests on a retreat. That's how you first treat, and love, your priests. They become not hirelings, but rather themselves good shepherds.

Uncle Teddy benefited from a Church structure which requires administrative savvy and not sanctity. The Church cries for saints. The Church requires saints in leadership. Not for those in the Church to be required to do what is right. But for those in the Church to be required to love doing what is right. Even to correct what is wrong. Holiness is a demand for all. But we learn from our shepherds.

"And the hireling flieth, because he is a hireling: and he hath no care for the sheep" (John 10:13).

Last Day of School

Today is the last day of school! I still have two more days afterwards where I get to flex my muscles and move desks, boxes, and chairs around, much to the disapproval of our staff union rep (putting union people out of jobs... that's what I do). But the school year is over!

It's bittersweet this year. I had a great class. Sure we had some bumps, but overall it was a tremendous year. Deo Gratias. Next year's group is apparently a nightmare to work with. And by group I mean the parents. Here's a little farewell video I made for my class. Pardon all the inside jokes:



Catch-up: May & June

26 June 2018

Oh my goodness! Blogging has been more than on the back-burner lately. "The blog is dead," Dan says. Yet, we still hang on and put out a feeble post now and again. If for nothing else than to look back some day and read about ourselves. 

Mini-Vacation
Since we were unable to take our yearly overnight trip to Saskatoon for Easter this year, Dan promised the kids another one as soon as we could. We took that trip just before Mother's Day and stayed at the Travelodge. It was a really awesome weekend: poolside rooms, Boston Pizza, trip to Lee Valley, Latin Mass. Just a delightful getaway! 


It would put a smile on your face to have heard the squeals for the slide. By some ridiculous luck, I was unable to go on the slide. Not for lack of wanting to. My worn out bathing suit just would not slide down the slide. I tried twice, with kids, and had to wiggle and push my way down the entire 150 feet of slide. Everyone at the bottom of the slide laughed. And not just my family. My new bathing suit arrived in the mail a few days after our trip, of course. So, Dan got to ride the slide a LOT. The kids lined up to be the next to go.



Joseph won a hustler award at his final hockey tournament, which included a coupon for a free personal pizza at Boston Pizza. He ate the entire thing.


The hot tub was closed on our second trip to the pool, so the kids finished off the night with a hot, deep tub bath, swim suits and all.


When we book hotels, the pool is tops on the list. Continental breakfast? Muffins and juice from home.


Latin Mass, of course. And Pope John Paul II.


Mother's Day
For Mother's Day, Dan helped the boys make me report cards. We also did something a little like this for Father's Day. The kids are really sticklers for giving out good grades. 


And Joseph's... 


Father's Day: Joseph's on the left and John Paul's report on the right...


Kid Quotes

Joseph, while watching a terrible reno show: "What do they call this show? 'Ugly House Builders'?"

John Paul: "Grandpa Millette knows NOTHING! When he says I'm 2, I'm 3. When he says I'm 3, I'm 4!"

Joseph: "Do you poop on the poop deck?"

John Paul, while eating breakfast: "We're not racing or going fast, it's just that we're trying to beat each other."

May Crowning
We did another May crowning this year. This kids love this little tradition. This year Pope Francis established the feast of Mary, Mother of the Church the day following Pentecost, so that was when we did our crowning.


Grandma Time
Rather, Great-Grandma time. We were delighted to visit a lot with Dan's grandma over her two week visit to Nipawin. Our kids just love Grandma Blerot! 


Storytime
Dan took up the chapter book reading as I finished up the school year. They read and loved Homer Price! 


Planting Grass
As you know, our rink kills our grass every year. We managed to get a bit ahead this year by planting grass early, but then waited forever for it to come up. Meanwhile, we watered and watered and... you don't want to see our water bill from May.


 

Special Guests
We had Aunty Maddy and Oliver (2) visit us for a week at the beginning of June. We took a couple outings to our museum in town, the pool, various parks, and the acreage in Nipawin. But for the most part we stayed close to home and just played in the sandbox. That's what the kids wanted. 

When Maddy and Oliver left, John Paul put himself to bed crying his eyes out. He wanted no comfort. He was so sad. Emilie, too, was heartbroken. They watched out the window and for days would "trick" each other saying they were back for another visit. 











Homeschool Notes: Year-End Review

19 June 2018

School is officially done! For the homeschooled ones in our family, anyway. I sent off our year-end review to the division last week. However, we're playing around with Bananagrams and stuff so learning is never really done.

Here's our wrap up from May/June.

Morning Basket
Poetry review. Hymn review. Catechism review. Saints stories. 

We borrowed this book from my SIL and loved the inspiring little stories. 


We've read a ton of great picture books. These wordless books by Aaron Becker are new to us and wow! they are fabulous fantasy "stories".


 


Other new favourites for us lately included some world literature and just some fun surprise stories:

   

  

I think my favourite was Boxes for Katje about a little girl in post-war Holland who receives a box of treats and everyday essentials from an American girl... and thus begins a beautiful friendship.

Language Arts
Finish Little House on the Prairie and watch the movie. Spelling. Story writing. Dictation. 

This is the most recent installment in a series of stories Joseph wrote about a frog, dog, and bird. He's learning sentence construction and we are going to go back to make some corrections on this one. (Also... he stuffed it in his school box so it looks very wrinkly... )


Spelling with Scrabble pieces. We are now using Bananagrams and Joseph loves it!


Dan read Home Price (so, so funny!) to the boys and just started The Trumpet of the Swan.

 

Math 
Addition/subtraction facts to 14. Beginning multiplication (!). Review, review.

Science
Finish Human Body study. Growing cucumber plants, planting and tending garden.

This is our small home garden the boys are caring for completely on their own. Joseph planted peas and carrots. John Paul is growing cucumbers and lettuce. (We have another huge garden in Nipawin).



Social Studies
Listening to The Story of Civilization: Ancient World. 


Joseph is reading all the Magic Treehouse books, but especially those that go along with this time period. We also found companion novels for some of the ancient Greece and Egypt books that go into more of the historical detail. Joseph spent a few days hanging out in a homemade toga, so I guess it's effective. 


We had special visitors the last week and took the opportunity to make our trip to our local museum. Unfortunately, I didn't realize all the out buildings wouldn't be unlocked until their summer student starts in July, but we looked around at what we could see. 


And that's it. Until next year.