Experiments of a 10 Month Old

Eoa10mo-DogFood&WaterQuestion: What is this pool of water that is laying here in the kitchen? Why is it beside the bowl of brown stuff? Also, what is the brown stuff? My 16-Month-Old peer “Birdie” and I investigate.

Background Research: Not much available. Mommy keeps hollering and pulling us away at crucial times, despite constructing alternating distractions. We notice big fluffy black rug with legs occasionally eating and drinking from these bowls. Obviously more experimentation is required.

Experiment 1

Hypothesis: This wet stuff is splashy.

Test: Birdie and I take turns smacking the water.

Conclusion: SPLASHY! Much wetness occurs. This appears to be a pool of water set out for our enjoyment. Also, gentle splashing sounds like tapping, which affords us more time for experimentation while Mommy thinks we are playing with my toy hammers.
Note Bene: Much wetness causes Mommy upset and makes us get new clothes. More research is needed.

Experiment 2

Hypothesis: Birdie’s already damp pants will be much fun in tiny kiddie pool.

Test:  Steal Birdie’s pants from dirty clothes bucket and dunk in water.

Conclusion: Pants are quite absorbent!  Water and splashing everywhere! Much fun!
NB: This seems to cause Mommy much consternation and hollering. Also new clothes again. More research is needed.

Experiment 3

Hypothesis: This brown stuff in the bowl is food.

Test: Eat food (must occur when Mommy is distracted) 

Conclusion: It IS food! Crunchy! And meaty. Not bad, not as good as graham crackers. Must be a source of food provided when one is hungry and Mommy is with the big kids. That’s nice of her.
NB: Mommy takes extra food out of my mouth and then gives me graham cracker. She gets the message.

Experiment 4

Hypothesis: New diaper will be fun in kiddie pool.

Test: Steal diaper from box and dunk in water.

Conclusion: FUN! Diaper gets big and heavy fast. Interesting.
NB: New clothes again.

Experiment 5

Hypothesis: Black cord chewy thing will be fun in kiddie pool.

Test: Steal black cord chewy thing from living room and dunk in kiddie pool.

Conclusion: Not as much fun as diaper or pants. Becomes wet (maybe use like a straw?).  Experiment cut short. More research is needed.
NB: Causes Mommy great hollering and frustration. Mentions Daddy and “playstation charge cord”? Puts black cord chewy thing back by the black box that goes “BEEP!” when I push it. Interesting.

Clearly more research is needed, because research is FUN! Possible new experiments may include dunking brown food, Mommy’s phone, the remote control, tissues, and other toys. I will have to be sure to let Mommy know I fervently dislike new clothes, as I will simply get wet again as experimentation continues.  Though some objects for experimentation may be hard to come by (i.e. Mommy’s phone), opportunities will arise, and I will be undaunted. After all, I’m just a baby.


And yes, folks, all of this has happened, and no, I don’t know what to do about it without starving and dehydrating our poor dog, because if he can get to it, so can Finn. And DANG is that kid fast! Lord help me! 


So Many Ideas, So Little Brain…

Good Monday morning everyone!

I started thinking about what I was going to blog today, and my brain got super excited, thought of a bunch of ideas, and then went around flipping tables and spraying silly string everywhere.

Mentally anyways.

I have SO many ideas for posts today, and it drives me crazy because I just KNOW that next week I’ll have zero, zip, nada. And you may say, “Sheri, just write these ideas down, and you’ll have them for later.” And I will agree with you, and do just that. Then I’ll go back and look at those ideas I wrote down and find that the note may be there but the inspiration will be completely gone. GONE I SAY! But perhaps I’ll just make a note of the things you can look forward to here, and the inspiration just may stay. Or I’ll write a whole heckofa lot while I’m inspired and just schedule out my posts. You won’t know any different, right? 😉

Ok, get ready for the runaway train of thought. Consider yourself warned. I have recipes to post (YES! Finally!) but really one involves refilling your foaming soap containers (SPOILER ALERT – it involves soap and water), and the other is that beet and squash recipe I promised before Thanksgiving. Though it may need some tweaking still.

I want to update you all on our healthy endeavors, which include our …adventures? and attempts to cure my husband’s colitis as well as our thus far successful use of essential oils. Very exciting. OH! And I want to tell you about how we are starting to make our own probiotic foodstuffs… but … I actually need to make that stuff first. It’s just in it’s beginning stages now, but like I said, I’m excited.

I’m hoping to start doing some link-ups with other blogs, one involving G. K. Chesterton, which also places an emphasis on short and sweet, and if anyone needs practice with the short and sweet, it’s me, amIright? And at the end of every (or every other) month, I want to tell you about the books I’ve read, which will hopefully keep me on track for reading, not to mention spice up my reading list, since I don’t want to review just non-fictions books for you. That’s booooorinnnnnng…..

So hopefully you’ll get more than just one update this week. I tell you what, you pray for me and I’ll pray for you! Deal? Deal.

Till next time… whatever next time might offer!

-Sheri 🙂


A Step Backwards (In the Right Direction)

So last week Mike and I had enough of the poor sleeping from our poor little boy. It had been like this for the past month or so now: waking up two or three times a night, at worst every two hours, nursing, refusing to nurse, bouncing around and tossing his binki everywhere (or at us laying in bed trying to ignore him), eventually ending up in bed with us, tossing, flopping, punching, and just generally keeping us awake for most of the night.

By Thursday last week I was so done. Everyone was coming down with the creeping crud (again! Still? This winter, I swear…), and exhaustion on top of that was not helping. I couldn’t blame Finn’s poor sleeping habits on learning a new skill, a bad cold, or whatever anymore. Enough was enough. He was moving out into his own room. I planned on getting an extra space heater and a fan (cheap white noise maker), and anything else I needed as I cleaned up the ‘guest’ room that’s got all his stuff, except his bed, in it.

And then I read this article that a friend (Thanks Rebecca!) had posted on Facebook. It had a lot of good research in it, including things like this quote…

Children who cosleep are generally more independent and secure, develop close and lasting bonds to their families, and report more happiness and general life satisfaction than children who sleep alone.

And then I felt guilty. See, my goal was to not even consider moving him out of our room till he was one. It just didn’t feel right. He’s just a baby. We co-slept with him using the ArmsReach co-sleeper bassinet till he grew out of it, and it was wonderful. I didn’t have to get up out of bed to soothe him, and, though the kid nursed every two to three hours for the first few months of his life (he grew like a weed, I tell ya), he barely woke up otherwise.

Then it dawned on me, especially after reading that article (seriously, click on it. Pretty good stuff). He wasn’t just going through a phase or being obnoxious at night. He missed us. My little super-extrovert wanted to make sure Mommy and Daddy were okay, and then he would be okay. That’s why he stopped fighting sleep when we gave up and let him sleep between us.

Thinking about this, and reconsidering his eviction notice, I watched him as he played and tried to yammer and gobble out sentences in his own baby-speak. Of course he needs more reassurance than ever. For the first time in his short little life, the world is his to walk around in. Things are fun and exciting, but can also be dangerous. Mommy and Daddy can leave, and he doesn’t know how long it will be till they come back. He understands a little bit of language, but he doesn’t comprehend when we explain things to him yet. But he’s trying. And it’s hard work, and it’s frustrating.

So I decided he’s allowed to want to be with us at night. Of course he would. After all, he’s just a baby! He wouldn’t understand that he’s perfectly safe in his own room. He would only understand that his mom and dad are nowhere in sight when it’s dark and he’s small and all alone.

But there was still the problem of us actually getting some sleep. So instead of kicking him out, we decided to make his crib like his cosleeper bassinet. The sliding rail side of his crib is gone, and the crib is right against our bed, with just a three inch difference in height (his mattress is a little lower).  I was worried about him crawling off our bed when he did wake up, so I lined the floor with pillows and blankets (except where the dog’s bed is. That’s fluffy enough). However, when I let him play on the bed to see what he would do, it turns out he knows how to swing his legs around and get down! *sigh* The pillows stay however. I would rather be safe than sorry.

Now remember – this happened last Thursday night, so we’ve been sleeping like this for the past four days now. And for the past four days he’s gone from waking up every two hours to waking up…


Not even kidding. Well, twice if you count the occasional morning, but by that time it could be my alarm waking him up, or if it’s late enough, he’s just ready to get up! Now he has fussed here and there with the occasional bad dream or gas or whatever, but he would lift up his head and see me so close, or I would just reach out my arm and pat him or reposition him and back to sleep we would be. I don’t even think I’ve woken up entirely. It’s fantastic. I haven’t even had to wake Mike up at all the past few nights, and that hasn’t happened since Christmas. Of course, it remains to be seen if this is a good long-term-ish solution, but I feel well rested, at that’s my only goal for the time being. He can get his own room when he’s ready.

After all, like my Grandma says, he’ll definitely be in his own room by the time he’s 15.

Did you co-sleep with your kids? Or do you think this whole thing is poppycock, and makes for mamas-boys (or girls?) overly dependent on their parents? What did you do with your kids for a good night’s sleep? 


Resolve 2014 (pt. 2)

So it’s Thursday.

Did I say I was going to post Wednesday? Sorry about that. I went into research mode again after Mike started having flare-up symptoms again.

(I had a picture of the notebook page that was filled basically with notes and nonsense from my day of colitis research, but for some reason it’s a corrupted file. Should I consider that a sign? Either way, knock it off, iPhone…)

I’ll keep you updated on that adventure, although I should probably have an introductory post about that too, huh?  Anyways, here are my resolutions for this new year (and a bit on how they’re going so far), so you can know what to expect from this blog this year (get out while you still can!)


Since I don’t have a job that actively stimulates the higher… ok, wait I shouldn’t say that. Dealing with small children of different age ranges can be very mentally challenging. Yet there’s something ‘bookish’ that’s missing there. My vocabulary suffers when I don’t do what I plan on doing this year, and that is, primarily, READ MORE! I used to chew through books like they were a Big Mac and I was a starving teenage boy. Still can, if I get the chance, but I’m not exposed to a lot of reading material anymore, being outside of the school system basically. What I’m saying is that it’s more of an effort, so I’m going to make that effort to read more. I hope to have a reading goals list, and/or a few posts on what I HAVE read, maybe with reviews.

The reading that I plan on doing will include learning more about alternative medicines, including Traditional Chinese Medicine, which is the most complicated form of alternative medicine out there right now (I’ve already wrapped my head around essential oils/aromatherapy. That’s pretty straight-forward. Look for me on Pinterest to see what I’ve found on essential oils).

Along with reading comes writing. I used to write like crazy. Obviously I’ve taken up writing here, but that’s not the same as what I used to do. I’ve written a novel, and have stories in my head that need out. More on that in a bit.



No, I don’t need to lose weight. Nursing has taken care of 90% of the baby weight for me (yay!), but what I DO need to do is tone up. Get rid of the diastasis rectii (look it up – you’ll be better off for it), and get stronger and more fit. I want to be lean and trim AND have an established exercise routine by the time I get pregnant again. The thing is, I have to get up and do it first thing in the morning, and I am SO not a morning person. Especially when the baby doesn’t sleep ‘like a baby.’ BUT I’m proud to say I’ve been doing pretty good so far! And -bonus!- Mike has started working out with me in the morning. So there’s that. Go family health!

Side note – as soon as it warms up outside, we are SO going to start taking walks in the evening again. We did that before I got pregnant (and couldn’t walk to fast due to slippery hips and carrying quite big), and I miss it.



What I plan on doing here is just a stepping stone.

Say a Divine Mercy chaplet on Friday at 3:00 PM.

Family Rosary every Sunday.

And it really doesn’t need any more explanation than that, does it? (Ok, if you think it does, let me know and I’ll explain more)



So I already mentioned the family Rosary, right? Well, since Finn has cousins and they are all old enough to play together, I’ve decided to host a family dinner every other Sunday, and start by saying a rosary all together. It’s a bit distracting having all the babies running around or trying to grab our rosaries. Nonetheless, a good time is had by all.  Yay togetherness…


And finally, the bonus resolution…


Thinking long-term for this blog has made me realize that I want a better look and feel for this blog, which means that I’m going to have to put up some money for it, which means that I’m going to need some sponsors, not to mention the ability to host my website independently.

This is where you come in. You see, if I’m going to get the blog looking nicer, that means I need sponsors, which means I’ll need more readers. And I won’t get more readers all by myself. So if you like the shenanigans going on here at Sheridanigans, and want to see it look nicer/have more posts/get more fun stuff going on here, I would be much obliged if you would share this blog on whatever social website you like. Or simple word of mouth does fine too. I’m not picky. And I won’t ask for your help very often, don’t worry.

On top of that, I’ll reward your loyalty by letting you into a part of me/my life/my brain that I’ve kept hidden and dormant in the files of my mind (and my computer) for a few years now. (Remember when I said “more on that in a bit?” That time is now.) I’m hoping to go back and heavily edit the novel that I wrote YEARS ago, and put it here in serialized posts, with the eventual goal of getting it published. And that can only happen with your permission, basically. You like it, it becomes a reality, through the magic of the internets (that is, self-hosting and probably self-publishing). See how this works?


So there’s my goals for the year, in 1000 words or less (but only slightly less). Am I crazy? Probably. Will I be eventually? Definitely. But I have something that will help me achieve all these goals, one way or another.



Resolve 2014

Good morning!

As promised, here’s the post that I INTENDED on writing last week. Well, part of it at least. This may be long enough to be a two-parter, I feel.

So every new year I try to make some resolutions to get myself back on track after the holidays, if nothing else. This year, however, is going to be some work. You see, I’ve come to realize a few things over the course of 2013.

  1. Our family health needs some major attention, the kind of attention that we can’t simply allow our doctors to breeze over. Taking matters into our own hands sortofa thing.
  2. We need some serious spiritual realignment.
  3. If any of this is going to happen, I’m going to have to be the one to enforce it.

How did I come to these realizations? Let’s go back to the list…

  1. Mike spent a week in the hospital due to his inflammatory bowel disease. Basically he crept toward death over the course of a terrible month, and neither he nor I realized how bad it was. THEN after all this, we went through a series of new doctors and new medications that also nearly killed him (or would have, had he continued with them). Basically this adventure is going to require a post unto itself, but I want you to know where I’m coming from. For my part, my pregnancy could have been healthier, and I think the illness that I came down with near the end (PUPPs), coupled with a premature membrane rupture is an indication of that. “Good enough” for us, is no longer good enough.
  2. Mike and I were very spiritual kids in high school and college, but lately we’ve been slacking off. We haven’t been to confession nearly enough, and daily prayers together have been lacking. Now that we have a family, we need to get our prayer routine down now while the baby is still a baby and it’s easier to establish.
  3. Now I know that statement in #3 above makes it sound like Mike isn’t doing anything, which isn’t at all true. He’s the captain, and I’m the first mate. But you see, the first mate is the one that makes sure everything happens to the captains expectations. We’re a very good team, driver and navigator, head and neck, tweedle dee and tweedle dum (not a good example? Whatever…), and he let’s me run the day to day of the household. As it happens, this includes our routine, and if I don’t make it (whatever “it” may be) part of the routine, it’s not going to happen. My dear husband brings home the bacon, and this takes all of his time and energy (sometimes more than he’s got to give). This makes me the family doctor, teacher, police officer, head chef and washwoman. Also known as Mom, amiright? I’m taking this role very seriously this year.

Whew! Now you see why I’ve decided to have some serious resolutions for this year. They seemed a little daunting at first, but now I’m excited, mostly because we are a few weeks in, and things are going good so far. Usually I throw a whole bunch of resolutions at the wall, and see what sticks, but this year I’ve had a more tactical approach.

Approaching this tactically, I/we have decided to divide my/the family’s goals for the year into four categories:

  1. Mind – things that involve learning, or thinking some how. It’s kind of a grey matter (see what I did there?)
  2. Soul – what’s it going to take to get my family into heaven? Baby steps here.
  3. Body – Health and fitness, and what goodness goes into it.
  4. Family – What we do together
  5. BONUS! Blog – I have plans for this website as well. Stay tuned.

Wow. I was right – this got long fast. Well, by Wednesday I should have up part two of my resolutions, where you actually get to see those resolutions. Why am I bothering putting this here? Because I hope that, in writing about these things that I’m going to do/learn/read/make, I’ll better be able to analyze them, and make it so you can learn/make/read them too!

So what are your goals for this year? Do  you make resolutions or just have a theme/word for the year? Feel free to share in the comments – I need all the help I can get!

See ya!

So Much for Today…

Today, I told myself, you HAVE to put up a blog post.

I agreed with myself and prepared accordingly. I was going to post about the New Year’s resolutions I made (yes I recognize the fact that it’s the middle of January. Shut up.). I made a list and everything.

Why didn’t I do this earlier in the week? It’s been crazy. This evening is the first evening we don’t have anything going on (meeting, Adoration, meeting…ug. Remind me to stop having people volunteer me for stuff), and during the day I was busy with chores, sicky kids, and preparing for those meetings. So TODAY was THE DAY for blogging.

And then I hit my head. Like, ohmygoshIcan’tgetup hit it. Seriously. Opened a cabinet door, stuff fell out, I got down to pick up the stuff and when I stood back up WHAM! And back down I went.

Long story short, I feel super derpy now, and it’s showing in my typing (It’s taken me a while to write this… God bless the backspace key). I don’t think I have a concussion, but I’m having short spacey episodes. I’ll keep you posted. Anyways, here I am making a post, but it’s not what I want it to be. Hopefully that means that you guys will get a couple more posts next week or over the weekend.

So yea… derp derp derp, hope you don’t hit your own heads. It’s not fun.

The end.

I’m not dead yet!

Hello everyone!

Remember me? I’m back, more or less. Sorry about the hiatus. I took a break, obviously. The holidays, spending time with family, and taking care of ourselves took precedence over the digital world. I’m sure you understand! At least, I hope you do!

But in all honesty, we were incredibly busy, between going to and hosting parties, recovering from said parties, and passing, like, four different viruses around to one another. Finn had the latest bug with a fever and all, and I think I’m getting over the same one, though I think my age has spared me the fever portion. OH, and on top of that, the poor kid got his two/three front teeth for Christmas, AND he’s trying desperately to walk, all of which is/was keeping him up at night. Yay sleep deprivation!

Anyways, I’m BACK! And when I say more or less, I want to be clear with you – Sheridanigans is probably going to turn into a weekly blog, with some bonus posts here and there. You see I have several new year’s resolutions (which usually turn into February’s Lenten re-resolutions, heh), which make me realize that, while I need to continue writing, I need to focus it a bit better. I don’t just want to pump out a bi-weekly blog with nothing really good on it. Quality over quantity if you will.

Speaking of resolutions- that will be my next post, (which I DO hope to have up this week) a list of my new years resolutions, some of which may actually have to do with this blog directly or indirectly. So stay tuned to that. Meanwhile, I’m going to go post a quick apology  and a note about some changes to my readers on my KNOW YOUR SAINTS! blog, which has also been sorely neglected.

Hope you had a great holiday and a happy new year!

Why I’ll Never Have an ‘Elf on the Shelf’ – Pt 2



Eventually, my children will outgrow the surprise of Christmas morning, and know it was mom and dad all along, but the mystery will still remain, God willing, as long as I do my part to instill the mysteries of Christ and the Church within them. When they discover the secret of Christmas morning presents, I hope they have the same reaction that G. K. Chesterton had as he explains in his short essay “The Other Stocking.”


“What has happened to me has been the very reverse of what appears to be the experience of most of my friends. Instead of dwindling to a point, Santa Claus has grown larger and larger in my mind and fills almost the whole of it. It happened in this way.

As a child, I was faced with a phenomenon requiring explanation. I hung up at the end of my bed an empty stocking, which in the morning became a full stocking. I had done nothing to produce the things that filled it. I had not even worked for them, or made them or helped to make them. I had not even been good – far from it.

And the explanation was that a certain being whom people called Santa Claus was benevolently disposed towards me. What we believed was that a certain benevolent agency did give us those toys for nothing. And, as I say, I believe it still.

I have merely extended the idea.

Then, I only wondered who put the toys in the stocking. Now I wonder who put the stocking by the bed, and the bed in the room, and the room in the house, and the house on the planet, and the great planet in the void.

Once, I only thanked God for a few dolls and crackers. Now, I thank him for stars and street faces, and wine and the great sea.

Once, I thought it delightful and astonishing to find a present so big that it only went halfway into the stocking. Now I am delighted and astonished every morning to find a present so big that it takes two stockings to hold it, and then leaves a great deal outside.

It is the large and preposterous present of my self, as to the origin of which I can offer no suggestion except that Santa Claus gave it to me in a fit of particularly good will.”


And, you see my friends; an Elf doesn’t fit into this scenario. Elves spy on you to make sure you’re being good and report back to Santa? Not necessary, as you already have a guardian angel watching over you, and saints who are praying for you. They’re not trying to catch you in the act, like this elf seems to be doing, but rather are all rooting for you to do the best you can because they want you to join them in heaven – not just to earn holiday loot, then to heck with the rest of the year.

And that’s why I’ll have wandering wise men. Wise men won’t tattle on you to Jesus, since they’re too busy seeking Him themselves. They spent their whole lives searching for the Christ child, and during Advent, when my children see these figurines mysteriously migrating, I want them to remember that, and to try and help them find their way (point them in the right direction? Pray for them? Leave them notes? Draw them maps? The possibilities are endless), and then remember that we are to do the same, and find the Christ child in our own lives.

Now, is this all set in stone? Of course not, my kid is only nine months old, and there’s only one of him so far. I don’t know what sort of questions we will encounter as he and his future siblings grow up, but this is what I aspire to.  So you see, I’m not a complete scrooge about the entirety of the Christmas celebration outside of the Mass. I still love the movie ‘Elf’ and ‘Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer’ and all those goodies (White Christmas is one of my favorites, but it doesn’t factor into the ‘Santa’ mythos!), and I’m glad I have a few years before Finn knows what’s going on enough to ask questions about how St. Nick works with elves at the north pole. We can figure that out when the time comes. In the meantime, join me in tossing those elves out into the street, and get yourselves some wise guys!

… I mean men… Wise Men…

Why I’ll Never Have an ‘Elf on the Shelf’ – Pt 1

Yes folks, look out! This one is a two-part-er!


Happy Tuesday! And guess what?! No one, NOT A SINGLE PERSON challenged me and tried to convince me to get one of those gosh darned ‘Elf on the Shelf’ creatures.

Which is fine. I didn’t expect to get much more than an eye roll or two on the subject. To each his own, right? But still. The antics those elves get into are humorous, and there is a mischievous part of me that wants to give in to the cultural phenomenon.  Who doesn’t like making kids believe in the magic of Santa?

But then I have to take a step back and remind myself of a few things, especially when I look at those wise men dotted around my house. You see, especially since the birth of my son, I’ve been trying harder to make my house into the domestic Church that it should be. I try to pay attention to the liturgical year and celebrate when and how it’s appropriate. That’s another reason I started KNOW YOUR SAINTS! – So I could pay more attention to the Catholic calendar. Why can’t I incorporate an elf into that celebration? Here’s why…


What it comes down to is St. Nicholas vs. Santa Claus


And that’s the long and short of it. When I was in middle school, I think it was, we had a parish priest from Uganda (He pronounced it ‘Ugandaar’ –to this day we love his accent) who despised the American construct of Santa Claus, and refused to call St. Nick by that name. But instead of pish-poshing the entire idea and being a scrooge about it, if you will, he instead did the loveliest thing…

During the Christmas Eve way too packed where-the-heck-did-all-these-Catholics-come-from early evening Mass, he had all of the little children come up to the alter and sit around his chair. He began by speaking to them about the Christmas story, and asking them questions to make sure they knew what the season was all about. The children, along with the rest of the congregation, were listening attentively and silently when all of a sudden a cell phone goes off LOUD. It was obnoxious and persistent. People started looking around, and Father even stopped to look over at… the deacon, who was sitting next to him, and getting his phone out of his pocket! And then HE ANSWERED IT! We were all agape, yet Father was waiting patiently. The deacon said “Yes, hold on, here he is,” and hands the phone to Father, “It’s for you!”

Well, the children were looking at each other as Father carried on a conversation with someone on this phone, when all of a sudden he announces that St. Nick is calling! And he wanted to check in with all the children at this Mass to make sure they were being good. The kids were enthralled.

I honestly can’t remember the rest of the conversation, homily, or Mass after that. It was a long time ago, give me a break. But my point here is that, though he felt that Santa Claus had no place anywhere, and was really just an absurd construct, he did more that night to reinforce the mystery of the season than any of those parents could do by themselves. This is the route that I want to take.

Because, you see I’m the kind of person who almost doesn’t want to do ‘Santa.’ Because it’s not ‘Santa,’ it’s St. Nicholas. The ‘Santa’ of our culture today barely reflects that saint, and I have a problem with that. I want my kids to know who Santa really is: a man that does, in fact, see you when you’re sleeping, but is trying to get you into heaven at the same time. A man you can ask to pray for you, just like any other saint, except that this one replies with presents on a regular yearly basis. I should never have to prove ‘Santa’ is real, because St. Nick is, along with St. Lucy, St. Ambrose, St. Clement, St. Augustine, St. Elizabeth, St. Anthony, St. Francis, St. Theresa, St. Agnes, etc etc etc…


To be continued on Thursday!

My Nativity Set: The Wise Men (NOT SHELF ELVES!)

Good Morning! Only three (four if you count today) days till Gaudete Sunday! (Holy Guacamole… raise your hand if you’re not ready!)

On Tuesday you saw my Nativity set, sans Wise men. Well, that’s because it’s not the Epiphany yet! Those Wise Guys are still on their way. In my house, they haven’t even met up with each other yet. I have one in the living room, one in the kitchen, and one in the playroom. But they haven’t stayed there that whole time. No, they’ve been migrating, in my attempt to be reminiscent of the actual journey of the maji. Other people in their house may have a wandering elf, I have migrating maji.

By the way. I hate the elves on the shelves. Well, hate may be a strong word. But kinda not. I guess it depends on the day and my mood. Why? You ask? They’re adorable, and inspire children’s imagination, and blahblahblah? Nope. I really have an issue with them. But I’ll explain that next Tuesday. Just hold your horses. Or camels. Because today is about those camels… and the men who ride them.

Or kneel beside them.
Or kneel beside them.

Ok, so the camel is a little disproportionate to Caspar there (I’ve decided that this one is Caspar. If you know better which one should be which, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!). And I know, I know, I need to take some photography classes. I’m working on it. But you know what’s fun about him, and his other three compatriots? He’s holding one of the three gifts of the magi, FOR REAL. This set came with real gold, frankincense and myrrh.

The puffy stuff makes it look like he's ascending into heaven... via my refrigerator, no? :)
The puffy stuff makes it look like he’s ascending into heaven… via my refrigerator, no? 🙂

Yeah, this guy, Melchior, is the one holding real gold (encased in a little vial that doesn’t leave the chest there), and the other two have empty boxes that you can put the frankincense and myrrh in. The set came with two bags (maybe a 1/2 ounce) of each, and suggests that you burn a piece to make the scent fill the room. I may do that when Finn is older, on Christmas or the Epiphany or something. For now, I simply showed the kids I nanny the pieces and had them smell each one. They said it reminded them of Church! Good job, kids!

So majestic...
So majestic…

Balthazar is hanging out in the playroom. Check out the look the camel is giving us. It’s like he knows something we don’t… Anyways, I’ve been trying to move the magi here and there every so often when the kids aren’t here (or aren’t looking… or it’s naptime), and they love it. Every day they look for them to see if they’ve moved. And if I’ve forgotten “Well, kids, they’ve got to rest SOMEtime! It’s a long journey to Bethlehemonmytable.” And best of all, they don’t get into any mischief! They don’t have the time for it! They have to find baby Jesus!

Just don’t tell them I hid Him in the napkin drawer, mmmkay?

*By the way, you have till Tuesday to convince me that the Elf on the Shelf is a good idea. My rant begins then!*

Thanks for stopping by! And have a great weekend, and happy Gaudete Sunday!