Rich in friends (The Great East Coast Tour, part 2)

Although the object of our Great East Coast Tour was seeing my grandmother–and we were so blessed to see so many aunts, uncles, and cousins into the bargain–we are Mortensens. We couldn’t stop at visiting six households of relatives. We had to throw in another eight households of friends too! We never stayed a single night in a hotel, we were so rich in hospitable friends.

We also called the trip “The Tour of Four Godchildren.” John and I saw four of our godchildren, and three of our children saw their godparents.

We started the trip by staying with some new friends in Milwaukee, the Twettens. We had met Dave Twetten, a philosophy professor at Marquette, during the summer, but his wife had been away at the time. For this visit, Cindy Twetten had changed her travel plans in order to host us. She is a Latin teacher and a fellow student of Fr. Reginald Foster. Their kids, Notre Dame graduates, came to dinner and the conversation lasted until late in the night.

We stayed the next night with Kyle and Erin Washut in Pittsburgh. Grace Washut is our god-daughter, and Kyle and Erin are Tino’s “parents.” wpid-wp-image-1692806136jpg.jpg wpid-wp-image-1385812268jpg.jpgWe had actually seen the Washuts just recently when they stayed with us on their way to their new home in Pittsburgh. Kyle is attending Byzantine seminary and hoping to be ordained a Byzantine priest in the future. The last time we had seen them they had been on their way to a new life with only what belongings could fit in their car, along with four children. They hadn’t seen the home they were moving to. It’s beautiful! It’s a huge, gorgeously appointed rectory full of lovely antiques. We were so happy to find them so beautifully settled.

In New Jersey we snuck off to a park one evening to see the Coccias. Aileen and Mario Coccia, then with four children, became our next door neighbors in Austria in 2003. Just a few months after we moved to Wyoming, John suggested Mario for the position of admissions director at WCC. However, we had not seen them since they moved back to New Jersey in 2010. In that time Aileen has obtained a Masters in Great Books from St. John’s College, their two daughters have graduated from TAC, and Aileen single-handedly started a classical high school, Sedes Sapientiae.wpid-wp-image-1756463288jpg.jpg I knew that starting a school takes 300% of a person’s time, so I wasn’t sure we’d get to see them in the middle of a school term. But Mario, Aileen, and GianCarlo met us at a park, and after the kids had played for two hours we went for some (awesome) pizza. Many happy memories.

On the morning of Magdalena’s birthday, October 19, we left New Jersey and headed to New Hampshire where we were staying with our dear friends the Thompsons. We had seen them four years before at James and Augusta Thompson’s wedding in California. But nothing beats seeing friends in their home habitat. Ruth and Jay are our Joseph’s godparents, and Peter Thompson is our godson.wpid-wp-image-1889183337jpg.jpg We dressed them alike so that we could always spot our respective spiritual progeny.

The Thompsons were not only generous enough to host our (now much larger) family, and have a birthday party for Magdalena, but Ruth even invited over all the other dear friends I had hoped to see while in the area.

Magdalena got to meet her faithful pen-pal, Christina St. Pierre, whose birthday was the day after Magdalena’s. wpid-wp-image-1743398766jpg.jpgMags and Christina have written each other just about once a week since Christina’s older sister, Teresa (“Teaspoon”) graduated from Wyoming Catholic College.wpid-wp-image-177274085jpg.jpg

 

We didn’t see Marietta for four days as she reconnected with her very first best friend, Regina Thompson. I found myself grateful for technology for almost the first time, because it has allowed these girls to stay in touch and maintain a truly lovely friendship. Here Marietta is enjoying baked beans and brown bread–a great favorite of hers, which we couldn’t leave New England without sampling.

 

 

 

We drove out to visit the USS Constitution on a rainy Boston day. Everyone was enthralled and we were only sorry we hadn’t longer to explore.wpid-wp-image-557388230jpg.jpg wpid-wp-image-1021770938jpg.jpg

But we were on our way to an even greater appointment. We got to see Tom and Lovelace Howard.wpid-wp-image-1408632195jpg.jpg Although it had been more than 10 years since we had seen each other, Lovelace emails me faithfully after every Christmas letter and baby announcement. Another reason to be grateful for technology. I told our friends that it seemed very incongruous to meet the Howards in the food court of a mall–but it was a stroke of genius. It was a rainy day, and the food court had a small play place where the boys could romp. The girls got smoothies and the parents got to catch up.

Ruth also invited over Germaine Milligan and about 6/14 of her kids, as well as wpid-wp-image-853589249jpg.jpgClare Metilly, who brought our godson Paul to meet us. We hadn’t seen him since he was a tiny guy.

On our way out of New England, Paul and Clare Metilly invited us to brunch at their beautiful home in Massachusetts. In seventeen years, the Metilly style of gracious entertaining had hardly changed at all. There were now just so many more Metillys to enjoy it with.

The last stop on our trip was Cleveland, where we stayed with Fr. Mike and Debbie Lee and family. Another stately and spacious Byzantine rectory. More intellectual conversation with peers for Marietta and Mags. Some very memorable video games for Joseph, Thomas and Zeke. And Debbie, Fr. Michael, and John and I just talked and talked. Debbie teaches at Lyceum classical high school, which is run by our old friend Luke Macik, and which Aileen Coccia’s school is modeled after. We attended Fr. Michael’s Byzantine liturgy in the morning (Joseph’s opinion is that Byzantine is the best liturgy) and then swung by Lyceum to greet Luke and see the amazing things he’s doing. Marietta got to hug her old friend from first grade, Sasha Macik, after watching her do a Euclid prop.

Then we drove back to Wisconsin. It was great to sleep in our own beds, but what a gift to see so many dear friends after so long! We’ve enjoyed such a great life–and it just keeps going!

 

The Great East Coast Tour

October 26, 2016.

We’ve just returned from a most wonderful road trip. My father’s mother turns 99 at Christmas, and, while we realized that a road trip at that time would be difficult, our new proximity to New Jersey in Green Bay spurred a two-week trip in October. In typical Mortensen fashion, we tried to cram as many friends and family into this visit as we possibly could . . . and it was stupendous!

Aunt Suzy gave us the use of Auntie Mir’s house, which brought back so many memories. The only other time I had visited New Jersey in the autumn was October of my freshman year in college, when I took the train from South Bend and spent the week with my grandparents. I stayed with Mir-Mir at her house and we had a wonderful time. She sent me back with a huge plastic jar filled with chocolate chip cookies that she had made. I ate them on the train.

Aunt Suzy had stocked the house full of wonderful food for us. She and Uncle Joe came down for our first day. Uncle Joe enthralled the boys with his fish stories and his landscaping. After we said goodbye, Aunt Suzy came down to the beach to see us one more time.wpid-wp-image-224668447jpg.jpg wpid-wp-image-2075687522jpg.jpg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our last visit to New Jersey was in 2007, for Nana’s 90th birthday. Joseph was a baby back then. So my relatives had never met most of our children!wpid-wp-image-473185080jpg.jpg

That rock star is my 99-year-old grandmother! She’s doing wonderfully well and never stopped smiling.wpid-wp-image-173390581jpg.jpg wpid-wp-image-237850673jpg.jpg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Miriam Therese was the star of the show. Everyone celebrated her being named after such a most beloved aunt. When Aunt Pam (who we were unable to see, due to recent surgery) called to ask Aunt Patty what baby Miriam was like, Aunt Patty said, “She’s like Miriam! Feisty and independent.”
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Norah flew in with Rosario for the visit. Rosario bundled into our packed, cluttered van with a bunch of loud cousins she had not seen for half her lifetime–and she was totally unfazed.wpid-wp-image-1939204343jpg.jpg

Terry took his two kids, Will and Niamh, out of school to spend time with us. Cousins are a wonderful thing.wpid-wp-image-2125835263jpg.jpg wpid-wp-image-1270154652jpg.jpg
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We were blessed with phenomenal weather. I had not even packed swimsuits, because I had so many memories of the Jersey shore being too frigid for swimming in June. Who would have believed that the ocean would be warm enough in October? There were record-breaking highs in the 80s, which allowed us to spend two days at the beach.

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Thomas tried to understand the Trinity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

While we were in New Jersey, Magdalena turned twelve. Aunt Patty had a party for her with a delicious Boston Cream pie. wpid-wp-image-440161099jpg.jpg

On the way home we stayed at Dave and Fiona’s in Bethlehem, PA. Aislinn and Peter were there and fell into lively talk with their first-cousins-once-removed. As we were leaving I remembered that Fiona’s birthday had to be imminent (also a memory from my college freshman year trip)–and it turned out it was that very day.

We were sorry to miss Dierdre and Molly, especially since Molly stayed with us two summers in Wyoming. But since we were driving through Pittsburgh on our way home, Fiona gave us their phone numbers. They were both able to get away for lunch and we were able to see them for about  an hour. Cousins are a wonderful thing!

Although the trip as I have recounted it so far would have been more than enough wonderful for the next decade . . . it’s not all that there was to it. Along with oodles of relatives whom we hadn’t seen in four, seven, or nine years . . .  we also saw scads of old friends whom we hadn’t seen in four, eight, or eleven years. Stay tuned for the next post!

 

Our boys go to school

A few months ago, Green Bay’s bishop asked John to give a talk to a group of businessmen about classical liberal arts education. Bishop Ricken was the founder of Wyoming Catholic College when he was bishop of Cheyenne, and now as bishop of Green Bay he has just founded a classical Catholic grade school. Just to make sure that we were all saying things along the same lines, John and I went to visit the classical school.

St. John Paul II classical school had been up and running for little more than a month when we visited. But it wowed me. The first thing we noticed was that, even after being in Green Bay for only three months, we knew most of the families whose kids were at the school. We know all three teachers, and we know Miss Carol Ricken, the bishop’s sister and the school principal, very well.

The third and fourth grade are in the same classroom–about 20 students in all–and they were learning Latina Christiana, IEW, All About Spelling and Singapore Math. All the stuff I’d like my boys to have. They’re studying the Middle Ages for history this year, and they have done so many fun hands-on projects–make an illuminated manuscript, build a castle that your teacher can’t breach(!) But most beautiful of all, instead of discipline they are using the Dominican Sisters of Mary Mother of the Eucharist virtue program. (More on that later.)

Well, we asked ourselves then if we wanted to put our boys in school (the school includes pre-K, 1st-2nd, and 3rd-4th with plans to grow a grade each year). We were about to leave on the Great East Coast tour (the account of which is on its way, faithful readers!) and it didn’t seem like the right time. Maybe next year.

When we came back from the big trip, we tried a new schedule in order to get to everything we wanted in our kids’ educations. The next week we tried another schedule. They each worked for a couple of days . . . the schedules, not the boys.

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Meanwhile the classical school had parent teacher conferences and we heard from all our friends about what a moving experience it had been. Parent-teacher conferences! The conferences had nothing to do with academics and everything to do with character. Our friends said, “After eight weeks the teachers had seen right into my daughter’s virtues and vices.”
“The teacher said, ‘This is what we’re praying for for your child, and you can pray for this for him too.'”

So we called up Miss Ricken and took the boys over to spend a day. I was sure that my “Whatever it is, I’m against it” guy, Joseph Gerard, would come home griping about school because it was something new. But he hopped into the car at the end of the day and said, “School was great. Can I go here?”

The boys just finished their second week of school and they are thriving. The school is new enough and small enough that we haven’t had to worry about most of the heartaches that come with school. Because the kids are mostly homeschoolers, it’s okay for a fourth grader to play with a first grader; no one is going to make fun of Thomas for carrying a lunch bag that says “Maggie”; homeschoolers don’t form cliques and they let you like what you like.

These two weeks have been a balm on my soul. We were driven to put the boys in school by the fact that we were wearing ourselves out in the battle to do math every day, and it felt as though everything else was falling by the wayside.

Now I’m the one who helps Joseph with his homework in the evening and I feel like I’m finally getting to homeschool him. He has a TON of homework, because he has to catch up on the first quarter. (Normally the students would have about half an hour.) But he willingly works with me instead of fighting me, because we’re in this together. He’s zealous to please Mrs. Smith, so all it takes is a reminder (or twelve) and once more unto the breach he goes. He only threw himself on the floor growling once, and then he picked himself up quickly, looking a little embarrassed, and applied himself to his homework bravely.

It took some time for John to be okay with the thought of boys in school. School was such a miserable waste of time for him until his mom started homeschooling that enrolling our boys struck him as a failure. After the first week of zany driving until all hours (trying to buy uniforms and school supplies and do homework and get boys to school on time), John was freaking out and saying, “We have to simplify our lives! What can we cancel?!!”

Then they asked us to cover Joseph’s school books with brown paper and that was the last straw. John once had a job covering books with contact paper. But yesterday the stress of the last two weeks became too great for him and he swore that  never again would he cover another textbook. Good thing I was a Catholic school girl; I’ve got dozens of textbook covers in me. Bring them on.

wpid-wp-image-816494193jpg.jpgThe virtues program is amazing. Each student in Thomas’s class has a “virtue partner” to watch in order to be able to report about growth in virtues. It channels the tattling instinct into praise and encouragement, and it means that if you’re trying hard to be good you don’t have to ruin it all by bragging to get noticed.

God was looking out for us on the day the JPII school decided to focus on the Middle Ages. Joseph would suffer any amount of handwriting and Latin declensions for the joy of doing Medieval history every day. One day last week he said to me with some consternation, “Nobody in my class . . . ”

[Here it comes, I thought. Now is when I hear about how he’s made to feel left out. Or now is when I hear about the way the other kids are giving scandal to my sweet boy. I braced myself.]

” Nobody in my class . . . seems to know what a siege tower is for. I think I know the most about castles of anyone in my class.”

[WHEW!]

The next day he announced, “Mama, I think I know more about castles than my teacher. That’s because you gave me such a great education.”

Here’s to great educations!

Deer Hunter’s Widows

At the children’s consignment store, the clerk handed me this flyer and said, “Don’t forget we’re having a deer hunter’s widow’s sale November 19.”wpid-wp-image-1127788182jpg.jpg

Thinking it was a charitable event to help out some ladies who had experienced a tragedy, I asked how many widows were involved.

“No widows,” the clerk answered uncertainly. “Just toys and clothes.”

“Oh. So . . . no guns or crossbows either?”

Looking even more weirded out. “No–just toys and clothes.”

It took a man with almost two doctorates to help me understand what a Deer Hunter’s Widows’ sale is.

You see, in Wisconsin deer season runs from the Saturday before Thanksgiving to the Sunday after Thankgiving.

If you ask me, it’s a bummer of a way to ruin both the Thanksgiving holiday, and any chances of getting a deer. Who’s going to get a deer if the whole state is out for only one week?

But nobody asked me. Apparently, the women left at home console themselves with retail therapy. The odds favor the bargain hunters.

All Hallows’ Eve in Catholic Disneyland

I owe you a couple of posts about our Great East Coast Tour this October. They’re on the way!

But in the meantime, I wanted to post some photos from our Halloween/All Saints’ Weekend.

We had only returned from our travels a few days before. Friday, October 28, we hosted Teams of Our Lady at our house.

Saturday was a packed day. We started with an all-family Self-defense course taught by another Catholic family. Both parents have lots of martial arts experience, and the dad is a Sheriff’s deputy. He’s a big, football-player-shaped guy, who dazzled us all by pinning his skinny 10-year-old son to the floor . . . and showing us how the little boy could dislodge him.

From self-defense class, we drove out into the country to the property of another Catholic family we’ve met. They had invited us to go on a hay ride. The kids rode ATVs, the moms chatted, the pre-schoolers marveled at a “Hungry Hungry Hippos” game. And a great time was had by all.

Then we drove back into Green Bay . . . and John drove the girls in the opposite direction to attend a barn dance! That was October 29. Also, my dad’s birthday.

Sunday we attended an All Saints party . . . with 100 of Green Bay’s Catholic kids, dressed up as the communion of saints. wpid-wp-image-608253776jpg.jpg wpid-wp-image-281045967jpg.jpg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was quite the festival, with all kinds of activities for every age. Here’s Resi at the Joan of Arc attraction:wpid-wp-image-587626987jpg.jpg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And Paul (dressed as St. Michael) couldn’t get enough of the “Peter Says” game:

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There were Jello “candles” for the kids to carry in procession. Paul mistook them for drinks.wpid-wp-image-2079626878jpg.jpg

Mags ran the “Pin the Lily on St. Joseph” game. Tino spent most of his time in the musical chairs game. Thomas made Kateri Takewitha paper bag puppets and sacrifice beads.

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For the third or fourth time someone told us, “Welcome to Catholic Disneyland!”

We’ve found it.

 

Catholic Disneyland is Green Bay.

Halloween could hardly hold a Jello candle to that All Saints blowout. But the little boys love any reason to dress up as knights. They’ve been wearing knights costumes for five days straight.wpid-wp-image-582280403jpg.jpg

Joseph put together his own costume as one of the Black Riders from the Lord of the Rings. Mags *made* her own costume, using an actual sewing machine. She’s one of those . . . characters . . . from that one story . . .wpid-wp-image-1120780938jpg.jpg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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One neighbor brought us the most exquisitely decorated cookies.wpid-wp-image-1637335559jpg.jpg wpid-wp-image-572306931jpg.jpg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another neighbor gave us six pumpkins and the tools to carve them.

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Dona eis requiem, Domine.

 

Father Reginald and the “Cousin-Friends”

Over the weekend of October 1, we made a happy visit to St. Louis for the long-awaited ordination of John’s college roommate, Ryan Stephen Ignatius  Reginald Wolford, OP. We also stayed with my cousins Sheila and Ryan, whom we hadn’t seen in probably four years . . . and we got to meet their darling Brendan and Maggie, whom we hadn’t seen in their whole lives.

Fr. Reginald was the first of John’s college friends that I met, a day or two after our engagement. He later came to study at ITI when John was a professor . . . so, “Let this be a lesson to you, ” I would instruct our college students. “Be nice to your college roommate, because you never know when he’ll be grading your graduate school papers.”wpid-wp-image-1560462446jpg.jpg

Fr. Reginald joined us on our first visit to Prague. He came to visit us in Wyoming. He’s a whole lot of fun and we are so happy for him. At his ordination and first Mass, he seemed wonderfully calm and full of peace. After the ordination Mass there were a few hours before the festive dinner that Fr. Reginald’s parents were hosting. We later learned that Fr. Reg had spent those first few hours as a priest hearing confessions at a local parish. Wow.

The trip to St. Louis gave us the opportunity to stay with my cousin Sheila and her husband Ryan, and to meet some “cousin-friends.” Sheila was a trauma pediatrician, so I didn’t even need to scout out an ER before leaving all my children with her and Ryan.

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Out of the mouths of babes . . . John and I spent much of the weekend marveling at how much fun it is for *us* to have “cousin-friends.”

And Sheila took me back to my childhood by putting together “nests” a la Grandma Donovan, baking Aunt Mary’s pumpkin bread (which is still the best in the world) and her famous chocolate cake. The recipe for “Rocks” that was hanging on the wall of my grandparents’ kitchen all the time I was growing up, is now framed in Sheila’s kitchen. But the best part of our visit was getting to know my little cousin Sheila and her husband as grown-ups . . . and they’re just our kind of people!

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Seven nice things about Green Bay

Our summer is winding down and the school year is about to begin. I’ve been wanting to take the time to record some of the delights of a summer in Green Bay.

1. Aldi

It’s gourmet. It’s cheap. It’s German. It’s the closest grocery store to our new house.wpid-wp-image-1729383073jpg.jpg

Aldi is the same store that we used to shop at when we lived in Austria (it’s called Hofer in Austria, Aldi in Germany and Wisconsin). Back then trips to Aldi could be very penitential, especially when I was pregnant, but I couldn’t give it up because the bargains were so great. Here I find that it is cheaper than Costco. And seeing those old familiar German brands is balm to my soul.

It’s also an instrument of God’s providence for us. This summer while setting up our household, we’ve found that whenever we wish for something– a shoe bag that hangs over the back of a door, or life jackets, or a little shelf that would fit in a bathroom cabinet–God has sent it to Aldi within a week. I searched Walmart, Target, Costco, the Dollar Store and elsewhere for the kind of toilet bowl brush that I wanted to no avail. The next week was toilet bowl brush week at Aldi.

We have a picnic blanket that I bought at Aldi in Austria so many years ago. It has accompanied us on many a happy picnic or Shakespeare in the park. It bit the dust this summer, but I taped it with duct tape, because who can find a valiant picnic blanket? It’s worth is above rubies.wpid-wp-image-555086746jpg.jpg

Well, guess what. It’s picnic blanket week at Aldi. Ten years and an Atlantic Ocean later.

Don’t forget your quarter for the shopping cart!

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Every parish around here has a picnic during the summer as a fundraiser. I was intrigued to see the following type of advertisement on billboards and yard signs:

St. Mary of the Angels picnic: brats, burgers, raffle, music, booyah

Booyah? Is it the name of a local band? Does it mean “a fun time”? In other parts of the country, the word “Booyah” is the equivalent of “Ole!”. But for gringos.wpid-wp-image-510899847jpg.jpg

Well, in Green Bay, Booyah is a beef and chicken vegetable soup, brewed in enormous metal drums. That’s not garbage the man’s scooping. It’s Booyah.wpid-wp-image-1722403547jpg.jpg

You bring your plastic gallon ice cream container and you can take away a bucket of booyah for $20. The people line up for Booyah and if you don’t hurry, you won’t get any!

3. Free lunch in the park

I think Green Bay was part of a federal program to give kids nutritious lunches in the parks during the summer. Every day, Monday-Friday, a free lunch was available to anyone under the age of 18 if they simply showed up to one of 20 parks (or the library) at the right time. No paperwork, no tickets, just surprisingly tasty meals for free if you’re there at the right time. You had to eat them on site, but when the site was the park or the library it didn’t take much coaxing.

When you haven’t found the box with your dishes, or you haven’t made it grocery shopping, or your dishwasher is broken, free lunch down the block was a God-send!

4. Little bookhouse (in your soul)

We were driving to Mass on our first Sunday in Green Bay and the girls kept saying, “Free books, Mama! There’s a box that says Free Books!” wpid-wp-image-1836140405jpg.jpg

What?? It had just rained the night before. Who would leave a box of free books outside on a Sunday morning?

Then they finally showed me what they were seeing. All over the city there are little birdhouses in people’s front lawns that are filled with books, and have a label: “Leave a book, take a book.”

That’s why they don’t have any used bookstores here.

Who couldn’t love a city where they do this?

5. The Packers

I’m not a football person. But if I were to support a professional football team, you can’t do better than the Packers. 20160812_203205 20160812_220856

They’re owned by the town, not a business. John took Marietta and Joseph to a “pre-season” (don’t call it a game!) and the security in the stadium was more strict than the TSA. And it was all ordered toward ensuring a wholesome family time.

6. Catholic Culture

One reason we came here was to be back in Catholic culture, like we were in Europe.  From the teenagers walking out of Aldi with their scapulars showing, to the parish picnic yard signs that dot every neighborhood, to the outdoor Mass and Eucharistic procession at the Shrine August 15, we feel like these might be the droids we’re looking for.wpid-wp-image-240029048jpg.jpg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

7. The Shrine

Wisconsin actually has three major Marian shrines. Our Lady of Guadalupe Shrine in LaCrosse is bigger and more beautiful. Our Lady Help of Christians is very impressive and old.

But Green Bay is the only one that Mary actually visited.

On August 15 for over a century there has been a procession with the statue of Mary around the grounds of the Shrine. This year our girls were able to escort the statue. They are the ones in white.wpid-wp-image-2097096925jpg.jpg wpid-wp-image-1401538431jpg.jpg

 

 

Resi can talk

My friend Ruth once speculated that children tend to meet physical milestones and intellectual ones at the same time. Ruth was talking about how learning to read seems to go hand-in-hand with learning to swim or ride a bike. I’ve been noticing over the last two months that as soon as Resi started walking, all kinds of other breakthroughs happened too. She finally got a decent score on the GREs and attained fluency in Latin. Just kidding.wpid-wp-image-1877841905jpg.jpg

But she is

1.Sleeping in her own crib (in the closet)
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3.Using all toys appropriately, that is, she shoots toy guns, she pilots toy airplanes over her head, she makes a drilling sound with a toy drill. Never mind that she’s never seen a gun, an airplane, or a drill close up. She even cuddles with a baby doll, though she’s hardly ever seen a baby up close, other than that elusive one in the mirror.
4. She can talk.

She has said, “Detta,”(Marietta), for months, and “Mama” and “Dai-ee,” but rather indiscriminately. That’s okay. Most of our kids have considered “Mama” a verb meaning “Feed me” and “Daddy” a verb meaning “Let’s have fun”. But Resi is now branching out in her pursuits and entertainments. She might ask you to read her a bk, or invite you to lk out the window with her.wpid-wp-image-776484636jpg.jpg wpid-wp-image-1863693483jpg.jpg
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She loves to drive around on a little trck but repeatedly overestimates the height of things she can mount, getting her leg stuck on swings, tables, and chairs. You might have noticed that she eschews vowels. Well, what worked for the chosen people for thousands of years is good enough for our princess.wpid-wp-image-1542492463jpg.jpg

 

 

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A good Wisconsin girl, she subsists mainly on grated cheddar chz or ygrt. But she is also hopelessly addicted to “puffs,” a nutritionally void but tasty baby food that we had never heard of with the other kids. The princess, however, gets whatever she wants.wpid-20160624_073317.jpgwpid-wp-image-1661960853jpg.jpg

Once she started walking, we had to put her in shz, and she LOVES shz and will bring them to us, plop down on the floor and lift her dainty foot like Cinderella for assistance. We’re also surprised by how much she loves bracelets. Bracelets are an item of jewelry that the other women in the house have never worn much. So Resi has to improvise. No elastic hair band, decade rosary, teething ring or curtain ring is safe from her primping.

She responds with a vigorous “Yah!” to acceptable suggestions, but completely foolish and unthinkably ridiculous ones will meet with an indignant meow of a “Nooooooooo!” Sometimes she’ll be sitting by herself and I’ll overhear a “Nooooo!” that seems to be apropos of nothing. Just practicing.wpid-wp-image-867470618jpg.jpg

Overheard in the men’s room

wpid-wp-image-2067405366jpg.jpgWe were at a church picnic, and John took Tino to the bathroom. While John was indisposed, he heard another person come into the bathroom and Tino’s voice:
“You have a gun. I see that you have a gun.”wpid-wp-image-1336276655jpg.jpg

There was a silence.

John said, “Tino, are you still out there?”

He heard Tino’s voice again:
“Are you gonna catch bad guys, or are you a bad guy?”

John heard this response:
“Son, I’m gonna catch as many bad guys as I can.”wpid-wp-image-83318184jpg.jpg

He greeted the police officer as he and Tino departed the men’s room.