Articles from August 2009



Remedy for Morning Sickness: A Hearty Lunch


Now that I am (finally) through the first-trimester yuckiness that so many of us face – yes, I am pregnant (15 weeks) and we are very happy! – I feel that it is my duty to share a wonderful revelation that I had about 6 weeks ago. Truly, I should have figured this out about three babies ago, but perhaps by sharing I can help some of our readers who are still trudging through those difficult first few months of pregnancy!

The revelation came one hot July afternoon when I was feeling at the height of my “morning” sickness. A good friend, Mary, had invited my kids and me on a last-minute trip to story time at our local library, and although I just felt like staying home, I knew that the distraction would be good for all of us. After story time, Mary invited us over for an early lunch. Again, I hesitated, knowing that my kids were ready for naps/quiet time, but I decided to take her up on her kind offer. We arrived at Mary’s home and I played with the kids while she prepared lunch, fully expecting that we would be eating turkey sandwiches or something similar. After all, that’s what I would be serving for an impromptu lunch date! I had forgotten that Mary is a great cook, and also one of the most generous people that I know.
We sat down to lunch and Mary served me a steaming plate of chicken and rice, full of veggies and little pieces of perfectly-cooked chicken. Let me tell you, it was the most satisfying dish that I had eaten in a long time, and the rest of the day I felt great! Had I been preparing lunch for myself at home, I would have eaten something much less elaborate – I’ve always saved our leftovers from dinner for another weeknight meal – but this delicious meal was just what my pregnant body needed. Since that day, I have been consciously eating a hearty lunch, usually leftovers from the night before or something that I have prepared in advance. I have been making soups, stews, and sauces galore so that I always have something on hand, and it has made a huge difference in my ability to function for the remainder of the day! On the menu today: beef stew left over from last night’s dinner. I promise that it tastes much better than it looks in this unflattering snapshot :)
In case you’d like to taste Mary’s delicious chicken and rice dish for yourself, I’ve posted the recipe below. It was such a life-changing experience that I made myself a big batch the very next day, and I enjoyed it for the rest of the week! The only caveat: I wouldn’t suggest freezing this dish, as the consistency of the rice changes dramatically with freezing. Enjoy!
Chicken and Rice
1-1.25 pounds of chicken breasts or tenders
1/2 onion, finely chopped
1 T. worcestershire sauce
1 t. salt
Juice of 1 lime
1 t. minced garlic
Chop the chicken into bite size pieces and marinade it in the rest of the above ingredients for at least half an hour.
2 T. vegetable oil
1-2 t. paprika
1/2 onion, finely chopped
3-4 small sweet peppers, finely chopped
2 carrots, finely chopped
2 tomatoes peeled, seeded, finely chopped (I didn’t peel the tomatoes)
2 c. uncooked white rice
4 c. chicken broth
Salt and pepper
1.5 cups cooked peas (not from a can)
Over med-high heat, heat the oil and saute the chicken with all the marinade. Once cooked, take out the chicken. Add a bit more oil and the paprika so it infuses the oil (just a few seconds), then saute the onion for about 5 minutes. Next add the bell pepper, carrots, and tomatoes and saute another 5 minutes. Add the uncooked rice and chicken again and saute for another minute, drizzling with a little salt and pepper. Add the chicken broth and bring to a rapid boil for about 5-7 minutes (until the broth has been mostly absorbed), then cover and simmer on low for 30 minutes.
Stir with a fork and add the cooked peas before serving. Enjoy this flavorful and slightly sweet dish!
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Garden Advice

This summer, I have had a bounty of healthy green tomatoes which have rotted on the vine while turning red. This may be a blight, too much rain, or the fact that the fruit are low to the ground and not well staked. There are still about 20 green tomatoes left in my garden. Does anyone know if I would be better off just picking them now, while they are green? Will they ripen on the windowsill?

Do you have suggestions for next year so that this does not happen again (scrap the whole thing and buy from the farm stand is the solution I am leaning towards at this point!).
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Me Versus Bee

Once every year, my husband leaves for a week-long theology course and week of fellowship with other great Catholic men. That one week a year, and only that week, I am guaranteed some exciting new pest or rodent infestation. Two courses ago the mice moved in and set up shop for a year and a half.

This year it’s yellow jackets swarming my kitchen. Since yesterday evening, the bee body count has reached approximately 30. My husband’s leather sandal is my reliable killing instrument. I’ll let you know how high the death toll climbs before the exterminator arrives (before the end of the workday and start of the weekend, please God). So far, homespun caulking and spraying remedies have failed. I hope the Orkin Man has some extraordinary tricks up his sleeve. Thank God for professionals, seriously… I’m a do-it-yourself type, but when it comes time to raise the white flag, thank God for professionals.
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Weeds

While mowing the lawn this morning, the words from 2 Timothy rung loud and clear in my crazy brain, “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.” (2 Tim. 4:7) Rather profound for lawn mowing, eh? Profound until I tell you why I was thinking of this verse…
Weeds.
All over.
We have fought hard against them and yet they are still there!
Poor GG mowed the lawn a few weeks back and called me immediately while I was away in Ohio. “Honey, have you seen the weeds in the front yard?” I had.
“They are taking over!” Poor guy. I could see the stress lines forming on his forehead.
He has been fighting those darn weeds all spring and summer with everything from pre-emersion treatment to top down weed killer.
Yet the weeds still come and thrive and it is frustrating!!
There’s crab grass by the edges and around our lamppost. There’s Bermuda grass encroaching from the neighbor’s yard. There is a leafy variety consuming the small strip of grass by the driveway. Ugh. Weeds.
When I stop to think, though, I am struck by how true this metaphor applies to the rest of our lives. We are living the good life, taking care of our day-to-day, attempting to have a holy perspective in the midst of life’s ups and downs. And then the weeds come. They approach stealthily at first, implanting ever so delicately between the God areas of our hearts. Over time, without attention, they grow and flourish, putting down roots and becoming established in the soil of our life. They go from being immediate temptations to entrenched sinful habits. They draw the life out of all the good parts.
We might even have been actively trying to avoid the weeds, doing everything we know how to do–praying, reading the Word, attending church. We can never be too cautious. “Be self-controlled and alert. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.” 1 Peter 5:8
So today is not only a day to cut the grass, it’s also one to do some serious praying and examination of conscience. I need to ask God to reveal the weeds in my life, the fledgling ones that I cannot yet recognize. Where are they, Lord? Show me them so that I can truly build the fruitful aspects of my heart. And while I’m at, God, inspire me toward a deeper relationship with you; one that can endure the weedy seasons of life and emerge fruitful and beautiful. Equip me for the long fight, my Lord.
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St. Monica, Pray for us!


Tomorrow is the feast of St. Monica, the day before the feast of her son, St. Augustine. I have always had a special place in my heart for St. Monica, but especially recently as our son was diagnosed with a disorder and will likely have long-term behavioral issues. When I feel overwhelmed and anxious about the future it is a comfort to turn to St. Monica, who walked a hard road with trust, abandonment and patience.

How can a mother not love this saint who shed tears and implored heaven on her son’s behalf? Would that I could be as persistent and patient as St. Monica!

Charlotte of Waltzing Matilda
has a beautiful coloring image of St. Monica here.

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Kindergarten Kid

In the spirit of Mary Alice’s post on Shared Milestones, here is a milestone of our own to share:
My little boy started Kindergarten yesterday, and this morning he rode the bus to school for the first time – he’ll be taking it home as well! Where has the time gone??? I can still remember dropping him off for his first day of “school” when he was 16 months old, and calling a friend from the car afterwards sobbing. I was in grad school at the time and needed the childcare while I completed an internship, but it sure took a while to get used to the idea of spending so much time apart from Christopher! Now that he’s started Kindergarten, I realize that our family has entered a whole new reality. Gone are the days when I can take Christopher out of school for a week to go visit our family or for the day to visit the zoo, and gone are our lazy mornings of playing and taking our time before breakfast. Ironically, my early riser has taken to sleeping in, and his body has severely protested the early wake-ups these past couple of days. I predict that we will have an exhausted 5 year-old on our hands by the end of the week!

In any case, here’s to new beginnings and new experiences! May God bless all of our children who are beginning a new school year, whether they are home schooled or going to school outside of the home. And may God bless all of us mothers, that we may make the transition from summer to school mode as gracefully and with as much patience as possible!
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Shared Milestones

It was such a thrill when I met Danielle Bean last spring. After reading her first book in one session, I have been following her family for a few years on the internet. As I summoned the courage to begin to homeschool and to allow God to continue to expand my own family, her laid back style of large family Catholic motherin’ has been an inspiration, and her sense of humor has helped me to keep mine.

Along the way, our children are growing up, too. I read on her blog that she just celebrated a boy’s eighth birthday, while just today we were planning our own son’s eighth birthday celebration.
And little Rafe? I feel like I watched him learn to crawl along with my twins, but like them, he is not a baby anymore. What a riot that just as I was making this video, Danielle was doing the same.
After you watch mine, you can read about and view hers HERE.

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Shared Milestones

It was such a thrill when I met Danielle Bean last spring. After reading her first book in one session, I have been following her family for a few years on the internet. As I summoned the courage to begin to homeschool and to allow God to continue to expand my own family, her laid back style of large family Catholic motherin’ has been an inspiration, and her sense of humor has helped me to keep mine.

Along the way, our children are growing up, too. I read on her blog that she just celebrated a boy’s eighth birthday, while just today we were planning our own son’s eighth birthday celebration.
And little Rafe? I feel like I watched him learn to crawl along with my twins, but like them, he is not a baby anymore. What a riot that just as I was making this video, Danielle was doing the same.
After you watch mine, you can read about and view hers HERE.

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Controversial Readings

From the book of Ephesians (5:22-25)…

Wives should be subordinate to their husbands as to the Lord.
For the husband is head of his wife
just as Christ is head of the church,
he himself the savior of the body.
As the church is subordinate to Christ,
so wives should be subordinate to their husbands in everything.
Husbands, love your wives,
even as Christ loved the church…


It bothers me that verses as clear as this can have such a broad range of interpretation. Paul sets forth here the appropriate hierarchy that should exist within a marriage: man as spiritual head, woman as subordinate. There it is. In black and white. If more marriages were aligned in such a fashion, we wouldn’t be seeing the 50% divorce rate in this country. If more men were stepping up to the plate of “spiritual head” and loving their wives “as Christ loved the church”, women would yearn to be subordinate. We wouldn’t have confused gender roles, we’d have marital clarity and we’d all be better for it.

This doesn’t mean that as my husband’s “subordinate” I cannot be an equal contributor to our marriage; that I cannot share my thoughts, feelings, and opinions about issues arising. What it means is that he inspires me, calls me closer to Christ, and ultimately, makes godly decisions for the good of our family.

My husband is the head and I am his subordinate.
I am a woman, I have a brain, and I am ok with this.
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The Living Word

“Let us not grow tired of doing good, for in due time we shall reap our harvest,if we do not give up.” Gal. 6:9
Scripture like this has always made a great impact in my little world.
It has not been by huge thunderbolts from the heavens. Nor has it been by God directly speaking to me and striking me with blindness like He did for Saul.
When God breathed the sacred Scriptures into the hearts and minds of His writers, He left His Word to help guide and direct His faithful, His followers, even a brace-faced 14-year-old like I was at the time I first encountered this verse. I was starting my freshman year of cross country and was overwhelmed with nerves. There was a lot of hope and expectation surrounding my high school running debut. Subsequently, I was drowning amidst the pressure, particularly that which I was placing on myself.
We had run the first meet and I had buckled. What had gone so well in practice had fallen apart in the invitational. My two comrades had finished more than a minute ahead of me and I had lost all confidence in myself as a competitor. The days following the meet were dismal. I was wrought with teenage woes and poor self-esteem; it was likely a repeat performance was in the works for the following weekend.
Enter God’s Word, delivered by an unlikely messenger for a young teen: my dad. I awoke early one morning for school to the soft glow of the loft light and my dad faithfully doing his morning devotions. He mentioned he had found a great verse for meditation, particularly in the midst of my running strife–”Let us not grow tired of doing good, for in due time we shall reap our harvest, if we do not give up.” Gal. 6:9 At the time, my teenage mind interpreted the scripture to mean I needed to have hope, keep trying, and that God would determine the rest. Along with it I gleaned a sense of peace that God was with me throughout my trial and would reward me at the appropriate time. God had given me gifts and talents and I needed to nurture them and cultivate them in order to reap their fruit later on. It was just the motivation I needed.
Today I am equally as encouraged when I take time to meditate on this verse. It reminds me to press on and continue to carry my crosses. It says that I will “reap” at the proper time, but that I must also invest and work and strive to attain all that God has laid out for me in my future. It also assures that a proper harvest is necessary to achieve–I need to be willing to contribute sweat and work to the reaping. I cannot be idle, but active. I may not see immediate results, but God has promised His Glory because I am His child.
I am also reminded that the sacred Scriptures were written to guide and direct me all of my life. I need to dip into this precious wellspring so much more than I normally do. God has provided His Word for us here on earth. I am mistaken to forget it’s there. And while I hate to admit it, as a Catholic I often do. I am surrounded by scripture at Mass, while praying the Rosary, in reciting prayers throughout the day, but I often don’t reference the Bible directly. This is my own fault. The Church encourages me to do so:
And such is the force and power of the Word of God that it can serve the Church as her support and vigor and the children of the Church as strength for their faith, food for the soul, and a pure and lasting font of spiritual life” (131)
It reassures the Bible is God-inspired (106) and affirmed by the Holy Spirit (107). The Catechism also provides direction for how to best read and interpret it (110-114). I need to take on this challenge more.
I am also convicted of the need to show my children the Word more readily. Our family Bible sits prettily white and gold on our bookshelf. Along with our Catechism, it should be scuffed and ruffled and referenced on a daily basis; it should a guide in our happy times, our feuds, our children’s discipline. Perhaps a family Bible verse committed to memory is a way for us to incorporate Christ more into our daily prayers.
Is your Bible gathering dust like mine?
My goal is to crack the good Book and share its fruits here at BC more often. You can hold me to it!
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