Saturday, December 18, 2010

Like I said...


Lots and lots of twirling.

It hasn't stopped since the big day. The dancing is incessant. We might have well just have performed on Broadway because they act like it. Everywhere we go, everyone we talk to, etc., etc. it is all about the Nutcracker.





Luckily, Zellie picked up on the needed moves and is now dancing quite gracefully with her sisters.

See her elegance and grace? Eyewear included



So, what fuel did I add to this fire? I took them to a real live version of the Nutcracker at the Lied Center this evening. How many three years olds do you know will sit for 2 1/2 hours motionless at a Ballet? Me. Pick me. Zellie did! Wide eyed and bushy tailed. She loved it.




She said, "The music makes me sleepy."

We went a couple years ago for the first time and would love to make this a family tradition.
John stayed back with the littlest two so I could take the big kids. Rose fell asleep at the end. It was a beautiful performance!

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Nutcracker Ballet Camp

Be Still, My heart.



Just in case you didn't notice the best detail, check their hands. They kept hugging each other all morning in anticipation. Their little world forever changed today. Ballet has been introduced on a much more personal level. They are in love. I am in love.


They will have a friend for life.

Too sweet for words.
John and I were grinning so hard that our faces hurt. I couldn't look at him because we are notorious "cryers." We cry at everything. This, though, was WAY over the top. I literally felt my heart hurt with pride and ache at wonder of their smallness and innocence. This memory will be forever frozen in my heart and head.

We've wanted to get them in ballet for a while, but the cost is so expensive. This little camp was just for the morning and a great introduction to see if they would even like it. Oh my, are we in trouble.

This broke our hearts. I was telling my mother yesterday that Zellie will probably say most of her life, "Wait for me." She is always running after them saying that. She wanted so bad to go this morning. She even convinced me she was ready with black leotard, pink pants, and her pink cowboy boots. This hurt because I had set Lillie and Rose's clothes out and she obviously noticed the colors that were needed to attend the event. They had ballet slippers so she thought pink must be the obvious choice for shoe color attire. Oh, I would have let you go, but the ages were from 5-9.


Lillie is the first one out on the right. Rose is in the second group of girls on the right also.


Lillie is the third one in from the left and Rose is in blue at the very end. She is darling at the very end.


Rose enjoyed watching the older girls perform.


Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Dominic.

Aunt Kellan teaching you to mow for the first time.

Beautiful smile.


You really are the perfect son. I won't even begin to apologize for making such a statement. I marvel at your goodness, maturity, depth, awareness, prudence, diligence, kindness, and gentleness. You are everything I dreamed about when I thought of my future children as a young, unmarried woman.

God has blessed us with you. I know that you are a gift. I know it is nothing that we have done to cultivate in you the fine traits you exhibit. I can honestly say that with a pure heart. You have always been wise beyond your years. Even as a wee youngster, you were as such.





You spend your days drawing Star Wars maps, building Lego ships, reading, doing your school work, writing in your journal, asking about "Joe,Emma, Lucy, Paul" or "Thomas or Joe Vacek." You love your Aunt Kellan. You two are one. I love watching you two together. She was only 5 when you were born so you have always been close. You love to laugh together, walk the dogs together, or go to the store and get a special treat. She reads you and you read her.

When Clairvaux was born, I felt a huge sense of awareness of how BIG you have gotten and how little time you really have left in our home. I treasure our days together. I enjoy every ounce of time spent with you because I am so aware of the passing of these days. You love to eat out, getting together with other families, baking, you can make a mean scrambled egg with bacon grease, going to the library, Barnes and Noble, and have picked up on my love of antique shops ever since we visited one and you spotted an old pistol. You were hooked.

Your sisters couldn't love you more and rightly so. You are so good to them. Your patience and constant "giving in" amazes us. I tell them that they have the best big Brother. You have a way with Clairvaux that tickles me everyday. Your names never make sense, but are funny every time. Chunky Monkey Chicken Turtle was the choice name for today. You always say, "We have the best baby in the world."


This picture was precious to me because it still "retains small childhood." You asked me to watch how high you could jump out of the swing. It was so high (smile).
Dominic Boever, you have been blessed with many wonderful men before you. In this picture is your Great-Grandfather Marv and Great-Grandmother Nina, your grandpa, and your own father. Four generations of powerful, holy men. Your great-grandfather is setting the bar so high for us all. He so beautifully cares for his wife everyday, by himself. She has Alzheimer's and is like a child. He is amazing. He is always cheerful and positive and clearly knows where he is going and loves his wife with his whole heart. His daily life is unbelievable with her and has it down to perfection. Your great-grandfather Pete Hart died a month ago and you had the opportunity to go and visit him one last time. He had a special love for you. He called you Archimedes. Your Grandpa is like a father to me. I love him and his gentleness. Wally is one of the finest men I know. He, along with your other grandparents have left an amazing legacy.



This year, you were able to participate in Heritage School. You had a great day in the old school house. You met some boys who spent the day catching a snake. You brought lunch wrapped in a rag and wore clothes that depicted the era. You participated in the Spelling Bee and recited a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson.

You are a "note leaver." I am constantly finding notes around the house from you about anything and everything. I keep all of them.
This was your Schwan's order although we don't order from them. You wanted to give it a try.


You were able to serve mass for Fr. Konrade. Such a privilege.

Your first piano recital. You played "Fur Elise."


The world is opening up to you. It is beautiful and over-whelming as a mother. I want to see everything with you, do everything with you, and see it all through your eyes and wonder. We dream many wonderful things for you. I dream for you first to always be a good boy. Always do the right thing no matter what the crowd is doing. Be a leader. Lead strongly and others will follow. You have been given many gifts and strong natural inclinations towards goodness. Guard that and stay close to the sacraments. Be like your father in all ways. He is the perfect example. Study hard for the glory of God. Use your brain to lead others to Him.
Thank you for being my son. I am privileged to know you. I love our days together and am so glad you are home. I love you, my son.

Survivor - Eye Of The Tiger

I have to blog this because I want to remember how hard I laughed with John while watching this video. Serious tears were flowing not only because of the dorkiness of the video, but the comments people left below the video on YouTube were hysterical.
*note-if you happen to read the comments posted below the actual video on YouTube, some of them are very inappropriate*


Here is a sampling of our favorites:

'4 of them are wearing leather jackets, and the other guy is wearing ... a cardigan?"


"I have a girlfriend and this is our fav song"


"They were really pumped to jam this song out. They are walking so fast. I can imagine the conversation that went down. "Hey guys, put on your tightest jeans and head for the cliche 80's music video warehouse to rock out!"

Our favorite:
"This is what me and friends look like when we go to Subway for brunch..."

I really do love funny people.

Measure-sizing

Rose asked me to get down the tape measure so she could "Measure-size" something.

After giving her the tape measure and her measuring everything in the house she says,

"Mom, I am measure-sizing the whole house."

Caseys -v- "Chesis"

Our four oldest children go to Catechesis of the Good Shepherd once a week. We were driving to mass this morning and passed a Casey's convenience store.

Rose (in the back pondering): "Are we going to "Chesis" at that building?"

*at this point, I have no idea what she is talking about*

Lillie: "That's not Catechesis that's Casey's!!"

John and I were crying with laughter at each of them thinking, pondering, and then saying. Lillie had about a ten second delay while she processed what Rose had just said.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Our Lady of Guadalupe

I have always loved Our Lady of Guadalupe. Probably because of her love of the unborn. This feast day has been dear to my heart since I was a small child. We decided to have a little get together in her honor and invite our friends over to eat Mexican food and celebrate the wonderful gift of HUMAN LIFE.
It was grand!! We have been blessed with such good friends. We are all alike in many ways and all different in many ways, BUT we have one major thing in common-LIFE and the respect of it. Our little gathering turned quickly into about 65 people over for dinner.


The cake was huge and striped green, white, and red for the Mexican Flag.

What was incredible that out of 64 people attending 44 were small children. They all played until they couldn't play anymore. Nobody got hurt and they all played so well together. We watched a brief movie after a couple hours so the adults could grab a bite to eat and visit for a little bit.

I love that our friends love life. Through all the blood, sweat, and tears THEY LOVE LIFE. I wrote to some friends earlier this week that this "sisterhood" of motherhood is what men in the military must feel like. We are fighting a war. A great spiritual war is being waged for our soul and the souls' of our children. We are fighting it together. We are covering each others backs.


Children are such a gift. They are our future. They keep the world new and hopeful. I was listening to Mother Angelica for a brief moment today and she was speaking about each of us and our very being. She said, "God had to purposefully look at you and say 'YOU will be'." Our lives are such a gift.





Dear Johnny,
You are my right hand man! You make these wonderful events possible. Thank you for all your help, cheerfulness, and fun!

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

3 year old Jonathan conducting to the 4th movement of Beethoven's 5th Sy...

Darling. Classical music. You have to watch the whole thing.


Meet Emily.