How’s That Discernment Feel Now?

You may remember towards the end of the summer that I shared a bit about the discernment process we used to decide that perhaps we were finished actively pursuing the conception of biological children. The thing about discernment is — it’s never really over.

No. Nothing has changed. We don’t intend to actively pursue the addition to our family with biological children. But what I have found in the last few months is that I still think about this. All. The. Time. It’s not that I think about desiring children, it’s that I see my children growing up and I realize there’s going to be an end to the whole grow-up process. 

Over the last 12 years, when there’s always been a baby in the house, it’s been difficult to imagine life without a baby in the house. But here I am, sleeping all night every night. Here I am, serving meals for my family with no high chair in the kitchen. Here I am, putting my youngest child in “Time Out” — and he stays there.

And I notice things that I mark as “the last time.” I know someday in the future — probably a few months from now — I will realize we’ve stepped out of Mass with the youngest for the last time. I saw a little bouncy seat in the basement recently — it got missed whenever I passed along a bunch of baby stuff to my sister in the spring — and I realized I’ve had my last time cooing at a smiling baby in it. We took down the crib and my boys are both in “big boy” beds with the bunk beds, so I’ve had “the last time” one of my kids slept in a crib, too.

We pray a blessing before meals at our house, and I’m kind of lenient with the babies…they don’t always understand they need to wait until we’ve prayed to eat. But just a couple of weeks ago, we began praying, then Vincent tried to eat and I gently nudged his hands and showed him we were praying and he stopped, left his plate alone and folded his hands to finish the prayer with us. He doesn’t do it all the time yet, but he is waiting to eat until after the prayer more and more often. Pretty soon, he’ll be the one reminding us all that we pray before we eat.

Some mornings, I marvel at the fact that I haven’t had to bathe, dress, comb hair or brush teeth for my girls in so long that I can’t remember when I did it last. Dominic even gets himself mostly ready in the mornings, though he needs help getting his breakfast. So, I’m left with changing a diaper and dressing Vincent each morning…but even Little Mr. Independent is looking for opportunities to take those duties away from me.

Of course, Sarah’s growth as she’s progressed through middle school fascinates me, too. She is organized and takes pride in doing a good job. I love that she insists on kissing each of her younger siblings good night. Every. Night. She gets herself cleaned up and ready for bed and has all of her school stuff packed and ready at her door every night before bed. She even will sit down with me on Sunday night, pull out her planner and make sure she knows for sure which nights she has activities, how she is getting there and who is picking her up. 

Dani and Helen do their homework independently, monitor their own progress, ask questions when they need help. I am still reading with Helen — at her prompting (Dani is a “speed reader” so she never liked to be read to, so I enjoy getting back to this with Helen). They handle so much without my help. And I am happy about this — not because I am in a hurry for them to grow up — but because it means we are getting there, to that point where our kids really will become independent, contributing members of society.

Instead of focusing on the end, I see that it’s a new beginning. The window on bearing children and caring for babies and toddlers is evolving into the rearing of young people, teaching them how to behave, how to engage and discuss things with adults, helping them figure out how to communicate their opinions — or even just that they should have some opinions about things. And I realize that I’m not sad like I thought I would be. Sure…the thought of never carrying another baby in my womb is sad in the “man, I sure did love being pregnant” sort of way. But I always worried that once we discerned we would not seek pregnancy anymore that I would be resentful or overwhelmed with grief. I especially worried about that after we lost Gregory. But I’m surprised at the peace I feel. 

A big part of me is excited to see how my children are turning out. I have a lot of fun talking with Sarah. And Dani surprises me with her ideas and her imagination. Helen adores me (and I her!) and I’m starting to see that I have something very special with her that I can cherish forever. Dominic is such an inspiration on many levels. And even though Vincent is a handful, I really enjoy how much he is talking and how quickly he is catching on to being a bigger toddler.

So, I just wanted to put my thoughts out there about how I am feeling now, just three months after Craig and I discerned the childbearing phase was set to close. Because truth be told, I was scared. As I said then, this sort of stuff is not to be taken lightly and it’s not for the weak. But I’m pleased at the peace I feel with the whole thing. I’m not losing anything. Life is a progression and we’re moving on to the next step.

There is so much excitement to come. For me, I think having openness to having a large family, for a period of time, put pressure on me to think I must always be open to more, that discerning to avoid pregnancy indefinitely would be wrong on some level. But I feel comfortable now with the fact that our five children on earth (and our little Saint in Heaven) are enough. 

We are blessed.


Throwback Thursday Reruns — The Clear and The Fuzzy

Today, I’m sharing an old post. I enjoy going back to see what I was writing about almost 3 years ago. It’s interesting to see the things that were on my mind.

I hope you enjoy this entry from April 2011.

A clear memory: 

I was 9 and in 3rd grade and I went with my sister to spend a weekend with my Aunt Bea and Uncle Alex.  My older brother and my two younger siblings were going to stay with a family from our school.  Mom was making a trip to attempt reconciliation with my Dad.  The whole weekend I was busy doing crafts and playing at Aunt Bea’s house, but I was anticipating Monday.  Monday, my dad was coming back with my mom.  I just knew it.  And then we were all going to live in Rhode Island together.  The nightmare that my parents were getting a divorce was over!

A fuzzy memory:

I have no idea what, in particular, I did during those days.  I remember going to sleep every night and waking up every morning wondering if it was Monday. 

When Mom picked me and my sister up on Monday, I don’t quite remember how it went.  Mom visited with Aunt Bea for a little bit and then drove us the 60 minutes back to Topeka and dropped us off at school.  We were tardy, but I was in high spirits..

A clear memory:

No one said we were moving to Rhode Island, and that Mom and Dad had worked things out…but I believed it with my whole heart.  Why else would Mom have been gone the entire weekend?  They were looking for a house where we could all fit, checking out schools, right? 

At recess, I was sharing my joy with the two girls I talked with/hung out with at recess.  I was parlaying my big plans for our reunion as a family when one of the girls laid it to me straight.  She said, “Michelle…your parents are not getting back together and you’re not moving.  I hate to see you get your hopes up for something that’s not real.”

I cried.  I tried to argue, but couldn’t find the words.  I wanted to scream that she didn’t know what she was talking about.  But at some point it hit me that I hadn’t actually been told for sure.  I mean, my mom said something about how her visit went well with our dad, but he didn’t come home with her.  And I began to realize that without the physical presence of my dad, I couldn’t trust the words that came from my mother and I couldn’t trust my feelings. 


Looking back, of course at the age of 9, I couldn’t process what was happening.  However, in that moment, I was beginning to see the dashed hopes and dreams lying within the falsehoods of my pronouncement.  I can see now that the idea – the dream – that my parents were not getting divorced was entirely of my own making.

I died a little bit that day.  It was the beginning of my realization that Daddy wasn’t coming to get me.  And that Mom wasn’t taking me to him, either.  I remember that as the last day I ever thought or wished that my parents would get back together.  It was the beginning of what became an outlook on life that has stuck with me to this day:  “You can’t rely on any one person in this world.  Suck it up and shut up and move forward.”  Eventually, I learned that I could rely on my siblings and I could rely on God.  I don’t think I’ve ever completely believed again that I could go to my parents with a problem and get true help.

I consult my dad, sure.  We talk about things.  However, there’s a wall there that prevents his counsel from becoming something I completely turn to and rely on.  Bits and pieces of his counsel find their way into my reasoning, but many times I credit that to the fact that my father and I have a similar worldview and I’d probably go that route regardless of whether my father put words to it.

Later – when the days and weeks had passed and I got brave again and asked my mother why certain things were the way they were, I got told many times, “Your dad walked out on all of us, not just me” or “Your dad didn’t want you” and “Your dad doesn’t love us anymore.”  Only as an adult can I see the horror of those statements.  Only as a mother who would never dream of killing her children’s hearts, can I detest the hatred behind those statements and the hurt they inflicted. 

Yes, hurt motivated the statements.  I realize that.  My mother was hurting.  She was rejected.  She was desperate.  But to share that hurt with her children is something I find so difficult to comprehend.

I am blessed that the hurts my children experience are “children-type” hurts…however, it pains me to see my children hurt.  And if I am ever the one to inflict the hurt on my children (and let’s be real, I’m an adult and I’m human, so I have done it…I have hurt my children’s feelings) it absolutely breaks my heart back on myself. 


Part of what led me to counseling three years ago was an experience where I was blessed to hear what I just said from my daughter’s point of view.  And I remember thinking immediately after that…”oh my gosh, that is something my mother did to me and I was so humiliated.” 

That night I pulled my daughter into her bedroom and I hugged her and I told her that I was sorry.  I admitted my fault.  I said I was wrong.  I told her that sometimes, I need to learn to hold my tongue.  I told her that I loved her and that I would try not to talk to her like that again.

And I called to make an appointment for counselling the next day.


Faith, Morals, Sex-Ed, oh my! A post about sharing information with my Preteen

A couple of weeks ago, I posted my thoughts on Sharing Fertility Awareness with my Preteen.  I stuck to just the physical aspects of Fertility Awareness and what it means. Of course, I realize that the changes that happen to my daughter now as she is growing into an adult physically are accompanied by emotional and intellectual development that will continue over the next 10-13 years.

Over the past couple of years, my daughter and I have had discussions about sex – what it is logistically and theologically, and how it fits into God’s plan for our lives. She’s discovered that she can hear a lot of information outside of our home that is not in line with our Catholic faith. She’s a smart kid so she knows that everyone does not believe or think about these things the way we do. I want my children to be able to express themselves. They should feel comfortable enough to ask questions and get clarification on this stuff, whether it’s with me or with someone else they trust. I hope my daughter wants to get this information from me, but I’m realistic enough to know she might seek counsel elsewhere at some point.

After I posted a couple weeks ago, I thought it might be helpful to some people to write about how I share our Catholic Faith and the Church’s teaching on Marriage and Sexuality with my Preteen, too. I doubt this is groundbreaking or complete. I’m sure our conversations will mature as she continues to grow up. But I am of the opinion that if she’s ready to ask the questions, then she’s ready to hear the answers and I pray I have the right words.

Following are some things I have tried to remember as we began sharing information on sexuality in the context of our faith and morals with our Preteen:

·         Use proper names for body parts. This is something we started when my now-Preteen was 2 or 3 years old. With our children, we have always used the words “vagina” and “penis” and “ovaries” and “scrotum” and any other words to describe anything related to body parts much like we use “hand” and “arm” and “foot.”
Early on my rationale for this was that if my child were to ever be abused, there would be no question about what body part had been touched inappropriately if my child were to confidently state exactly, using anatomically correct language, where s/he was touched. Now that I have a Preteen, with whom I have had discussions about sex, I find the added bonus that there’s no confusion and there’s less embarrassment. She’s always known the names of girl and boy “parts” and so the discussion had a very “matter-of-fact” flavor to it.
·         Explain exactly how intercourse happens. I remember being so confused growing up about the actual sexual act itself. I was almost relieved when my daughter had the exact same questions I did and that she felt comfortable asking me. I used frames of reference for her. We were blessed that we’d had a son by the time this conversation took place so she had seen diaper changes for both boys and girls and it made the discussion run a little smoother.
·         Understand that the child will be uncomfortable about the idea of you and your spouse engaging in sexual intercourse. I remember when the light went off for my daughter that what we were discussing was something that had actually occurred between her parents. My daughter was very cute as she said, “Wow, you mean you did that FOUR times?!?” (We had four children at the time.) And then, when we told the kids Vincent was on the way, she pulled me aside and said, “Mom, you guys did THAT…AGAIN?!?!” I will cherish that memory because it was so darn cute!

Take that opportunity to explain to your child that getting pregnant is not a given just because a couple has sex. The world will provide plenty of misinformation for your child, so we, as parents, have to counter it early and often. Initially, it was uncomfortable helping my daughter understand that her mom and dad have sex and that it does not always result in a baby. But that led to the Fertility Awareness / NFP discussions.  

·         Explain that sex is a gift from God to married men and women. The pleasure that comes from sex is a gift. The babies that come from sex are gifts. Explain that engaging in sex outside of marriage goes against God’s plan for marriage and sex. It’s okay to use the word “sin.” I tried not to go overboard, since I don’t think a lot comes from the pre-emptive use of hellfire and brimstone to make a point. Kids want to do good naturally. They want to please their parents and, it’s been my experience, they want to please God. I try to reiterate that sin is a turning away from God, meaning we are not following God’s Plan.

When discussing the act of intercourse, my daughter mentioned “gross” and “disgusting.” This led naturally into a discussion about how it could seem that way when intercourse is taken out of the context of a marriage. Of course, I let her know that some time in the not-so-distant future, her opinions of intercourse will probably change. I hope she will remember our discussions, though, and they will remind her to consider what God’s plan for her life is so she will act accordingly.

·         Remember that your Preteen probably already knows more than you think they do. The whole reason we have discussed this at all is because my daughter asked questions. The fact that she had the questions to ask helps me understand just how far she had gotten on her own.
·         Be honest. I remember when we heard a news blurb on the radio one day that mentioned sexually active eleven year olds. My daughter’s eyes about popped out of her head and she looked at me and said, “But, I’m eleven…” This led to me asking questions of her about how she felt about learning that children her age would be having sex or whether she knew how those opportunities arose. Without getting too personal, suffice it to say, it was eye opening for her to know there were circumstances in the world that led to children her age becoming parents. But I didn’t shy away from it.

Throughout these discussions, I have had an opportunity to reiterate to my Preteen daughter:

·         That God loves her and us and that our Church has taught on these subjects in such a way to protect us and draw us closer to Him in all things
·         That her parents love each other very much and that we love her and her siblings
·         That we try our best to be honest with her and will do the same with her siblings
·         That boundaries are something set out of love for her guidance and protection

I hope my Preteen will continue to ask questions and communicate with us as she grows older. I know the questions have only just begun. There will be many more opportunities for growth in the coming years.

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7 Quick Takes – 46

Good Friday Morning!  I’m linking up with Jennifer Fulwiler today for 7 Quick Takes.
— 1 —
We are home from vacation! It was very nice to get away. I missed Vincent (not as much as he missed Daddy, apparently, but I digress…) very much and was extra excited to see his cute and sweet face when we picked him up yesterday.  Of course, I noticed almost immediately that I really need to get that boy’s hair cut.  🙂
Shaggy or no, this boy is so darn cute
— 2 —
Disney was fantabulous. The kids all had a blast. We had a couple of mealtimes with Disney friends (lunch one day with Winnie the Pooh and Friends and then we did Mickey’s Backyard BBQ, courtesy of Craig’s brother and wife). We stayed late one night in Magic Kingdom to watch the Electric Parade (we were right in front of the castle and had a great view!) and then the beautiful artistic displays on the castle and then fireworks.  It was a great time. 

When I said front row, I meant FRONT ROW! 🙂

Caught this gem of Big-sister-Little-sister moment (watching Fireworks)

So pretty!

— 3 —

We hadn’t been home 10 minutes and my doctor’s office called yesterday.  They had the final pathology report on Gregory and basically, he had an “unknown infection” that he was unable to recover from. There was nothing they could have done to detect it and there was nothing they could have done to treat it or prevent it. 

I was confused at first because they mentioned “placental abruption” but I called back to clarify and the report basically stated that usually with a death at 17-19 weeks gestation, it is due to a placental abruption, but that was not the case here. So, I guess I can put my mind at ease about the progesterone. And, I mostly had, but this just kind of sealed the deal and I’m glad. I’m not glad my baby boy got sick and died, but I’m glad there was nothing we could have done and didn’t do to prevent his death.

— 4 —
Oh and while we were on vacation, we also visited the beach. I wanted our children to see the ocean. They loved that day, I think. 🙂

Helen playing in the sand

My girls playing together 🙂

Dani and Sarah

My Dominic

The girls having fun in some small waves
The girls
— 5 —
I began working the Couch-2-5K app on my phone. I love this thing! It tells you what to do and when to do it. My kind of app. I also started using the “Just 6 Weeks” app to 100+ pushups. And yes, I do those on my hands and toes (no knees!) I have already seen quite a bit of improvement. When I did the first assessment test, I could only do TWO pushups on my hands and toes. At the next assessment test, I could do SIX!!
— 6 —

I’ve decided I have got to make myself strong physically. I used to be so strong, I ran a marathon for goodness’ sake! But since having Dominic, I never got back into the shape I was in before I got pregnant with him and I need to remedy that. And I need to do that for a few different reasons:  One, because I need to be healthier; Two, because I want to look better; Three, because I need to prove to myself that I am still a physically strong specimen of a woman — I don’t know, part of me thinks if I can get strong again that I will believe I can be strong in other ways. Of course, I know the strength comes from God, but I know He gave it to me and I’ve been letting it lie dormant for too long.

— 7—
On that note, I am planning to start CrossFit and eating on the Paleo plan (they say it works well with CrossFit). I think Craig wants to do it, too, so that will be added motivation for us to both go and get stronger. 

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend.

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When My Mind Wanders…

This random post brought to you by preggo-brain.  Sometimes when I am suffering my anxiety of an unsure world, I need to take solace in the happy things my mind can dwell on.

When my mind wanders these days…

…I’m done with pregnancy and pulling this old body back together
…I get pool time and can swim any time I want
…I can walk for miles and climb stairs for days

…I can run 13.1 in sub-2 hours
…and not only survive but KILL IT for 45 minutes of Boot Camp
When my mind wanders to places long ago forgotten…
…I’m recording “kills” and “aces” on the volleyball court

…and shooting the game winning baseline jumper

…and winning my one and only individual swimming event, 11-12 100 Yd Individual Medley

When my mind wanders into the future…

…I’m taking Sarah shopping for a Homecoming gown

…I’m attending a solo performance by my kick-ass guitar-vocalist, Dani

…I’m crying happy tears while my baby girl, Helen, receives her first Holy Communion

…watching Dominic win the State spelling bee

…peeking through my fingers to watch as Vincent takes a jump/fall on a bungee cord

…holding an asyetunknowntome child in my arms

When my mind dreams big dreams…

…one of my children enters a convent or a seminary and devotes his or her life to God

…there are graduations, and ambitions, and weddings, and grand-babies

…Craig and I come to a place so filled with love and memories, 
that even though it’s “empty”…it’s not


NFP, Marriage, Babies and Discernment Pondering

I think it’s human nature to plan what we think we want for our future.  How many times has a person said, “I hope to have three children” or perhaps, “I would love to have twins” or people share that “We really would like to have five kids” or … you get the point.  

I don’t think there is anything wrong with this on its own merit.  It is a way of expressing our heart’s desires, of communicating and connecting with others, of finding some way to have a plan in place…something we can wrap our heads around and prepare.  Often, as Catholics, we are able to turn this into a prayer.  We might pray that our desires align with God’s will somewhere down the line (how far probably depends how old we are 😉 ).  In this way, we hope that regardless of how it all turns out, our trust in God proves fruitful even if our personal desires remain unfulfilled.

Lately, I have contemplated what this means for someone who is blessed to a point which would mean that perhaps, as a couple, they might think it was time use NFP in an attempt to avoid pregnancy for an extended, indefinite amount of time.  

When I was a 28-year-old woman with a six-month old daughter learning NFP for the first time, I didn’t think about what it might be like to use NFP for 12-15 years to get through my forties.  To be honest, I think I might have made my Mother-in-Law’s eyes bug out of her head when I mentioned that six children might be the plan for us.  Truth be told, at the time of that conversation, I simply figured out that if I had kids every two years or so – as seemed to be typical based on the families we knew at the time, I’d be 40 when I had a sixth child.  

Surely, I wouldn’t even be able to get pregnant after age 40, right?  I wasn’t even contemplating the possiblity at the time.  But as I barrel down my thirties right into my forties at lightening speed, it seems, the thoughts start crossing my mind…is it even within our desires to avoid indefinitely?  Do we want to do that which is required?  Is God calling us to that path?  How do we ensure we are open to that which He asks?

I have breezed in and out of the awareness that if we are done having children (with the five we have), that I most likely have another 12-15 years of NFP ahead of me.  My mother begain peri-menopause somewhere around age 45 or 46 and was through menopause sometime around age 53 or 54.  I’m currently 37 years old (38 in November!).

Recently, it has occurred to me that it will not be easy to abstain during the fertile time each cycle for the next 12-15 years.  It has been a pattern for me that I grow weary of charting and keeping track of things around the time when “the baby” is 18 months old

One of the wonderous aspects of NFP is the fact that a couple can discern, pray, communicate and perhaps decide that being open to another baby is not really too bad and they can change course – on a whim – and make love during those days that they desire each other the most.  In the end, if God wills a child at that time, it will be accepted as the others have been accepted.  If God does not will a child at that time, so be it, focus energy on what’s in front of us.  

Life goes on – status quo.

Another wonderous aspect of NFP is the fact that a couple can discern, pray, communicate and perhaps decide that being open to another baby is what they need to avoid this cycle and they wait for the fertile days to pass and offer up any suffering from unfulfilled human desire until the day(s) they can be together with a tiny-to-non-existent chance that a baby will result.  In the end, if God wills a child at that time, it will be accepted as the others have been accepted.  If God does not will a child at that time, so be it, focus energy on what’s in front of us.  

Life goes on – status quo.

Amazing.  Either way – use NFP or don’t – life goes on.

In my amazement, I discover the realization, that in the end the number of children I am blessed with is not up to me entirely.  That’s a choice we made.  To keep God a part of the relationship.  We invited Him into our bedroom.  It keeps us grounded as we continuously respect His part in the growth of our family.

And as long as a serious reason to avoid intimacy with my husband during the fertile days does not rear its head, we have agreed – vowed, even – to accept the result of that action.  And I realize that I choose to accept a baby…and I choose to accept no baby.  Over and over each cycle, every year until the womb closes.

It’s an overwhelming thought – that maybe God might send another baby.  Overwhelming in the thought of the work, the money, the space for another child….  Those are some of the sacrifices required when God sends a baby.

And, it is also an overwhelming thought – that maybe God will not send another baby.  Overwhelming in the thought of the sadness that childbearing is over, that my womb is empty, that soon my arms will be empty as my youngest toddles off into the sunset…  Those may be the sacrifices required when God chooses not to send another baby.

And recently, I’ve determined that it is overwhelming  – maybe even daunting – to think of using NFP for 12-15 years with no “break” that includes pregnancy (and the excitement and anticipation) and joy of the birth of a new baby to break up the monotony a little bit.  

It just dawned on me that perhaps that is a bit of the sacrifice we are called to if, indeed, God does not will another child for our family.

So, to wrap up this rambling post…Everything we do involves a bit of sacrifice.  We have to figure out which sacrifices we are willing to take on for how long.  In the end, we revisit our choices to see if the sacrifices we make today are the same sacrifices we will choose to make tomorrow.  


Monday Mumbles – 27


Good Monday Morning!  Oh wait…that’s not very mumble-y of me, is it?  Oh well…I had a great weekend, so I guess I’m not in the mood to be grumble-y-mumble-y.  But I’m going to Mumble today. 

1.  I got tagged on Twitter Saturday morning to this beautiful post by Molly at Molly Makes Do.  It’s sweet and I think it has just about everyone covered.  🙂

2.  I walked the Mother’s Day 5K yesterday.  I was going to run it…that was my plan up until I got up yesterday morning and felt kind of … blah … for lack of a better term, and my back hurt a bit.  So, I walked it.  My MapMyWalk app showed 3.20 miles in 41:29.  Not too shabby for walking, I’d say.  

3.  What I got MOST out of the experience was that I need to take my girls next year.  We’ll probably have to walk, because I can’t convince Sarah to run unless she’s being chased.  But it would be a fun way to spend MOther’s Day morning with my family.  Besides, girls 12 and Under get a tiara at the finish.  If there’s one thing my girls love (especially my little Helen!) it’s a tiara.  🙂

4.  I took the kids to our local Amusement Park in the afternoon.  I was a bit nervous since I hadn’t done this before, but it worked out beautifully!  

Here are the girls waiting to ride Spinning Dragons, which is a roller coaster that spins around while you go.  It was Helen’s first “big-kid” coaster.  I was able to ride with them because we ran into a family from church/school who offered to sit with the boys, so I could.  It was so sweet of them!

5.  Then we hit Planet Snoopy, which is the little kid portion of the park.

We did the kiddie-coaster…

Another family met up with us and the mom sat with Vincent so I could ride with Dominic:

Then Dominic and the other kids rode the swings…

We found the cars next and Dominic was very serious about his race…(he cracks me up!)

There’s my blondie…in her yellow convertible.  Heaven help me when this girl gets older…

The kite-eating tree was next.  As it lifted up…Dominic started wondering if he was really up for this…he is so funny (and incidentally looks JUST like his daddy, so I got double-glee out of this ride)

As it dropped, Dominic was no longer impressed.  At. All.  Such a funny boy!

6.  Vincent was about the most awesome-est baby there!  Well, okay, actually if he saw that I was going on something with the girls or Dominic…he did kind of pitch a fit.  Eventually he fell asleep in his stroller though, so that was good.  And as long as Momma was close by…he was a real doll.  🙂

7.  Sarah rode this ride called the Thunderhawk.  She was tall enough and also met the minimum age restriction of 10 years old.  Dani was tall enough, but is not 10.  Dani was really mad that she couldn’t go on it.  I figure if they set a minimum age for a ride, there must be a reason…so I didn’t let her go with Sarah.

8.  Here is a picture of Sarah just before the ride got started:

She is second from the left and she is kind of looking like she’s not sure she really wanted to be there anymore.  LOL!  This ride lifts the carriage high up and flips it around while it’s circling around.  At one point they stop the carriage from flipping and you are basically staring straight at the ground as it lowers and then it starts flipping again.

9.  Here is Sarah AFTER Thunderhawk:

Needless to say, she survived (and so did Mama).  I must say it is a very strange feeling watching your child go on something like that.  I know I will have lots of moments like this (letting go a bit) throughout life…and I’m happy I didn’t succomb to my mother’s instinct to say, “No! you can’t go on THAT!!!”  LOL

10.  Hope you all have a great Monday!