Cookies, cookies, everywhere

Our MoMo really outdid herself this time.

On Tuesday, while I was testing, MoMo helped us out by picking G-Bear up from school.

Our babysitter was a little concerned when G-Bear wasn't home for lunch 45 minutes after her class dismissal time.  After all, we only live a mile from the school.  

I had forgotten to warn our babysitter about MoMo.

To be sure, MoMo and G-Bear were foot-loose and fancy-free. They were driving around the neighborhood looking for their favorite treat spot.  

When MoMo finally dropped G-Bear back home for lunch, she left G-Bear with a giant bag of loot from the bakery.

"Just a few cookies for the Bears," said MoMo.

When I got home and examined G-Bear's haul, my jaw dropped.  

MoMo had sent G-Bear home with four types of cookies, filling two boxes,

 plus a third box filled with a half-dozen cupcakes!

MoMos do not give up sweets for Lent.

They make sure that their grandchildren don't either.

MoMo kindly called later in the evening to ask me how the test had been.

She also was kind enough to ask if the kids had come down from their cookie-induced sugar high.

T asked MoMo what prompted the massive purchase.

MoMo replied,

"Oh, well, G-Bear was standing at the glass counter admiring all the cookies for the longest time.  

When I asked her which one she wanted, she said 'MoMo, I need a minute, I am having such a hard time deciding.'  MOST kids her age would have said they wanted more than one, but not G-Bear!  She just needed another minute to decide.  She was just so sweet about it that I couldn't resist asking her which ones she liked and just getting them all."

I think G-Bear and MoMo have figured out each other.

Feel free to stop by our house for a cookie. ;)

Test Week

This week I am taking the last step of the board exam for medicine.   This Lenten season has required a lot of disciple on my part to study, as well as plenty of prayer to keep myself from worrying.  Finishing strong takes on a special meaning for me this week, as I look forward to completing the test right before  Holy Week.

We have been blessed by the support and prayers of Nana, MoMo, Papa and so many others.  Even G-Bear and E-Bear said prayers for the test last night.  When I come home exhausted at the end of each test day, I am extra thankful for T, who has been through this before me and has a hug at the ready.

Here, leprechaun, leprechaun....

I shouldn't have been so surprised last week when G-Bear came home with an assignment to make a "Leprechaun trap."  After all, our city is quite proud to celebrate Irish heritage in the days leading up to St. Patrick's day.  In spite of the fact that I have never seen a leprechaun trap, much less created one myself, I think we did a pretty good job.   E-Bear really didn't want to miss out on the craft, so he made one too.  In the end, this is what we concocted:

G-Bear's leprechaun house

Inside the tube, we glued popcorn kernels as pretend golden nuggets.  G-Bear was quite pleased.  To ensure the success of her trap, she even attached a note.  It read:

"Der LepRcon, thes es not A LepRcon trAp ths is A Hos For A Leprcon."

(Dear Leprechaun, this is not a leprechaun trap, this is a house for a leprechaun.")

When in doubt, make your prey feel at home, right?  Perhaps then he will be persuaded to stick around and play!  I liked her approach.

To my knowledge, no leprechauns were caught, hurt or maimed in this kindergarten class project.  G-Bear was a tad disappointed that she didn't catch a little green fellow, but she took solace in the golden chocolate coin that someone kindly left on her leprechaun house while her class was at library.  

When T saw G-Bear's project at the end of the week, he wondered why we didn't just print off a picture of Miami's Sun Life Stadium and send G-Bear to school in her 'Bama cheerleader outfit.  

Too bad he didn't make that suggestion earlier.

To balance out all the irreverence ;) we'll be sure to talk this weekend about St. Patrick's heroic life story and his efforts to teach others about God by using the Irish shamrocks to symbolize the trinity. 

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Too young for compassion? No way, says Aunt K!

Aunt K is an inspiration to our family for many reasons, but I think her recent Lenten efforts to encourage generosity and compassion in her young brood are worthy of special note.  You can read all the details about the Joyful Noise Family's Lent project here.  To summarize, for Lent this year the Joyful Noise Family is learning about one problem in the world every Sunday as well as one organization that is trying to help address the problem.  In addition to praying each week for people affected by the problem, the kids will get to help decide which organizations receive donations from their family at the end of Lent.

It is meaningful to me that the Joyful Noise Family is only slightly older than ours.  At this tender age, there is often a tension between protecting our children from the harms and sad realities of society and exposing them to the truth of a fallen world so that they might learn positive processing skills as well as virtues like compassion and generosity.  The encouraging part about this project is the positive effect it has had on the Joyful Noise Kids.  Thanks to their parents' planning and some careful thought over age-appropriate problems to introduce, the kids have embraced the project and are excited to help make the world a better place for others.

Thanks to Aunt K for sharing this project and the positive responses they have seen from their kids.  I am so thankful for examples like this as we strive to grow in generosity as a family.

Habemus Papam!

I hope that I am always able to remember this day with fondness.

T called me 15 minutes after the white smoke appeared to let me know that 

"Habemus Papam!"

Such sweet words during this season of Lent!

E-Bear, Buddy Bear and I were out running errands together before picking up G-Bear from school.

I was so eager to explain to them the great significance of today.

Pope Benedict was elected the same spring that I was confirmed into the Catholic Church.

We share a birthday.

He was the Pope to shepherd the Church during the first years of our marriage, our years of medical training and for the births of our first three children.  I trust his discernment and choice to step down,  yet I was still a bit sad to see him resign from his papal post.  We are so thankful and grateful to God for his leadership and example.

When we picked up G-Bear this afternoon, Pope Francis had JUST been introduced.

I gave her a big and asked her if she had heard the good news.

"Yes," she replied, "we have a new Pope."

We rushed home and watched videos together of the white smoke and Pope Francis' announcement.

The kids may not remember this day, but I am sure I will.  

May our new Pope, a man who seems to be known for his humility and compassion, inspire all of us to embrace and follow Christ with greater submission and resolution.  Pray for him that he may be an example of Christ to the world and lead the Church into greater love for God!

Grocery Bag

*Sigh.*  Nana had departed and another week is about to begin.  Time to get back into the meal planning groove!  This week is food shelf collection week at our church.   As we prepare our contribution, I am reminded to pray for families who hunger and to thank God for the blessing of having food to feed my family.  Thank you, Lord, for our daily bread.

Day One

Moroccan chicken and butternut squash soup from Cooking Light Magazine

with homemade rolls

Photo and recipe from MyRecipes.com

Day Two

Hamburger stroganoff from Cooking Light Magazine

with green salad

Photo and recipe from MyRecipes.com

Day Three

Chicken with potatoes, peas and coconut curry sauce from Fine Cooking Magazine

with basmati rice

Photo and recipe from FineCooking.com

Day Four

Tortellini with broccoli and pesto

with mixed green salad and homemade bread

Day Five

Curried lentils in tomato sauce from Everyday Food Magazine

with basmati rice and steamed peas

Photo and recipe from MarthaStewart.com

Blessings on your kitchen this week!

A Day in the Life of Buddy Bear

What could be cuter than....

a little boy who sleeps face down with us bottom in the air?

What could be sweeter than.....

a little boy who can't wait to get out of bed to greet his big brother with a morning tackle?

What could be bolder than.....

a little boy wearing his big brother's red cape and Lightning McQueen suit, racing around

the living room with arms outstretched and a "WHOOOSHHHHHH!"

or

a little boy who lays the couch pillows on the floor, 

just so that he can jump head first off the couch onto them?

What could be more humorous than....

a little boy who sits up the giant stuffed bear, gets a running start from across the room,

and tackles the bear into the floor?

What could be more contented than....

a little boy who asked to take a break in his bed

with his paci, his blankie, his monkey and his baby?  

What could be angrier than......

a little boy brought inside from playing in the backyard snow,

even if he's soaked and has been out there for over an hour?

What could be more excited than....

a little boy invited to watch Sesame Street, or Daniel Tiger, 

or Thomas the Train with his beloved siblings.

What could be calmer than....

a little boy snuggled on the bed with Mommy

reading his bedtime story.

This little boy is our Buddy Bear.  He is closing in on two years, living everyday to the fullest.  He'll keep you on your toes and love you to your knees, and he's got all of us wrapped around his precious little fingers.

Song in the Snow

This week, we weathered another winter storm.  The snow plows have only now fully cleared our neighborhood streets, but that hasn't kept us from work, school or playtime with Nana.

On Tuesday, as I walked in the snow to the library to study, I noticed something strange.  The only sound to interrupt the silent snow fall was the sound of birds singing.  We don't hear many birds during the winter (most are smart enough to fly south!) and no one could mistake the inclement weather for an early spring thaw.  Yet, here were the birds chirping in the midst of our winter storm.  Their song was startling to me in a way that it wouldn't have been if the day had been warm and sunny.  After all, one expects to hear birds chirping in the loveliness of spring.  The joyfulness of the birds' song was quite out of place in the context of the winter storm, however, which is what made it so curious, so wonderfully noticeable, so irresistible.

A light shines brightest in the darkness, doesn't it?

There are so many storms in our world today.  The storms are personal, they might be within our families, they are certainly societal and global.   In spite of these storms, God has a song of Good News for each one of us to "sing" with our lives.  His song is a message of love and peace, of truth and hope and mercy, shown perfectly to us in the life, death and resurrection of Christ.  When we live according to this message in spite of the hardships and storms of life, our lives can be just as striking to others as the birds' song was to my ears this week.  The true joy of the children of God is a stark contrast to the storminess of life.

Lord, make my life a sweet, sweet sound in Your ear.   May it ring true and joyful for my family, my friends and everyone I meet.

Happily Ever,
Queen B

Daybook for March 2013

As always, thanks to the Simple Woman's Daybook for providing the Daybook inspiration.

Outside my window...There is a full blanket of icy snow. Tonight we're bracing for another winter storm watch with more snow expected tomorrow. How different the month of March will be for us this year in Minnesota than last spring in North Carolina. If we can't enjoy the pleasantries of spring weather yet, at least we'll get to enjoy making a few more snowmen!

I am thankful...that Nana is here for a visit. A whole week with Nana stretches before us, and I couldn't be more thankful. The kids have already enjoyed a day at the museum, lunch at McDonald's and afternoon games of Sequence. Nana is like a warm blanket, someone you just can't wait to have around you.

In the kitchen...all is calm, quiet, clean and ready for a new week. Nana did the dishes tonight while T and I gave the kids their baths, and thanks to her, the kitchen is spotless. Maybe I'll mess it up again to make banana bread.....

I am wearing...my college sweatshirt, but it barely covers my belly! With only 7 weeks to go until the baby's due date, maternity clothes are key.

I am creating...this wonderful Stations of the Cross Egg project from Catholic Icing for the kids to enjoy during the last 14 days before Easter weekend. Each day leading up to Good Friday we'll open an egg and read a Station of the Cross from the St. Joseph Coloring Book.  These will be a wonderful way to introduce the Stations of the Cross!

I am going...to be studying a lot this week. I have scheduled my last medical board exam, and with Nana here, I'll take full advantage of the opportunity to study.

I am wondering...who this sweet baby is going to be.  There is a lot of activity in my belly these days, as this little one puts on a few pounds for the final stretch.  In true Happily Ever Johnson fashion, we have no gender suspicions and no names picked out, just great anticipation.  Buddy Bear already loves to give the baby hugs and kisses, and he routinely points out the "Baby" in my belly to me.  We can't wait to welcome this Little One.

I am reading...The Jesus Storybook Bible and By the Shores of Silver Lake with the kids.  This Laura Ingalls Wilder book is the fifth one we have read together, and we love them.  E-Bear pretends to build houses and ride horses like Pa, G-Bear can recount a chapter with impressive clarity, and I can't wait until bedtime to read another chapter.  We're all so impressed and inspired by the Ingalls family's daily discipline, intrepid resourcefulness and authentic cheerfulness despite the hardships of their life.  Hopefully, a little of the Ingalls family will rub off on each of us.

I am hoping...to pass this last board exam.  It would be a tremendous blessing to bring closure to this last testing step before Easter, the onslaught of April birthdays, and the baby's arrival.

I am looking forward to...MoMo and Papa's safe return from their trip with friends.  Sundays are not the same without them!  The kids can't wait to tell Papa about all the flowers blooming on our Spring Garden that he gave to us.  G-Bear wanted to show MoMo the lovely dress that she wore to church today.  Since we couldn't enjoy Sunday dinner together, we took GG and Nana to brunch instead.  We want you to have a wonderful time, MoMo and Papa, but we can't wait for you to get home!

I am learning...how to sit and study for an exam again.  Normally I sit so little during my day, and my attention is re-directed so frequently.  Attempting to sit and focus for a few hours at a time is a very foreign pursuit, and it takes quite a bit of discipline!  Thank goodness it is Lent and self-discipline is part of the seasonal focus.  I am thankful and amazed that the material returns to memory more quickly than I expected.  After all, it has been some time since I thought about coagulation pathways, and managing diuretic side-effects is no longer part of my daily routine.  Thanks be to God, He meets us in our weakness.

Around the house...the boys' train set out on the floor in the playroom, a make-shift puppet theater is in the living room, our prayer chain is getting longer, the bean basket is filling up, and new paintings hang on the kids' art wall.

I am pondering...our priests' exhortation during his message today:  "Are we like the fig tree, delayed in bearing fruit for Our Lord?  Let's not procrastinate any longer!  Carpe diem!  Let us seek the Lord now and bear fruit for Him."

A favorite quote for today... 

Buddy Bear (at the top of his lungs): "MOMMA!  MOMMA!"

Me: "Yes, Buddy Bear?"

Buddy Bear (holding his finger up to his mouth and pointing to my belly): 

"SHHHHHHHH!  Baby."

A few plans for the rest of the week:  We'll go to the grocery store to fill up bags of food for our food drive, attend our second-to-last ice skating lesson (what progress the Bears have made this season!), play with Nana, and hopefully, with a lot of encouragement from the Lord, press on in our Lenten disciplines.  The long march through March has begun.  May Jesus be our strength for the journey.

A peek into our days:

Buddy Bear's first attempt at skating was over President's Day Weekend.  We just couldn't keep him on the sidelines any longer.  He was thrilled.

Chipping Ice: The Second Week of Lent

It is ice chipping weather here in Minnesota.

If the climate of your geographic area limits your familiarity with this hallowed, late-winter Minnesota past time, what a shame.   Ice chipping is incredibly satisfying.  The snow and ice have been accumulating for months in the sub-freezing temperatures.  By late-February or early-March, when we finally get a few days of 35 degree sunshine, the slow road to thaw begins.  Thirty five degrees and sunny is just enough to melt a few snow layers during the day, which then freeze again by night, thus a layer of ice coats most driveways and sidewalks these days.  To reclaim secure footing, it's time to get out the ice chipper.  

Nothing clears ice like an ice chipper!  The thin metal blade is perfect for cracking, chipping and scrapping up the ice sheets that cover concrete walkways and driveways.  It is hard work to be sure, but it's the kind of sweat that feels good after being cooped up inside during weeks of frigid weather.  Plus, there is real satisfaction in a job well done, gazing over a pile of ice chunks to the smooth, bare, secure concrete of a cleared driveway or sidewalk.

As the second week of Lent comes to a close, I realize that I need the Lord to clear the layers of "ice" out of my life.  Like the cold world outside, I have piled up plenty of disfunction and bad habits that make me just as insensitive, harsh and hazardous to others as the ice layers that cover my front steps. Jesus Christ is the master chipper, able to get through even my toughest layers when I avail myself to His help. And, boy do I need it.