When letting go broke my heart wide open.



I didn’t expect this major life lesson this week.

I thought we had the week covered: we had a weekend to ourselves and spending it together: our most valued commodity: time as a family. Homeschooling. Work week would commence shortly.

And then I got a call from my husband as he was taking care of some business from his Air Force desk with our eldest in tow. {I only presume he actually has an Air Force desk btw, I mean, stripes Must allow for an actual desk, right?}  The phone call was not- “hey- can you look up so and so dates for me? like I expected. It was a, “Hey! There’s a guy here who needs to sell his dog! Guess what? It’s the dog- puppy- you want, honey! Do we get him?!?!?!” phone call.

Gulp. Questions question questions from wife.

This is me thinking to the Jeapardy! tune…. Think hard Falls, think hard.

So we got said adorable German Shepherd ball of cute and ball of energy pup delivered to our door. Little did we know that waiting inside was a very frightened – unbeknownst to even herself- 3 year old. She really – thought- she wanted a puppy and had turned the “I’m afraid of doggies” corner. No. She had not. And then our little guy took cues from big sis and it was kinda mayhem in our house.  We made All of the classic mistakes introducing this pup to our kiddos. All of them. In hindsight- 24 hours later, had we known they would be so afraid we would not have gotten this dog. But- I learned a very very valuable lesson out of having this sweet guy in our life for a day. That no matter what, even if it is the dog of my dreams that I never ever thought was within the realm of reality for us, that our kids come first. They need to know that. The one caveat – that they do not come before our marriage.

So I woke up in the middle of the night and found some amazing puppy training resources for him and thought and thought until I was 4 am hungry and could finally rest after reading enough and downing a yogurt. Phew. Back to sleep so that I could poooosibly deal with the morning that was sure to arrive all too soon.

This morning arrived with husband waking to get pup out and us fighting over logistics and daughter and little guy seriously screaming at the top of their lungs from atop the kitchen table because pup was looking in their general direction. Le sigh. Poor pup. He seemed so eager to please and there was just no having it from the two littles. None. And a broken hearted mama and dada. So daddy had to make the hard call and try to get the previous owners to take him back. Uhhhh- no go. They were like- peace out suckahs. And did I ever feel suckered- even tho we weren’t. And did I ever feel like a jerk. Even tho we really wanted to keep him. It turns out you can’t force a child to change his fear into non fear because of your desire for it. It also turns out that we – Jeff and I had to put on the parent role and take care of our kids. Suffer for them. Love them thru our suffering. Lift up our suffering to the cross and ask Jesus to take it for us. And to carry our own crosses. I mine and Jeff his. I had to be nicer and stop snapping at him. This was not his fault. I had to lift up my sadness and ask Jesus to take it for His holy purposes and especially for our daughter that she might come thru this with love and patience and a desire to do God’s will in her life.

It turns out that lifting up your children is the hardest thing. Abraham did it, didn’t he? But wow, me? I often hide them under the bushel. I can lift up anything, I find- except for them. I am too afraid to let God into that place where I think I have it all covered and under control. How can He help, I think underneath it all? Why would God actually care to carry MY children when I’m supposed to be doing it? — It turns out that I don’t. I don’t have it all- not by a long shot. But also- and more importantly – that I am better when I realize that I don’t need to have it all covered or controlled. Our priest asked recently what it is that we keep to ourselves and don’t let God into our lives with. This is mine. My kids. I think I do. I tell myself I do. But I don’t. I’m selfish and want to do it all myself. I think I’m supposed to -and that if I don’t do it all I’m an abject failure.

I am not a failure. You- if you are reading this- somewhere relating- are Not a failure. But I have to let God into those places that I keep to myself. Those moments I deem too precious for anyone but me. I would do well to let my husband into those moments, too. And not play the martyr SAHM when he comes home from work. I succeed sometimes, but I could definitely do better.

So I found that we could get the pup re-homed to a good home and the seller is giving us and incredibly generous “credit” for when we are ready and have the right breed in mind for us all- and approved by kiddos.

I also found Christ in this little animal. In his eyes and his pawing at me and in my kids’ pleas to get him away and in my yearning for him to stay with us and in my husband’s easy smile with him and in letting him go to a new home. I cried some serious tears like I haven’t cried in a while for the loss of something or someone. I cried for wanting to be a better Christian and better wife and better mother and better me and for letting it be in God’s hands for once.  Last night before the dog came as I was preparing the house a little, I prayed that this dog would teach me about love and about kindness to grow spiritually. Our son named him Patrick because it was St. Paddy’s day yesterday. Sometimes God answers your prayers in such unexpected ways, doesn’t He? Unexpected indeed.

This song played as we were driving home tonight and helped me remember that it’s okay to feel. God gave us feelings. And to trust in the Lord.


St. Patrick, pray for us.



So my daughter wants a Wonder Woman costume.


Now, if we could juuuust give you a Complete outfit that would be great.



Something more like this. Yes, let’s try this. Modest, cute and still tough.

in fact, you know who’s costume I like?


“WordGirl title card” by Source. Licensed under Fair use via Wikipedia – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:WordGirl_title_card.jpg#/media/File:WordGirl_title_card.jpg


Why are little girls dressing so immodestly? Well, my actual answer is the birth control pill and abortion, but that is another post.

I was with my kids at their dentist last month waiting next to the door, it was about 30 degrees outside at best. A little girl about 7years old, came in with her Mom and brother, the girl was dressed in sandals a t-shirt and a mini-skirt. I kid you not. We are in Colorado, mountainous Colorado. Not Florida or California. My heart just broke. I saw myself so long ago in this child and just wanted to tell her and her Mom that there is so so much more. That God has given us so very much more. And that we won’t get what we really desire by dressing and living this way; to be in union with God the Father but only help Satan in his quest for evil and hatred among us and within ourselves. All I could think was that this little girl is probably learning like many of us have, that you have to get by on looks. Period.

This Christmas, one of the  books my 5yo son got was a Batman book.  Cool, Batman is a good guy I thought. I Like Batman. He stands for good overcoming evil. Then somewhere around page 4 I see Wonder Woman’s boobs and butt as the Main focus of the page. My kids just don’t see women drawn like that , much less in movies or on Veggie Tales. Gah! What the HECK is a Mom supposed to do!?

Let’s get one thing straight. I’m not ashamed of women or of our bodies. I believe that God gave us beauty in many different forms, not the least of which being to catch the eye of men. God made men the visual beings they are and he made women, well, totally awesome.  But I am Sick, And Tired of Superhero women drawn like sluts. Yes, dressing like a prostitute or a scantily clad rock star is Not going to get us anywhere, nor will it help our little girls find self respect before ruining it. Nor will it help our boys find respect for girls.  Dressing ourselves and our little girls like Beyonce – or – like all we think men want is for us to strip-  is insipid, playing into the enemy’s hand, stupid , banal and just rude. I’m pretty sure superheroes don’t think “Wow, I’m gonna need less clothes so that I can fight. No Way can I do those crazy Trinity Matrix round-house-jump-off-the-wall kicks to the throat with these clothes- on my body! ”  Face. Palm.

So I told my kids while reading the Batman book that Wonder Woman needs more clothes. They agreed.

Today, my sweet little 3 year old who Loves Princess Leia and Hello Kitty told me that she wants to dress up like Wonder Woman. – I was prepared for this after losing a Lot of sleep Christmas night over slutty  female superhero stereotypes. But I’m none too happy that at 3 she needs to have the modesty discussion. We have always instilled that “your body is your body” with our kids. An important stepping stone in the self-respect arena.  And it truly is never too early to instill self respect and modesty as a virtue. So I told her that I would love to have her help me design a better Wonder Woman outfit. Maybe a pretty dress or something that would help Wonder Woman be more respectful And powerful at the same time. She agreed so tomorrow we’ll be at the drawing board. For now I picked up some simple ideas from the pinlandia you can look at here if you want your daughter in modest costuming too.

– Happy parenting and Merry Christmas Amigos!


Potty Training Escapades {cut to} Part IV;and a birthday wish

So, we’re trying to potty train the middle child. And oh my goodness is she living up to her #spicyprincess name!

Part1: pottying on the floor. In brother’s room. Kinda pretty much on purpose.

I was mad, and this was just after I had cleaned all the barf off of said carpet. Oh well. The adventures. Thank goodness my husband reminded me that it’s all just part of it.

Part 2: poopies on the upstairs carpet. That wasn’t much fun. Kinda funny at 9am, but you know, GET IT CLEAN! Because baby.

Part 3: This one is the best. We were coming home from a looooong drive to meet up with a friend passing thru Colorado at Mother Cabrini Shrine {none other than Mrs. Jiza Zito!!!}And I wish I had a picture of my face: “Is this really happening!?, Did that just happen, to us, from her, HERE!?”   Middle child dropped a giant poo out of her shorts onto the floor at Chipotle.  ONTO THE FLOOR AT CHIPOTLE. It was busy, but I honestly don’t think anyone but maaaaybe another mom saw it and me get the poo up with copious napkins and children into the bathroom.  Thank almighty God the bathroom was open at the time. There was a lady sitting like 1.5 feet from it and didn’t turn around AT ALL.  So, do I get some kind of award for that? I hope it took major major points off of purgatory for me and Every parent who had that happen.  Wow. I’m kinda still reeling from that after almost a week.

Part 4 happened last night and I gotta make it quick cuz we’re off for a birthday lunch for this cute 5 year old Blaise with Daddy.:  Middle child pooped in the bathtub, with her brother in there with her.  Oh Lord have mercy on our parenting souls.  We just reminded her that she can tell us any ol time that she needs to go, even if it’s during bathtime.

So, escapades continue.  Wish us luck friends.

And a very very very happy 5th birthday to our beloved and amazing boy Blaise!


Yours, Victoria.

7qt: Bienvenidos Mateo Kolbe!

~ 7qt: Bienvenidos al mundo Mateo Kolbe ~

I want and need this to be short and sweet, so here come the photos y’all, hope you enjoy.

Sleepy, happy us the next day.  Little man is a total sleeper.  And Giant.  He came into this side of the world at 10 lbs. 8 ozs!  I just couldn't even believe it.  Neither could Anyone else.  He looks like a 1 month old at birth.  Welcome to the family Mateo Kolbe!

1. Sleepy, happy us the next day. Little man is a total sleeper. And Giant. He came into this side of the world at 10 lbs. 8 ozs! I just couldn’t even believe it. Neither could Anyone else. He looks like a 1 month old at birth. Welcome to the family Mateo Kolbe!

He’s here! He’s here!  40 weeks and 3 days.  He came in like thunder 12 days ago, Sunday morning as my husband was on his Air Force Reserve drill weekend, me and the kiddos were nestled at my mom’s; close to the hospital where I was going to have the baby.  Husband made it to triage and I was already 5 minutes apart and at about a 5.  So I had hope that this was the day.  October 5th, 2014, we were about to have our 3rd child.

A super happy little Clare with her Daddy and baby brother.  She just couldn't get enough of him.

2. A super happy little Clare with her Daddy and baby brother. She just couldn’t get enough of him.

The novena to Our Lady Undoer of Knots was happening during his birth, so boy oh boy did I as Mama Mary for her help.  I brought this image to my delivery room.  Thanks be to God for Nuestra Madre.  She is my help.

3. The novena to Our Lady Undoer of Knots was happening during his birth, so boy oh boy did I as Mama Mary for her help. I brought this image to my delivery room. Thanks be to God for Nuestra Madre. She is my help.

Oh my goodness with all the huge cute.  Babymoon is the best.  Somehow this little man has changed me.   I feel like our family is fulfilled and that God has truly answered our prayers.  We are so blessed that he is here.  Miracle of miracles.

4. Oh my goodness with all the huge cute. Babymoon is the best. Somehow this little man has changed me. I feel like our family is fulfilled and that God has truly answered our prayers. We are so blessed that he is here. Miracle of miracles.

Meanwhile back at the ranch:  big man B is really getting the hang of this building thing.  He amazes.

5 . Meanwhile back at the ranch: big man B is really getting the hang of this building thing. He amazes.

And this girl.  She's always the life of the party.  Especially in her ninja edition clothie.

5.5 And this girl. She’s always the life of the party. Especially in her ninja edition clothie.

Some pre- baby cute I just could not leave out of this post.  I just love this little girl stage.  Love.

6. Some pre- baby cute I just could not leave out of this post. I just love this little girl stage. Love.

Thank you little man, for changing my life.  For changing our family, for giving us more to love, more to know, better ways to grow and be.  I hope you know someday how very loved you are and will always be.  Love, Mama.

7. Thank you little man, for changing my life. For changing our family, for giving us more to love, more to know, better ways to grow and be. I hope you know someday how very loved you are and will always be. Love, Mama.

Thanks for stopping by! (utterly shocked I was able to get this up btw.)

& Be sure to get over to Jen’s for more of the 7qt fun.

7qt on My Post Due Date Strategy for Happiness.

Uh, where'd my feet go, again!???

Uh, where’d my feet go, again!???

So, I’m teeeerrrrrrible at being post Due Date.  I flipping hate it.  There’s all this talk for 9 months about when baby is supposed to come and so far, no baby has been on time much less early.  So, this time around with little baby #3rd I’m going to *try* a different approach:  being POSITIVE.  What’s that?, you say?  Yes, I’m going to try it on for size, a very large 10 months pregnant size, but try I shall.

40 weeks and 1 day.  Possibly very last pic as a pregnant lady and hopefully last of this poor maternity blouse that has seen a few too many wears.

40 weeks and 1 day. Possibly very last pic as a pregnant lady and hopefully last of this poor maternity blouse that has seen a few too many wears.

I am reminded by my dear friend Kathryn, whom I refer to a lot of Team Whitaker, that I need to relish and enjoy these pregnant moments.  So, here I go, enjoying what and when I can.  These are likely the last moments of being pregnant I will ever have.  At 42, it’s proving to be quite a spiritual, mental and physical challenge, tho I am extremely grateful this pregnancy has been totally uneventful. Thanks be to God.

So: the Strategy list.  I’m a list maker.  It’s how I keep my brain in check with the world.


Eat, drink your H2O, shower and brush your teeth.  Simple enough, right?


Stay focused on the good stuff like:  our sweet little babe will be here soon; you get to see people get really excited about a new little life, your cute children who are so excited to meet little one, your husband trying to do everything he can to make things easier on you, having a really great hospital you get to deliver at; Delivering in Colorado!; it’s a gorgeous day.


Remember that God has a plan for me.  And that I am His child and he for realz sent His Only Son to die for me.  Dude.


I live in a beautiful state in the best nation on planet Earth and that the Blessed Virgin has my back.


Remember what cool timing it is that there is a Novena to Our Lady Undoer of Knots that I am participating in right now to promote the culture of Life in Colorado and the United States of America.


We totally have the name thing down.  Saints- you know who you are- Pray for us! (sorry, not telling until little man makes his entrance.  Tho- if anyone guesses first and middle name, I will personally send you something ridiculous and silly).


I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, I. CAN. DO. THIS. ~By the grace of God and a little divine intervention. Oh, and chocolate.


Our Lady, Undoer of Knots, Pray for us.

Entonces, no tienen que tener miedo. YO sólo necesitan tener confianza en el Señor.

Hope to have a baby by next post amigos.  Thanks for stopping by!

Head over to Jen’s for maybe some non-preggo news and good reading.


{pretty, happy, funny, real} Co-Sleeping Blankie!!, bellies and prayerfully pondering Homeschooling.




I did it!  I finally finished my co-sleeping blanket for our newest addition.  Phew.  That only took over a year and a half.  This fabric has been waiting patiently in my closet along with my sweet sewing machine since forever.  I got enough contractions the other day to realize that I better get on the cutting, sewing, finishing ball before baby actually gets here and I no longer have use of all my faculties for a while, including both hands.

I’m a huge fan of the co-sleep situation when baby arrives, and always always fight with my blankets, and thought, hey, I should make one that it cut out just for baby and me.  Voila.  It’s not at all perfect 1st trial, but I want to make more and practice practice and make some for Anyone who wants one!  Give me a shout if you are interested.  Next one I think will be the soft muslin layered version for cooler days in the Anais + Aden style.

My silly models modeling blankie for me.

My silly models modeling blankie for me.


We were able to get some pre-baby fun pics in.  Despite my embarrassment of showing belly, I’m mustering the courage to put these here.

bw belly



Even tho this is posed, they do this all the time so I didn’t feel bad asking them to come kiss baby #3rd belly. They love little brother already.



It’s a miracle! We remembered to take a photo of our whole family! Go us.



Where did my feet go!?! Sigh.

{real} in 3 Parts.

Part 1:A couple of things:  Baby prep ain’t no joke.  Going thru boy stuff from 4 years ago, washing, organizing, figuring out where to put all things baby is just taking up all my brian space, and sleep.  Wowzah.


Bum wash and re-usable cloths for said bum! what an awesome, free, chemical wonder of the parenthood world. Thanks to Team Whitaker for this gem of an idea.


The closet clean-out. Yikes! But it’s done. Phew.


Got all boy/girl clothes organized to sell/use, whatever. Done.

Part 2:  Now on a serious and sad really {real} note:  Our son’s St. Anthony’s Catholic School is closing at the end of this school year.


The cat’s outta the bag so I’m free to talk about it here.  We had a parent meeting this week with our pastor Fr. Robert Wedow who had the great misfortune to announce that he must close the school.  This school is in a very rural area that has been struggling for a long time and even raised over 1 million dollars to keep it open just over 2 years ago- in this community- that was nothing short of a miracle.  We may very well not be here next year, but St. Anthony’s is a beacon of education and will be sorely missed in this small community.  I guess there are a lot of people who are very angry.  Personally, I just feel loss and sadness that this amazing place in the middle of the plains of Colorado will be closing it’s doors after almost 100 years of growing kids in faith and education.  Father Wedow is open to options, but in all seriousness, the budgetary needs far far exceed what is at all reasonable to keep the school open after this school year.

We’re so happy that our son has been able to benefit from the great pre-school here last year and this one.  He loves his school and we do too.  St. Anthony, Pray for us!

This brings me to Part 3 of {real} this week:

Prayerful contemplation of homeschooling.  

Where do I even start?- was my first thought when we heard the news that there was a parent meeting.  Luckily, that very night, as the Holy Spirit would have it, a lovely friend Dianna of The Kennedy Adventures – an Amazing family- homeschooling- Catholic resource blog- posted this wonderful article from Catholic Sistas on homeschooling: 


“”If God leads you to it, He will lead you through it. I had MANY of those same doubts. I read lots of homeschool and Catholic homeschool books looking for those who had conquered the obstacles I perceived and that combined with prayer fortified me. Am I perfect at it? No, no one is…no education is perfect. Let God work on your fears, it sounds like He IS working on your heart.”

Needless to say, this quote spoke right to my heart, my place, my worry, my doubt, my hope that our children will have the very best education for their individuality and ability to be life-long learners.

There are so many things to think about and now I can begin the prayer, reading and research that I thought I was done with in regard to homeschooling.

So my husband and I embark on the very real notion that we could have a homeschooling home come next fall.  If you have any moment, please pray for us.  We need all the help we can get.

~~~That’s it from casa Falls this week.  That’s quite enough I think. I pray you all are well.

Muchas gracias to Like Mother Like Daughter for hosting this linkup!  Hope to see you all there. And I would love to hear from you on these things friends!

tl;dr: Sick and pregnant ain’t cool. And dental hygiene. And fabric.

Finally finally linking it up with the lovely Jenna!!! …

So this is like day 5 of Sick baby Mama.  So so uncool.  And today I got some lovely antibiotics from mr. dentist man because I’m having too many tooth pains.  I’ve never had this.  But- I am a notorious -eat ice cream late at night and be too tired/lazy to brush and floss before I hit the hay- kinda girl.  Not a good combo.  I blame pregnancy.


– I’m DESPERATELY trying to get a co-sleeping/ nursing blankie made for me and little bebe #3rd.  Do you think I can wrap my brain around what fabrics to choose!?!  No.  #$W$%’s no.  Of course not.  I blame pregnancy.

-Nesting like a beast. {probably how I got sick in the first place}.

– Do you all get serious spiritual attacks when you’re pregnant?  I do.  This last one was a doozy and thank goodness I have my husband to love me and listen and talk thru things.  Some stuff is spiritual attack, some just needs sorting. On a particularly bad day the other day I was perusing Pinterest and found this gem of a gem on marriage:  3 Ways to Not Hate Your Husband.  I hope you read it.  It changed some things for me.


– Here is a little profile of 37  week little man!  Heartbeat is good.  Head down.  #LetsDoThis!

-Peace and Love y’all from my desk to yours.

-Also, trying to come up with a new, more descriptive tagline for my blog.  Not the easiest task.  Waiting on a little divine inspiration.

Off to pin a blankie I think.

Thank you Jenna for the fun linky links.


Sum sum Summah pics and Randomness. Porque Sipo.

So, that’s about the size of things right now.  I feel like I have perma- Slurpee brain freeze.  Pregnancy man.  It Ain’t for wimps.

Between finding out we didn’t get the job – OH Praise Sweet Baby Jesus !- for that miracle, baby prep, school starting for preschooler, August being the craziest month on planet Earth somehow and generally being el Preggo, dude; this mama is ti-red.

Here’s some cute pics to tide us over tho:


I do love me a belly tattoo.


Cool enough to make stuff outside. Yay!


Headed to Grandma’s!0830141643d 0830141644a

Need I say anything here?  Okay, Roll Tide!


‘lil one turns 2!  She’s in girlie heaven here.


ALS Ice Bucket challenge happened.  I wussed out.



Holy Tiny head, Giant 34? week foreshortened belly Batman!


At least I got One WIWS pregnancy shot in with baby 3rd


Our happy guy being his happy cute self.  We love you Blaise.  Love.

There’s totally more but it’s seriously bedtime up in here and I’m all short on patience these days.

These kids are saints in the making for having me as a preggo mom, I’ll tell you what.

Fast trying to get our baby prep on.  And- gulp, gasp, I think I’m going to try the cloth diapering.  I’m terrified, but it seems so economical and I just love that we won’t be filling a landfill with disposables.

If you got a prayer to spare, please pray little guy doesn’t make an appearance until wk. 38.

OH, and, I LOVED this idea from my friends Kathryn and Dwija– so-  I’m totally going to be collecting prayer intentions to get me thru

-hopefully- natural birth this time around.  Please leave your intentions here if you would like some said.

Thanks for stopping by y’all!

The Light of the World.


Yesterday in and among our vigil mass and kiddo wrangling, I actually heard some of the homily that our Deacon gave. This is a rare occasion. He’s just the sweetest man and for some reason very very hard for me to listen to, or not have to get up and go to the restroom in the middle of or some other distraction. Anyway, he pointed to the painting of the Divine Mercy and asked us all to pay attention to it.  I did.  

He asked us to look and notice that it is just Jesus and the text.  He is coming out of the darkness. There is nothing besides our Lord in the picture. No background. No trees or mountains or context of any kind. Just darkness. Because He is the Light of the World. Him and only Him. In this time of cultural darkness, I will hold fast to this.

Eternal Father, I offer you the Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity of Your Dearly Beloved Son, Our Lord, Jesus Christ,in atonement for our sins and those of the whole world.

For the sake of His sorrowful Passion, have mercy on us and on the whole world.


Happy Sunday. Peace be with you friends.


Much to celebrate.

It’s birthday month for our beautiful little miracle Clare. She’s turning 2 and I just cannot say how much her life has added to our family. I remember crying during prayer with my son before she was born thinking he won’t be our only little guy anymore. The heart has so much more capacity for love than we give it credit.

Happy Birthday Month Bear Bear!

Happy Birthday Month Bear Bear!

Happy International Breastfeeding Week!  In celebration I’m hosting a Big Latch On in my town for the 2nd year in a row tomorrow!  I’m proud to support breastfeeding, meet other Moms and keep the message to normalize breastfeeding going.  Plus, this year, we have some seriously amazing sponsors and gifts for Moms and babies!!!  

Happy Breastfeeding Week!

Happy Breastfeeding Week!

It’s with a sad heart that we say goodbye today to a beautiful mother, wife, Sister in Christ Sarah Harkins and her unborn baby Cecelia.  Please join me in a powerful birthday prayer for Sarah. I have been heartbroken over the past days after finding out about her accident and loss. I feel today a better person for knowing her and her legacy, getting to know her family in this tragic time.  She makes me want to be a better mother, wife, sister and follower of Christ.  Thanks be to God for our enormous Catholic family lifting them up, lifting up our own pain at the loss of someone many of us do not even know.  In celebration of her life and her birthday tomorrow we join in prayer and thanksgiving for her family, her husband Eric and beautiful children.  A special thanks to Ginny at Small Things for all of her generous updates and words of love and encouragement.

This month our son starts back to Catholic pre-school. I’m not all, Yay! he’s going to be out of the house. This is a celebration because he loves it so very much and I am so glad to say that we have finally made a choice to keep him in school instead of homeschooling (possible blog series awaits). This summer I have tried to devote prayer and thought to this.  As long as our government will not intervene in Catholic school education and as far as any diocese we move to in the future will uphold Catholic teaching and reject Common Core I am very happy for our children to be able to embark on this path. I am also so very grateful that we live in an area that we can afford to put our son into a Catholic pre-school right now.  It truly is about 1/3rd the cost of a city Catholic school.  This won’t always be the case and there are already sacrifices, but it’s worth it to us. I am so very grateful too, in no small part that God has given my husband a steady job that allows us the freedom to have our son learn and grow in such a faithful and lovely environment that is his school room. I want our children to have freedom of faith and freedom to practice our Catholic faith in every single part of their lives.  School will be the second biggest after family soon and my prayer is that they come to know and love the Lord in a way I never had as a child.  That they know the Catholic Church is their true home on Earth and that Jesus is our true home in and beyond life. 


Baby #3rd is 31 weeks now!  We’re getting close and I’m so very grateful that our plan to stay here and have the baby in Denver is intact.  This is a really big deal.  With Clare we left for Texas at 36 weeks and I was stuck finding a new location/ob everything who would accept a vbac for “advanced Maternal age” with pretty much zero notice.  Found a great one luckily .  This baby, I’m like, good, you’ll deliver my baby, 2 hours away?  No problem, just give me -the possibility- of what I want- no drugs, access to a tub, people who can deliver a baby and we’re good.  Okey doke?  Great.  I don’t even care if you try to talk to me about birth control, that’s just a conversation starter as far as this Catholic Creighton practicing mama is concerned.  

The best part is I’m finally getting excited to meet our little guy.  Our son comes up to tell me “Mom, I like your baby belly.”  Clare is always coming up singing Doc McStuffins Check-up song and checking for his little baby heartbeat.  I’m going to miss these moments.  But look forward to them being big brother and big sister to a tiny little one now.  And- we’re going to have 3 children!  Wow.  What a terrifying blessing the Lord has bestowed upon my husband and I.  I’m so happy to share parenthood with my husband.  It’s been quite a journey and I’m sure will prove to be.  Holy Spirit, Mother Mary, please be with us!

Happy 31 Weeks Baby Falls!

Happy 31 Weeks Baby Falls!

That’s all for today.  Thank you for stopping by.  Must go prepare for all the fun at the Big Latch On tomorrow!