I have been busy helping with our parish's RCIA program. It certainly does seem lately like every time I turn around, I am doing something else for the program. But, other than occasionally being tired (but, that's for lots of reasons), I am really enjoying it. I think it has been really fun to see other people going through what we went through last year.
One of the moments was especially true at Mass this weekend. (Well...I actually attended Mass with the family on Saturday, and then for RCIA on Sunday morning.) This past weekend was the Rite of Welcoming. I have to admit, I kind of even teared up when they started calling the names of all those going through the process this year and calling them forward. I think it was both because I was excited for everyone (even though they were all nervous...just like we were last year at this time), and also because I remembered when we did it.
I am really thankful that I am having the opportunity to work with the RCIA program. Although, perhaps I am not quite as thankful that I will be having to dress up for our saints party this week!
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Update on Helping with RCIA
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Works for Me Wednesday: Family Budget on the Computer
So, then I read somewhere that I could download a budget form from Microsoft. So...
I guess I'm just a Mom through and through
My commercial pet peeve
I have a set of commercials that I can't stand. I roll my eyes so hard when they come on that I am amazed that they have managed to remain in my head.
It's those darn Eggo Waffle commercials where the father is a "moocher" who constructs all these elaborate plans to steal the waffles from his children.
What does this commercial tell the kids watching it? Maybe, "You are so entitled to everything that even though your father is probably the one that bought the waffles, he should have to steal them from you."
Perhaps I am reading too much into them. Or, maybe I'm being too traditional. But, darn it -- in our house, if we buy some waffles (or anything else for that matter) and we want to eat them, we will.
This is not to say that we don't often give up the last of something to one of the kids. Heck...that happens all the time. But, that's our choice. And, it doesn't mean that there haven't been times when one of us has furiously eaten a pudding pop (or whatever the treat of the day is) in the laundry room, hoping that one of the kids doesn't pop in to see what's going on. That's just part of parenting, right?
So, until they stop those commercials, I will probably continue to throw an occasional, "They're your waffles, just eat them," at the "moocher" Dad.

