Feel Like Crying?
Posted by Danielle Bean in Family on Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Tim Dunn’s mom sent me an email with a link to this video. Here is what she told me about it:
“This is my son who works in campus ministry at Xavier University. He wrote this song for his twin brother’s wedding. It is a reflection of what happens when family relationships are valued and cultivated in our daily lives.”
I think you’ll agree he has reason to be proud of her big boys.
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Posted by Lisa Hendey in Faith on Tuesday, March 09, 2010
We read that we ought to forgive our enemies; but we do not read that we ought to forgive our friends. Francis Bacon
The scene played itself out this morning as it does about four times per week. The younger brother, anxious to get out the door to school early so he could have time with his friends. The older brother—the chauffeur—nursing a bad case of “senioritis” and wanting to eek out every... READ MORE
Match, Set
Posted by Rachel Balducci in Family on Wednesday, April 01, 2009
My question this evening is simple: do you torture your children like I torture mine?
Every Easter for as long as I can remember, I have dressed the boys alike. The whole lot of them show up to Mass in matching outfits. One year it was seersucker with white shirts. Another year it was matching golf shirts. The year pictured here, which was four years ago, we were channeling the Osmond Brothers. I have not decided what we will do this year, but I’m thinking it will involve their blue blazers with a matching tie.
It’s not nearly as exciting as finding the perfect Easter dress, but I’ll take it!
Life!
Posted by Rachel Balducci in Family on Thursday, January 22, 2009
Tonight, my six-year-old was sitting on his baby brother’s red trike. He was looking down, focused on the book he was reading aloud to me as I worked on a project in the dining room.
As my boy read, he slowly, slowly pedaled forward, unaware that he had progressed all the way from the middle of the kitchen to the side of the dining room table.
“Look out, look out!” I cried. But it was too late.
My son looked up from his book to discover he was now in the dining room and that he had pedaled the trike right into the mess I was cleaning up—which was, I’m sad to report, a big pile of his older brother’s puke.
He burst into tears, my boy, but not because I had startled him or because his shoes were now covered with sick. He was sad because he had gotten the wheels of Baby Henry’s little trike covered with that nastiness.
The moment was sweet and disgusting all at the same time.
Brotherly Love
Posted by Danielle Bean in Just me on Saturday, November 29, 2008
Weekend Photo
Posted by Danielle Bean in Family on Saturday, September 20, 2008
A brother is a friend God gave you.
—Jean Baptiste Legouvé
Doing My Heart Good
Posted by Rachel Balducci in Family on Friday, September 19, 2008
Last week on our walk at the river, we passed a bridge on the way back to the car.
“Let’s jump off,” said my ten-year-old with much, much enthusiasm. This bridge crosses over the canal that runs parallel to the river, and it is a favorite jumping spot of many older boys (including my brother, Uncle Zach, he who has told my boys all about it).
Elliott begged and pleaded to be allowed to jump, and... READ MORE
Baby Steps
Posted by Rachel Balducci in Family on Thursday, September 18, 2008
Our baby is on the brink of being a full-fledged walker, very close but not quite there yet.
Baby Henry turned one this summer, and by our family’s standards, he is a few months behind on the walking. All our other boys walked just before their first birthday. I understand every baby is different, and Henry is moving along just fine developmentally. It’s just, he’s taking his time.
The boys pick up... READ MORE
Brotherly Love
Posted by Rachel Balducci in Family on Monday, July 21, 2008
Around here, love doesn’t always look the way I’d like it to look. Boys sometimes have a funny way of showing they care.
Of course my boys can be very sweet with me—they are always quick to give me a kiss (on the lips even!), to tell me they love me. I get fresh-picked flowers (from the neighbors yard) and if I’m feeling sad, at least one of the boys will ask if I’m okay.
Boys can certainly be tender.... READ MORE
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