Family Update Vol. 2013-11


Been awhile since one of these happened. We’ve been trying to pack as much fun into this last week and half of summer. Wait you say? The calender says summer’s not over until end of September? Sorry my friends, not in RI. Once the calendar says Sept 1. it is too cold to go to the beach. Cookouts, still OK, beach nope. Water nope. Pool nope. So we’ve been trying to squeeze those in where we can.

They tried to lay out
They tried to lay out

Jared has come down with a little… ok… biggish cold. Yuck. Hoping it doesn’t completely make the rounds.

Big news for me!! I officially don’t work in an office anymore!!!!! So far, it’s been ok. A little bit of adjusting, but not too bad.

Karl –¬†Has a few more teeth since last time. For whatever reason all of his canines have decided to come in in the last week or so. Not sure if that’s what caused him to spike a fever yesterday. But fever is back down, and he’s being his normal self again today, so I’m not too worried ’bout it.

Not talking “real” words yet. But I’ve heard more pieces of words recently. “Bah-” (ball) “Buh-” (book) things like that. His intonation is great, and sounds like he is making complete sentences, I just don’t know for sure what he’s saying. He likes to sing though :). And he’s taken to getting his hands together real fast everytime we start praying ūüôā

Johnny –¬†Definitely seeing a more aggressive side to him lately. Guess that just comes from being a boy. He still loves to cuddle with mama though and read books.

Favorite saying recently: “mom, is that potato sauce?” (it was ketchup, guess he was reading the bottle)

Katherine –¬†Surprised by how much she’s grown. Gonna have to do a clothes purge soon. She sounds so much more grown up now, and talks way more matter of fact-ly. She’s even done a few things on her own at the library and church.

Favorite saying: “Mom, I accidently ate another cookie”

All the cousins... Just not looking
All the cousins… Just not looking

Reading –¬†Thomas Merton’s The Seven Storey Mountain.¬†So far I’m liking the story, but the writing style has me pausing every once in a while to make sure I read it right.

Garden –¬†Not much in the way of updates here. Our grapes are done. We managed a full one bunch. But rumor has it, the grapes at my brothers house are in abundance, so maybe a trip there to relieve him of them is in order.

Wondering what to do, if anything with the sunflower seeds from our sunflowers? We’ve never actually had sunflowers last this long.

Coming up in the Liturgical Year –

Today was the Memorial of St. Rose of Lima. Caught my eye because I currently have a cousin living in Peru, and, well, anyway, just noticed it. One of her symbols is a crown of thorns and roses. Since I had decided a few days ago to make a crown of thorns (or at least see if that was a possibility) from our rosebushes, I put out the crown at dinner tonight in honor of her while we read the collect. (Word is still out on if the crown will work, I guess I’ll just have to wait and see when it dries up).

Crown of Thorns (still “fresh”)

Tomorrow is the Feast of St. Bartholomew

Tuesday (Aug 27th) is the Memorial of St. Monica. I’d like to do something special for that day because she is my Confirmation Saint, but I haven’t worked it all out yet.

Wednesday (Aug 28th) is my mom’s 51st birthday the Memorial of St. Augustine.

Thursday (Aug 29th) the Memorial of the Martyrdom of St. John the Baptist.

(There’s so many things that one could celebrate…)

Goodnight all

~Ruth Anne

Conversion Story {Part III}

Blessed Sacrament, Providence, RI
Blessed Sacrament, Providence, RI

The last part of the story… hopefully… To catch up on Part One click here, for Part Two click here.

So, there we were bumbling along having intense… um… discussions and attending Mass and going to classes. We made it to our first Confession. I don’t know if I have any profound thoughts on that. I was pretty much dragging my feet as much as I could before I went. I was stalling any way I could… had to put the kids to bed… had to clean up… it was raining (that actually was almost a valid reason I didn’t go because at the time the car didn’t have working windshield wipers… but that’s a different story). Anyways, I went. Right up until I got out of the car in the church parking lot, I was real nervous. Then I think I just resigned myself to the fact that I’d have to confess and went and got in line.

So freeing. Every time since that I’ve done it I get the same result. So freeing. I should do it more often.

We both made our First Holy Communion (in the Catholic Church) at the Easter Vigil!!! I was so excited. It was a huge challenge for me to go every Sunday to Mass and NOT receive the Eucharist. I was almost jumping up and down with excitement when we were able to go up. (I don’t have a picture of it though. The church was PACKED and everyone else we knew was squished in elsewhere).

Our parish, for whatever reason does Confirmation separately from First Communion (unless you’re also being Baptized at the Vigil than you do everything that night…?). Anyways, we weren’t confirmed that night, but after then we were able to receive Communion every Mass!

Classes continued for about six more weeks, another round of confession and a long rehearsal and we made our Confirmation at the end of May. I distinctly remember when they were processing in and they were almost to us, I had an almost overwhelming sense of the enormity of what we were about to do. I’ll be honest for a teeny fraction of second I had a “Wait!-This-Is-Forever” thought, and I was a bit nervous. Then the procession moved on and it was a beautiful service. (Here’s a link about our Confirmation Saints)

I guess that’s officially the end of our Conversion Story, in the sense that we were completely received into the Roman Catholic Church. However, the story doesn’t end there.

I was doing a make up session with one of the teachers, and it ended up being one-on-one because no one else showed up. It was during Lent, and I told her

I’ve been doing all these things, getting ready for Easter and First Communion, and moving towards Confirmation and I was a little sad, because that meant that we were going to be done, we were going to end. We’d be done with the classes, done with the studying and discussions. Done with learning about the Church… then it hit me. That won’t be the end. That will be the Beginning.


Here are a few photos from Confirmation. They aren’t the greatest pics ever, but they’re the only ones we have so I love them.

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Confirmation Saints

Just a quick mention of mine and Jared’s Confirmation Saints.


I chose St Monica for my Confirmation Saint. I wanted someone who was a Patron of mothers, and when I found out that she persevered in prayer for many years for her husband and son (amongst others) I was incredibly drawn to that. I thought what a great example to follow and also what a great person to ask for help.

Jared ultimately chose St. Zachary (to be honest, I don’t know which St. Zachary he chose – I’ll have to ask him about that).

A funny story about Jared and his Saints. He first chose St. Michael the Archangel as his Confirmation Saint. On the way to the actual service we got to talking about Confirmation names and I brought up some stories that had been mentioned in the classes about the names, namely one man said he had chose a specific saint because he had the same middle name as him. So… Jared decided he needed to see if there was a St. Zachary, because that’s him middle name, and there is, more than one from what I can tell. We asked if he could change his Saint this close to the service, they said sure. So he did.

During the service the candidates process up and go one at a time before the Bishop. Their sponsor is behind them with their hand on the right shoulder. When both get before the Bishop the sponsor is supposed to state the Confirmation Name of the candidate. Jared and I had the same sponsor (thanks again Yasie!!!). Jared, who had changed his Confirmation Name from the time of the rehearsal to the time of the service, managed to completely throw off the sponsor. Apparently what happened was his name tag fell off, he saw it on the floor as we were going up, he grabbed it, put it on. Yasie, just wanting to make sure she had the right name turned to look at the name tag “one last time” before going up and it said “Paul”. All I hear are nervous laughs (I’ve already made my way a few rows ahead of them), I do my thing and get back to the seat, and find Jared’s name tag right next to me. The guy sitting next to Jared had also lost his name tag. Anyways, confusion all around. We laughed about if for a while. ūüôā