Catholic Family Vignettes

A collage of literary snapshots from the life of a large traditional Catholic family


December 28, 2007

Kids rock…a whole new look at nursery rhymes!

We’ve all had a nice little chuckle over his tribute to homeschoolers.

If you like nursery rhymes, check out Tim Hawkins at his wackiest:

The philosophical toddler…

Standing at the kitchen sink. Four year old seated upon a stool beside me.

Mommy: I love you so much, Emily!

Emily: I love you more, Mommy!

Mommy: No, Emily, I love you more. I loved you before you were even born.

Emily: Mommy, I loved you so much before I was born that I growed you around me!

How can you argue with such a sweet sentiment? I’m simply a by-product of my child’s love!

The Feast Of The Holy Innocents

I simply cannot do it.

It doesn’t matter which image I view…I simply can’t bring myself to post an image, no matter the artist, of the Slaughter of the Innocents. It is simply to horrific to contemplate.

Like abortion. I would never be able to post an image of so heinous an act–it is the seemingly never-ending continuation of the Slaughter of the Innocents.

I will contemplate the following and pray for the intercession of the Holy Innocents for the protection of all unborn children.
[This is the proper hymn at Lauds for the feast of the Holy Innocents. The translation is that of Fr Joseph Connelly.]

Audit tyrannus anxius
adesse regum principem,
qui nomen Israel regat
teneatque David regiam.

The uneasy tyrant is told
of the coming of the King of Kings
to rule over the people of Israel
and to ascend the throne of David.

Exclamat amens nuntio:
“Successor instat, pellimur.
Satelles, i, ferrum rape,
Perfunde cunas sanguine!”

Beside himself at the news, he cries out:
“He is here to take my place. I am dethroned.
Guards, go, sword in hand,
and drench the cradles in blood.”

Quo proficit tantum nefas?
Quid crimen Herodem iuvat?
Unus tot inter funera
Impune Christus tollitur.

Of what avail is so great an outrage?
How does this monstrous wickedness benefit Herod?
Though so many were put to death,
yet one, Christ, escapes unharmed.

Salvete, flores martyrum,
Quos lucis ipso in limine
Christi insecutor sustulit,
Ceu turbo nascentes rosas.

Hail, martyr flowers!
On the very threshold of your life
Christ’s persecutor destroyed you,
as a whirlwind does the budding roses.

Vos prima Christi victima,
Grex immolatorum tener,
Aram sub ipsam simplices
Palma et coronis luditis.

You, Christ’s first fruits,
a flock of tender sacrificial victims,
now play with your palms and crowns
right up by the very altar.

Iesu, tibi sit gloria,
Qui natus es de Virgine,
Cum Patre et almo Spiritu,
In sempiterna Saecula. Amen.

O Jesus, born of the Virgin,
to you be glory
with the Father and loving Spirit,
unto everlasting ages. Amen.

Happy Birthday, Arthur!

Fourteen. 14. One-four.

Wow…how time flies. Born during one of the worst ice storms ever on the Feast of the Holy Innocents. An extremely high stress pregnancy with many complications including a severe kidney defect in my dear boy. A miraculous healing. First born son.

Brilliant…constantly inventing and exploring new ideas. An incredible engineer. Meticulous observation of the rubrics of the Tridentine Mass. Great love for God and family. Responsible and mature. Funny and sensitive.

Thanking God for you today and everyday, my dear young man. Praising God that He, in His infinite wisdom, allowed me the privilege of being your mom.

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