I tried. I really did. Tried to limit the T.V. watching for my daughter. But that went out the window while I was nauseous for about 9 months with the latest little one. I simply couldn't mother like I wanted to. Enter 9 months of Frozen (no scary villians to speak of). I decided to let her watch some cute Catholic programming for kids. Gotta love Brother Francis.
So I basically left all faith formation to Brother Francis for the last little while. He does a pretty good job. But she is addicted now to this basketball playing, surfing, extreme sport lovin' monk. I let her watch a little while I got ready today. When I tried to pull her away, just short of it being over, I got told...
"Go back to Xavier. Go back to cook".
It's a police state around here I tell ya.
"Go back to Xavier. Go back to cook".
It's a police state around here I tell ya.
If you are wondering whether all this Jesus stuff can be good for my kid read this Maclean's article. Apparently "God is the answer" for kids. But Brother Francis could have told you that. For those who are not Christian, Maclean's suggests other forms of meditation also are good practices for your children. Here is hoping that the sheer volume of the Frozen movie watched by children worldwide serves as some kind of meditation practice ( the songs are practically mantra now, no?).
I have tried to introduce at least one decade of the rosary with Ysabeau everyday. This little Sacred Art flipbook allows her to at least contemplate in her own way, the mysteries of that marian prayer.
Ysabeau has been starting to try and play with her brother a little more. Here she is kind enough to offer him tea. I think Xavier likes his "Early Grey. Hot".
We've been getting out a bit more in the balmy spring weather (5 degrees) and Ysa is enjoying running about. She cracks me up with her "elbows up" style of running - a future football player. You only have to watch her dad run to see where she gets it.
But there has been no running today. She is a sickie - of course, when dad is away for 2 days. I have been trying to put into practice Auntie Leila's secrets to taking common-sense care of your sick child. But its's hard to apply to Ysa; she is full steam (running nose and hacking cough and all) until she passes out in front of the fire while I sing Fairest Lord Jesus to her.