1. This is David’s first ‘real’ Lent and yesterday we sat down and discussed it. We had covered prayer, fasting, and almsgiving in his CCE class (and he remembered them all!) and so we brainstormed together different ways he could do these during Lent.
(Sneaky little booger tried to give up reading lessons for ‘fasting’. Also baths and wearing shoes. Is this normal for five? I didn’t think this picked up until around age eight.)
We finally got an acceptable list of six: a family rosary, praying Lauds and Vespers with Mommy, earning money to put in his Rice Bowl, playing nicely with his brother, fasting from television, and fasting from complaining. Two each, fasting, prayer, and almsgiving. Every morning he rolls 1d6 to choose that day’s penance. So far it’s worked out rather well, but we are only two days in.
2. Speaking of fasting, there is a box of chocolate truffles in my pantry that have been calling my name since Wednesday. I didn’t give up chocolate specifically, but I also don’t need any chocolate and know perfectly well I will not stop at just one or two. So in this circumstance, I am giving up chocolate.
…this is worse than the year I gave up butter.
3. David was also unusually excited for Ash Wednesday, but unfortunately the easiest Mass to attend as a family is the on at seven in the evening, during what I like to refer to as David’s ‘manic bed and bath avoidance’ phase. Next year I think we may to try the 6:30am instead.
4. I’ve had yet another epiphany in the "Teach David to Read" saga. This time, it’s that his brains outpace his technical skill. Once he has grasped the information content of a sentence, he has trouble reading the sentence on the page instead of just regurgitating the information contained therein. This is the same trouble we had with the BOB readers – he kept inserting the missing words while reading the simple sentences to make the more complicated sentences he’s used to. It would have been easier to teach him to read when spoke with less complexity, but we couldn’t get him to sit still long enough.
What I’m doing now with him is using the Ordinary Parent’s Guide to Teaching Reading, but not doing the lessons with him. I read the lesson myself, to I know what to focus on, and then we do a warm up game with word ending and starting sound cards. When he’s sick of that, we go straight to the sentences in the lesson. Now I know that when he gets a sentence wrong after a couple tries, I just need to read it correctly and jump to a new sentence. Two attempts is enough for him to pick up the gist of a sentence, and once he has that, getting him to read is a lost cause.
5. I’m almost done with my first pair of socks. I’ll probably finish them on this coming trip to the Valley. Since the last thing I need is to be at my in-laws without any knitting, I picked up a skein of Lorna’s Laces Sole Mate in Bigger On The Inside blue.
It’s NOT (emphatically not) TARDIS blue. Instead it’s a rather nice muted blue gray. My original intention was to knit a pair of TARDIS socks, but the color really isn’t right for that at all. So I’m going to make a pair of Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey Socks instead.
6. For the last three Christmases, my dad has been buying me hardback copies of John C. Wright’s latest space opera. I was extremely sad this year because Judge of Ages was not going to be released until February, and so I wouldn’t get a copy for Christmas. But Dad surprised me on release day with a hardback copy!
Then, of course, I had to reread the first two books in the series before I could dig into the third. But I finally made my way through it, and it’s good. No one does sense of wonder like John C. Wright.
I ought to review it. I probably will one of these days this Lent when I need something to write about. But in the meantime, go buy a copy, so Tor buys the rest of the series. I will be very sad if I can’t get a matched set of hardbacks.
7. I’ve finally selected my Lent reading for this year. I’m going back to basics with The Rule Of Saint Benedict. I have decided to make a mini retreat this year at a Benedictine monastery about an hour away from my inlaws, and this has inspired my choice of reading.
I was up in the air about making the mini retreat at all, wondering whether my inlaws would consider it an insult. Finally I ran it by Himself and he told me to stop worrying and just do it. So I will.