Veni, vidi, vici!

Well, that's what our dear son asked us yesterday, what it means. I simply said I knew the answer, to ask his dad because he probably didn't know... and of course, daddy was clueless. Don't judge him too harshly, he never had any interest in history, and is probably better than any of you at building things. But history, no. You should have seen his face when Luca told him it means "I came, I saw, I conquered"! Priceless! :D

Hearing latin reminded me of church yesterday morning. I certainly did NOT want to go, but it ended up being a wise decision to force myself to take all the family out. The kids were exceptionally good, and it was even more obvious as an other child close by was acting up, being loud and annoying. The sermon was said by the deacon, a very good man, and I enjoyed it very much. That man rocks! I wish you would have met him too, pretty flower, you would have liked him! Of course, he talked about the holy family, and about how important it is to love our family. I lose patience way too often these days, so it was really good.

So at the end of the Mass, we went to talk to a friend who attends the same church, while our kids played with hers. For the first time ever, I saw our priest smile. Usually, he seems to enjoy himself only when he tells us how horrible people we are and how we are all going to go to hell... lovely. Not only that, but I was stopped by an old lady who congratulated me on having so many children, gave me a lecture on the blessing of large families, although she commented that 10+ kids would have been close to insanity, but at least in the old days, people had family around to help, brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts, cousins... all things I have been thinking about recently. I had a hard time not laughing when she said it was the rosary that kept families together, since they had to spend time together to pray it (the rosary is a rather modern invention exclusive to catholic, so I don't believe it's the #1 thing that kept families together!), but it was nice to hear. I'm tired of hearing comments about "When are you going to get snipped" or "Don't you know about birth control". I don't mind too much "You have your hands full", because it is true that at the moment, my hands are pretty full, and I would gladly grow an extra one some days ;)

I also realized that although I always feel a little envious when people get pregnant (especially if the baby is a boy), I am now at the point where I do not want to get pregnant for a while. A long while. Not until the baby is at least 3, and by then, I should be busy enough between homeschooling and my own schooling that I wont think too much about babies. Anyway, I am now totally sure I do not want more than 4 kids. I probably could have more, but with the horrible pregnancies I have and my patience wearing thin, it would not be a wise thing to do.

On a different note, my boy started reading "The Lightning Thief" two days ago. I find it amazing that he went from saying he was too dumb to be able to read last april, to reading a book he knew was above his level now and asking for help. That he reads the book is nice, but his increasing confidence is what makes me really happy. If you believe in yourself, all is possible!