Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled.

Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.

Blessed are the pure in spirit, for they shall see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.

Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are you when they revile and persecute you, and say all kinds of evil against you falsely for My sake.

Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for great is your reward in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you.

Matthew 5:3-12

Oh Lord,

Teach me to seek You and reveal yourself to me when I seek You.

For I cannot seek You unless You first teach me, nor find You unless You first reveal yourself to me.

Let me seek You in longing, and long for You in seeking.

Let me find You in love, and love You in finding.

~Saint Ambrose of Milan

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Name: Erin Yonke

Location: Aurora, IL

Info: I'm happily married to my husband and champion pro-life activist, Matt. I stay home with my three small boys; Ambrose (11/06), Peter (3/08), and Joseph (9/10).

Thursday, February 15, 2007

on cuteness...

Someone please remind me to remove this post before Ambrose is old enough to read.

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Of course every mother thinks her baby is cute, and I think my baby is cute, and that's good and right and as should be. However, I'm pretty sure that if my baby wasn't mine, I wouldn't think he was very cute at all. I mean honestly, the boy was "cuter" as a newborn. Currently, he is balding, has a double chin, drools excessively (perhaps a fair bit more than the average 3-month-old), and has napped in 20 minute increments all afternoon (which is, by the way, the perfect amout of sleep to give you energy enough to stay awake for the next hour and complain about how tired you are.) If I were asked to describe my son, I just don't think I'd use the word 'cute' . Rather, pitifully and amusingly endearing. The phrase "a face only a mother could love" takes on a very new meaning. And I do love him. I love every square inch of his balding, chubby, drool-soaked self.

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Blogger ResidueofFire said ... (February 16, 2007 11:58 AM) : 

LOL! Well, aunty Ashy thinks he's adorable! *pouty voice* LOL! I understand what you mean tho.. I look at my little neice Ryli and think, "if she wasn't my neice, would I still think she's cute?" probably NOT :-p But all babies are sorta weird looking anyway, so take heart. He won't always be drooling and balding.. and chubby depends on how much you feed and exercize him JK! lol


Blogger erin said ... (February 17, 2007 10:30 AM) : 

actually, ambrose likes to combine nursing with exercise--an activity i like to call "nurse-aerobics",which involves flailing his arms and legs about aimlessly until he hits something (me). i'm not especially fond of it. lol.


Blogger Sarah said ... (February 21, 2007 7:29 PM) : 

people are always shocked and horrified when I admit that my kids are having an ugly moment, day, or stage. How could a mother say such a thing! lol. nice to see i'm not the only one who can be sort of honest. we used to get so mad at my parents for insisting we looked beautiful when we saw ourselves in the mirror/pictures going through that really awkward/ugly/gangly stage! i mean, how can you trust a compliment if that's all you ever get? :-)


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