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).

Friday, November 16, 2007

baby talk

I just can't get enough of Ambrose's sweet new words. Today he started saying "Oh no!". He says it so passionately, too, like he honestly thinks whatever misfortune has just taken place is really a tragedy.

I think that sometimes I don't give him enough credit for his communicating efforts. For example, today, while I was folding some laundry, he crawled up beside me and started pointing to his high chair repeating, "num num, all done, num num, all done." (He pretty strongly associates being "all done" with being in the high chair, since we make him say it before he can get down after meals) I was sure it was just a fluke that he seemed thrilled when I responded by putting him in the high chair and giving him a banana--but he did the same thing again at dinner time.

This morning, I sat him in the rocking chair while I was making the beds and handed him a few books. He proceeded to "read aloud" from them in this deep, droning baby-babble. It was very adorable, though I'm hoping not an accurate reflection of how he perceives my reading aloud to be. :-)

And a bonus picture. This is what we call "Sunday afternoon" around here:

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