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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Tue, 29 May 2012 22:07:32 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Catholic Simplicities</title><subtitle>Catholic Simplicities</subtitle><id>http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/atom.xml"/><updated>2012-05-29T12:00:44Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>Gifts of the Spirit</title><category term="Crafts"/><category term="Faith"/><category term="Spirituality"/><category term="Spirituality"/><id>http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/29/gifts-of-the-spirit.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/29/gifts-of-the-spirit.html"/><author><name>Tanya</name></author><published>2012-05-29T12:00:44Z</published><updated>2012-05-29T12:00:44Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>God puts us in the right place at the right time.&nbsp; I have been energized a little bit more for my passion as well as for my husband's.&nbsp; We went to a Memorial Day picnic on Sunday at a friend's house and met some interesting people.&nbsp; One couple actually has a blog as well, and it is a traveling blog (<a href="http://thetimecrunchedtraveler.com/">http://thetimecrunchedtraveler.com/</a>).&nbsp; I have been thinking recently about going on day trips in Connecticut and writing about them.&nbsp; I am also really into travel, but I am stuck locally for now.&nbsp; Doing local restaurant reviews has also come to mind.</p>
<p>I want to start getting into the ideas I had gotten for my website after visiting the writers' conference.&nbsp; I was on fire immediately following it, and now I am dragging.&nbsp; But after talking with this young couple and a few other new people at the picnic, I know that my husband and I could and should be doing more with our gifts.&nbsp; And yesterday just happen to be Pentecost Sunday where the Holy Spirit came down upon the apostles.&nbsp; It is a day for us to remember our gifts and the gifts of the Holy Spirit.&nbsp; We can use the gifts God has given us to preach and to fulfill our purpose.</p>
<p>I know God has great plans for my husband and I, but I am still unsure where He is taking us.&nbsp; But I think we first need to let Him work in small ways through our busy lives.&nbsp; I pray that we can start accomplishing our dreams to a fuller extent.&nbsp;</p>
<p>-Tanya Weitzel</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>All Malled-Out</title><category term="Food"/><category term="Parenting"/><category term="Parenting"/><category term="Reflections"/><id>http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/28/all-malled-out.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/28/all-malled-out.html"/><author><name>Tanya</name></author><published>2012-05-28T12:00:25Z</published><updated>2012-05-28T12:00:25Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes visiting the mall becomes too much and too often.&nbsp; They have a great indoor soft play area for small children, lots of food samples, trains and blocks to play with, and a carousel.&nbsp; Linus loves going there.&nbsp; I grow tired of the same old thing.&nbsp; As a three-year-old, he never tires.&nbsp; He loves playing with other children, especially at the play area and with the trains.&nbsp; After we go to the mall once, he will continue to ask every day for at least a week.&nbsp; I can only take so much of the crowds and the running off that occasionally takes place.&nbsp; I can understand why he would find it fun, but I am not him.&nbsp; I am just the one who has to bring him.</p>
<p>-Tanya Weitzel</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Outings with Linus</title><category term="Food"/><category term="Food"/><category term="Parenting"/><category term="Parenting"/><category term="Reflections"/><category term="Restaurants"/><id>http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/27/outings-with-linus.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/27/outings-with-linus.html"/><author><name>Tanya</name></author><published>2012-05-27T12:00:05Z</published><updated>2012-05-27T12:00:05Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Linus can be so sweet when we are shopping together.&nbsp; He was so good on Friday for me.&nbsp; We had five stores we had to go to, including Sam's Club, which he loves for the samples.&nbsp; He cooperated and stayed in the cart pretty well.&nbsp; Near the end of the trip, I treated him to his birthday pizza slice and soda at Big Y.&nbsp; I tried to pursuade him to get the light lemonade, but he really wanted soda.&nbsp; I gave in seeing as I don't buy soda and it was <em>his </em>birthday coupon<em>.</em>&nbsp; They were even nice enough to let him get a pepperoni slice, even though the coupon said it was for cheese pizza.&nbsp; I had offered to pay the difference.&nbsp; They had a three meat one, but he was stuck on just plain pepperoni.&nbsp; I personally would have picked the Tuscan Chicken.</p>
<p>I wasn't that hungry, after all the samples at Sam's, so I didn't get anything for myself.&nbsp; It was also getting past his naptime so I was trying to get him home.&nbsp; I had him eat while he was sitting in the carriage by setting the pizza plate on the coupon tray and the soda in the cup holder.&nbsp; He insisted on sharing with me.&nbsp; I don't know if he was getting full, if he really wanted to share, or both.&nbsp; He did have a few cookies already too because some grocery stores hand them out to children.&nbsp;</p>
<p>He would take one bite, and then tell me how and where I should bite the slice.&nbsp; Next, he would instruct me on how to take a sip of soda.&nbsp; And he did this multiple times, until the pizza was gone.&nbsp; It was like he was playing my parent.&nbsp; I would have been happy watching him enjoy the pizza, but if he was making me share it, how could I say no?&nbsp;</p>
<p>I miss when Linus and I would go out for lunch.&nbsp; I am planning on making it more of a regular thing, though hopefully not so close to his naptime in order to enjoy it more slowly.&nbsp; Also, it would be a good incentive for having good behavior while shopping.&nbsp; I told him ahead of time I had some coupons for different treats if he was good, and that seemed to help a little.&nbsp; One time, I treated him with a Thomas fruit snack that I had left over from his birthday party.&nbsp; I still have a few left for emergencies. &nbsp;</p>
<p>On Wednesday, we walked to Dunkin' Donuts because of the 99 cent medium iced coffee where 50 cents goes to the children's hospital.&nbsp; I asked if I could use a survey coupon where you get a free donut with the purchase of a medium beverage, and at first they said no.&nbsp; But Linus kept asking where his donut was, and plus he is cute, so she decided to try it in the register any way.&nbsp; Linus was so excited when it worked.&nbsp; I got him the Undercover Black Cocoa Donut because he loves stars.&nbsp; Of course, he had to share it.&nbsp; No complaining here!&nbsp; Since I had an iced coffee, he needed a little cup of ice to put his milk in so he could, "Cheers," me.&nbsp; It was too cute.&nbsp; There are times where his has to cheers everything at the dinner table from his straw, to his cup, and even his fork.</p>
<p>I really enjoy our time together.&nbsp; I hope to make some more memories for both of us.&nbsp; Linus is a truly a joy, though I might not always recognize it.</p>
<p>-Tanya Weitzel</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Relating with God</title><category term="Faith"/><category term="Faith"/><category term="Poetry"/><category term="Poetry"/><category term="Spirituality"/><id>http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/26/relating-with-god.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/26/relating-with-god.html"/><author><name>Tanya</name></author><published>2012-05-26T18:33:11Z</published><updated>2012-05-26T18:33:11Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">What am I waiting for?</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I sit,</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I think,</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and I plan for things I'll never do</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and places I'll never go.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Yet, I still play with the ideas</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">knowing they are just dreams.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">But what if dreams could be the truth?</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">What if everyday was a dream</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">coming true?</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Each day is a gift,</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">but do I live it as such?</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I am given the resources</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">to do and be what God needs of me.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Do I use all I have to its potential?</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Am I becoming more me</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">with every moment I have?</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As I get closer to God,</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I am meeting more of myself.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As I draw Him in,</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I will be able to give more of the true me.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">What am I finding?</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I am not sure.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I still feel like a child</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">learning with every breath.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">God is my Father</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and wants to show me my own way.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I hope someday I will understand.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">But I don't think I am suppose to.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">-Tanya Weitzel</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Waiting for their Return</title><category term="Faith"/><category term="Poetry"/><category term="Poetry"/><id>http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/25/waiting-for-their-return.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/25/waiting-for-their-return.html"/><author><name>Tanya</name></author><published>2012-05-25T12:00:05Z</published><updated>2012-05-25T12:00:05Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>So little time,<br /> yet here I am.<br /> A little late<br /> is better than never.<br /> But where are the friends I had?<br /> Why do they insist on straying?<br /> <br /> So much love to give<br /> yet some turn away.<br /> Not quite ready to grasp all I offer<br /> they hide within themselves.<br /> <br /> Chasing only goes so far<br /> as they make their own decisions.<br /> Lightly I stay with them<br /> in the shallow water <br /> they stand wading.<br /> I wait for something more<br /> but cannot live for it.<br /> They might never return.<br /> <br /> God will take care of them.<br /> In the meantime, I feel useless.<br /> They are in the distance<br /> and out of my reach.<br /> It is now up to them to come home.</p>
<p>-Tanya Weitzel</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Planning for Another?</title><category term="Faith"/><category term="Family"/><category term="Parenting"/><category term="Parenting"/><category term="Spirituality"/><id>http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/24/planning-for-another.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/24/planning-for-another.html"/><author><name>Tanya</name></author><published>2012-05-24T18:15:49Z</published><updated>2012-05-24T18:15:49Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Why is it that everyone else is a nursing expert?&nbsp; People who do not nurse, have never nursed, or couldn't ever physically nurse seem to act like they know what is best for a nursling.&nbsp; I don't even know what is right for my own, but I know that he still finds comfort in breastfeeding.&nbsp; Questions are raised as to when he will stop, and when I say he will stop when he is ready, most say that time will never come and I will have to wean him.&nbsp; It is not like nursing affects anyone else but me, my husband, and son.&nbsp; Yet, comments come in all shapes and sizes on the subject.</p>
<p>People wonder when our next one will be coming.&nbsp; I would love to have any children God wants to give us, but right now, Linus seems to need me more than working on another child.&nbsp; Though ever since I held a friend's three-week-old I have been thinking about having a baby more often.&nbsp; The smells, little yawns, and funny noises reminded me the good times I had with Linus in the beginning.&nbsp; But, there was also a LOT of nursing to the point that he was either in the sling, or I was sitting down for the majority of the first year of his life.&nbsp; I do not miss that part of caring for a newborn.</p>
<p>Now that things with Linus are easier in some ways, it makes it more difficult to think about changing the family dynamic.&nbsp; I know that he would be jealous if we had another baby because he would not get all of my attention.&nbsp; On the other hand, I know that he would be a great help in fetching me anything I needed for the baby or assisting in other small ways.&nbsp; He would definitely make a cute older brother.</p>
<p>I have asked Linus (though I am not sure how much of the question he fully understands) if he wants a brother or a sister.&nbsp; He usually says he wants a brother because I remind him that they can be rough together when he is old enough.&nbsp; But I also have asked if he would like a little more time with me by himself, and he said he might need a little more.&nbsp; I have explained to him that there will come a day where he won't need or want to breastfeed anymore, but then he tells me that is he still little.</p>
<p>At the end of the day, it is still God who decides when or if we will have another child.&nbsp; We are open to new life, and that is our part in His plan.</p>
<p>-Tanya Weitzel</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>New Circles</title><category term="Family"/><category term="Motherhood"/><category term="Parenting"/><category term="Parenting"/><category term="Poetry"/><id>http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/16/new-circles.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/16/new-circles.html"/><author><name>Tanya</name></author><published>2012-05-16T19:28:12Z</published><updated>2012-05-16T19:28:12Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>We are both the same now.<br /> As parents, we are united.<br /> No more clicks.<br /> Just pure love for our children.<br /> We are connected.<br /> <br /> No matter how long it has been,<br /> we remember what was.<br /> I know I do.<br /> Yet now it is different.<br /> We are not classmates,<br /> we are fellow parents<br /> trying to do our best.<br /> We are in the same circle.<br /> <br /> We were never friends,<br /> nor enemies,<br /> just peers passing in the hallway.<br /> Soccer,<br /> English,<br /> and Gym are no longer where we meet.<br /> Parenting is our new shared experience.<br /> We are both mothers.<br /> <br /> Giving birth,<br /> swaddling,<br /> and calming an infant.<br /> We have both been there<br /> and will continue to be.<br /> We are now friends from afar.<br /> We understand one another.<br /> Like it or not,<br /> we are sisters.</p>
<p>-Tanya Weitzel</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Living Your Dream</title><category term="Dreams"/><category term="Faith"/><category term="Poetry"/><category term="Poetry"/><id>http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/15/living-your-dream.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/15/living-your-dream.html"/><author><name>Tanya</name></author><published>2012-05-15T18:58:35Z</published><updated>2012-05-15T18:58:35Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>To find a dream so willingly<br /> and know that it is yours.<br /> To own yourself<br /> and mean to live.<br /> To discover your destiny.<br /> <br /> Such hard questions await<br /> when you start asking them.<br /> But the trick is to ask the right ones.<br /> Wasting time with wrong ones<br /> only delays living your dream.<br /> <br /> Now is the time to start.<br /> The answer lies within.<br /> Though sometimes others can help you steer,<br /> you alone must push the gas pedal.<br /> <br /> Buckle up for a bumpy ride,<br /> but one worth traveling.<br /> To live with meaning,<br /> to live deliberately,<br /> to live without fear of failure.<br /> That is what will happen when the dream emerges.<br /> The dream will be life.<br /> You will no longer have to dream,<br /> because you will be living it.</p>
<p>-Tanya Weitzel</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Coffee Conversation</title><category term="Coffee"/><category term="Family"/><category term="Reflections"/><id>http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/12/coffee-conversation.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/12/coffee-conversation.html"/><author><name>Tanya</name></author><published>2012-05-12T20:52:24Z</published><updated>2012-05-12T20:52:24Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>The smell of coffee is so comforting.&nbsp; I love the way it fills our house after roasting.&nbsp; It had been weeks since we last roasted our own coffee, and it was so good to roast again.&nbsp; The taste of freshly roasted coffee is unbelievable.&nbsp; I remember the beauty of it as I now sit in Starbucks.&nbsp; I missed the flavor and warmth of its essence.&nbsp; Coffee is the nectar of life and a wonderful thing to wake up to.&nbsp; We had to resort to having black tea in the morning, which is not the same.&nbsp; I am not downplaying tea, but as I morning beverage it is not our norm.&nbsp; Tea is my afternoon wake-me-up beverage during snack time.&nbsp; I had to sneak out for a couple hours, and it feels like it has been forever since the last time I did.</p>
<p>Last week, we were busy with Free Comic Book Day and a small local business expo.&nbsp; This weekend we took a family walk to the playground and then a nap.&nbsp; Linus was still asleeep when I left, but it was my only chance.&nbsp; I felt bad about leaving him with my husband without saying goodbye.&nbsp; Sometimes it is harder to leave when he is awake.&nbsp; He doesn't always want to let me leave.&nbsp; I wanted to hit up the Frappuccino Happy Hour on such a nice hot day.&nbsp; Plus, tomorrow is the last day for the promotion.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I wish I had a longer time to be out, but I will have to make due with what I have.&nbsp; I just enjoy it being so quiet.&nbsp; I am also looking forward to a Mother's Day brunch tomorrow with my mom and Grandma.&nbsp; It is always nice to eat out for special occasions.&nbsp; My dad is kindly bringing the three of us to the special event.&nbsp; I am planning on wearing something out of the ordinary.</p>
<p>Right now, I am having trouble focusing on my writing.&nbsp; I am trying to get my husband to turn off the slow cooker, but his phone is off.&nbsp; It is hard to write when I am thinking about other things, so I will just write about what is bothering me.&nbsp; Our house phone is set to voice mail, since Linus was still sleeping when I left.&nbsp; For some reason, my husband's cell phone is off as well.&nbsp; I am thinking I will have to go home early just to turn off the slow cooker.&nbsp; Not very happy about the situation, I was hoping to stay out a little longer.&nbsp; I haven't had any quality writing time in a long while, and now that I have a little, I have to go home early.&nbsp; Never mind, he just emailed me back and says, "Okay."</p>
<p>Not really sure what to do with the small amount of time I have, but the silence in my head is peaceful.&nbsp; I can better concentrate on just me, instead of a screaming toddler.&nbsp; While I am enjoying my brunch tomorrow, I am sending my husband and son to visit his mother for lunch.&nbsp; That way, no one will be alone on Mother's Day.&nbsp; Later, we are suppose to send Linus to his Grandma's house, so we can have a little break.&nbsp; Tomorrow's weather looks just as nice as today has been.&nbsp; I am excited about the turn of the weather because the rain and clouds were really getting old.</p>
<p>I hope everyone has a blessed Mother's Day tomorrow.&nbsp; Enjoy your families and I hope you are having beautiful weather as well.</p>
<p>-Tanya Weitzel</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>A Burning Desire</title><category term="Crafts"/><category term="Poetry"/><category term="Poetry"/><category term="Spirituality"/><category term="Writing"/><id>http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/11/a-burning-desire.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://catholicsimplicities.com/blog/2012/5/11/a-burning-desire.html"/><author><name>Tanya</name></author><published>2012-05-11T18:46:54Z</published><updated>2012-05-11T18:46:54Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>The passion burns<br /> and scalds my heart.<br /> With every keystroke, it increases.<br /> It fills me up<br /> and brews my soul.<br /> Typing becomes my outlet.<br /> <br /> Each letter,<br /> every word,<br /> it gets so much hotter.<br /> Boiling like a tea kettle<br /> it whistles with steam.<br /> Releasing energy<br /> too strong to hold back.</p>
<p>I feel it pressing on me.<br /> The passion burns.<br /> My heart feels so warm<br /> that it ignites my inner being.<br /> <br /> I must do what I love.<br /> It may burn to write,<br /> but it hurts more not to.</p>
<p>-Tanya Weitzel</p>]]></content></entry></feed>
