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Saint George  is often pictured slaying a dragon. Read more about St. George  here . My oldest son is St. George and daughter #4 is the dragon. Okay, I had a very hard time getting a serous picture of these two, they wouldn’t quit fighting!! 😉 But I thought you might like to see these crazy kids! The dragon costume was bought a second-hand store many years ago, but my son carried his stuffed dragon to the All Saint’s Day Party About the St. George costumes: The silver/gray armor was bought, but the cloak is just a piece of red material. The “skirt” was hand made. I used a old belt, and leather-like material which was cut into strips to create this Roman apparel. Super-glue worked great for getting the two leather-like materials to stick together. The white under skirt was just a piece of white material. I also create gold circles on the skirt strips. I used a cap to make an indentation on the end of each flap, so I could use it as a guide to make them all the same size. Then I used gold fabric paint to make the gold buttons.

St. Patrick, patron of Ireland. Read more  here .  St. Patrick could wear a brown robe, but I kind of liked green. It matched his mitre. I made the mitre by cutting two green felt sheets into a mitre shape and sewing just the bottom sides together. I added white and gold trimmed ribbon to the bottom and the two “tails” on the back.It also has a three leaf clover and a white felt cross on the front. I also hot glued a strip of heavy cardboard to the inside of each felt piece to keep it up-right. The staff, robe, and beard were purchased.

St Lucy (Patron for eye sight)St. Lucy is wearing a white dress, with a red sash. On her head is a evergreen wreath with red roses and candles. A red ribbon was used to tie the wreath to her head and under her chin.(In honor of St Lucy’s day) Read more about this saint  here . You can also make a paper crown Click here

Daniel was a God fearing man from the Bible. Read more in the book of Daniel. Daniel can be a simple costume. The beard and robe were purchased. I made the lion head/hat from an over sized hat and lots of long looped yarn. It made for one super cute lion!!

St. Tarcisius was a young boy who died to protect Jesus in the Eucharist. Read more  here. Our  St. Tarcisius is holding a wrapped-up loaf of fake bread and a palm. I bought both the bread and the palm from our local Dollar Tree. I purchased the brown robe.

Our Lady of Lourdes appeared to Bernadette in Lourdes, France. Read more  here. Our lovely little Lourdes lady is dressed in a white gown with a blue ribbon around her waste. Her veil is just a piece of white material. I sewed on a gold ribbon to the edge. I also sewed on a gold rose to each front/bottom corner. The roses were actually at Our Lady’s feet, but I didn’t think my daughter would like those on her shoes! 😉 My hubby spray painted a few yellow roses with gold paint to give them their golden color. I bought the white gown. Our Lady of Lourdes, pray for us!~Jen-Marie

St. Stephen was a deacon and was the very first Christian martyr. Read more  here . Our St. Stephen is wearing a brown robe, and white vestments with a brown cross. The white part was made from white felt which was folded in half . I cut a hole for the head in the middle. He also is holding a rock that is drizzled with red paint (for blood). I bought the brown robe.

Happy All Saints day!!!I thought I’d share a display I made with my kids today! During our art class today we made these cute twisted trees and pumpkins! See the instructions for this tree at  Pikadilly Charm  and the style in which I made the paper pumpkins is similar to these . And then I printed off a few pictures of my kids in there saints costumes and we stood them around our trees! I used a paper clip to stand the photos of the kids. Just unfold it and tape one end onto the photo as pictured below. We have a whole parade of saints!! Click image to enlarge it The kids are just loving it!! 😉 Hope you are having a blessed feast day! ~Jen-Marie

We did a number of fun “snow” projects this past week. Our Lady of Snows feast day was Aug. 5th, so I thought I have a bit of wintery fun with the kids!!Our Lady of Snows appeared to a man named John and his wife, as well as, Pope Liberius and sent snow from heaven to show the spot she wanted them to build a basilica.  With Mary’s snow in mind I thought the kids would love to make “magic” snow.  You may or may not have heard of a material called polymer. It’s a super absorbent material that can hold A LOT of liquid!!  I first discovered this material 14 years ago as a new mother with a daughter who had just fallen onto a toy and ripped her disposable diaper. That’s right. Polymer is the stuff inside disposable diapers (no not the stinky stuff)!! So as a science loving homeschool mom I just had to take the opportunity to explore this new found material. Sounds gross I’m sure, but the polymer in an unused diaper is no different than the polymer you can buy at your favorite homeschool resource site!! The big difference is price! You will pay over $5.00+S&H for a tiny bit of polymer when it’s sold as a “magic snow” science experiment! A disposable diaper – $.30! If you don’t use disposable diapers, buy one from a friend who does or pick one up in those vending machines in public changing areas. So yes, I’m using a disposable diaper in a project to celebrate Mother Mary, but if that seems odd to you please feel free to buy the same thing with the name “Magic Snow”.  : -D I’ve done this experiment with my kids for a number of years, and it never stops amazing me! As a warning: the first few times I tried this with the polymer from a diaper, the polymer was the tiny balls that were found in the diaper, but today the diaper “recipe” has changed. The polymer is now the cottony stuff! All diaper brands have different “recipes” so you may want to try this first with the brand of diaper you have before you would try this with a class. For our most recent experiment (this week Aug. 2012) I tried it with  Huggies and Luvs size 3 diapers. The polymer was the cottony stuff both times. Please note: Before starting this experiment please explain to the kids that God made science and we use God’s science to create neat things like the “magic snow”. But Mary’s snow was not a simple science trick. It was a miracle!! Only God can make snow to fall naturally from summer’s warm sky! Our “magic snow” is just a science trick! So to do this experiment remove the cottony material from a diaper.(it may be tiny balls in cheaper brands) Place it into a container, one that’s black works best. You can line a container with a black trash bag, too. Pour a cup of water onto the cotton. See how the Polymer soaks up the water and starts to look jello-y! Add another cup and the polymer gets even bigger and more jello-y. (You may need to stir it. We used a ruler) Let the kids touch it and feel it. Watch for the giggles and screams! I heard: “It feels like jello!!”, “It looks like ice!!”, “It looks like snow, can I make a snowball?!” (You can’t make snowballs -BTW!)  And my favorite response was “You guys have GOT to try this!!! It’s soooo cool!!” We added up to 8 cups of water into one diaper worth of polymer before we decided it was getting too mushy, but it was still soaking up the water!! Now a little bit of the gorgeous jello-y crystals are sitting on my cabinet with a picture of Our Lady of Snows next to it! The kids still walk by it and stick their fingers into it and giggle! By the way:  You can spread a little of the wet polymer out and let it dry. It turns back into cotton again. But it will take a few days or more depending on how wet it is! I imaging our huge bucket of wet polymer will take a long time to dry! 😉 Making memories is always fun!! God Bless. ~Jen-Marie

August 22 is the feast of the Coronation of the Blessed Virgin Mary! So my four youngest girls (Ages 3 to 8) helped me to make a few crowns for the statues of Mary which we have around the house. I’m going to show you one of the ways we sculpted a crown. Yes, I did say “sculpt”, but fear not, this is simple, clean, art fun!  It’s easy enough that my 6 year old could do it with only minor help, yet this can be challenging enough for adults to try, too! Just be as creative as your artistic level allows. 😉 You will need: pipe-cleaner (any color) foil (regular or gold) sharpie markers First you need to tear off a sheet of foil about 2 to 3 inches wide. Fold back the ends of the pipe cleaner just so it is slightly shorter than the foil. Place the pipe-cleaner into the foil, longways. Roll the foil around the pipe-cleaner so the entire pipe-cleaner is covered in foil. It should look like a long silver stick! Now place it on the statue you are going to place it on and measure it so it’s the correct size. Twist the end around each other to form a circle. Use another piece of foil to make the front of the crown. We folded the foil over the circle (half in front and half in back). Now sculpt the foil to look the way you want your crown to look. Use sharpie markers to make “gems” This is a picture of our first attempt. The pictures just don’t look as good as the real thing!! Foil is so hard to get a good pictures of!! Here are a few more we made. The girls and I had a fun time! The more crowns we made, the nicer they looked. I guess practice does make perfect! Hail Holy Queen enthroned above! Pray for us! ~Jen-Marie

I Fell in Love with Mr. Lawrence (Jennifer-Marie’s Side of the Love Story) I grew up in a Catholic family and I went to a Catholic school / high school. By the age of 17, I had dated a few fellows. The guys I dated were sweet and kind (mostly), but no matter how much I thought these young gentlemen were nice I just didn’t feel that I was meant to be with any of them for the rest of my life. It all felt wrong. I wasn’t sure why it felt wrong, it just did! Sure I could marry one of those guys who were nice and kind to me, but I felt God was calling me to something more! So I began to look into a religious life.  It was my senior year in high school and my Catholic high school had a few requirements before graduation. In early October I was required to go to a retreat. While I was at the retreat I told the liberal nun who was in charge that I wanted to be a nun. She began to tell me that I needed to do more soul searching and that I may realize that I was wrong. I was a heart broken confused teen! I felt like God left me on the doorstep with no way to see in the dark. For a few weeks I prayed! I prayed and prayed and prayed!! Finally, just as I was about to give up, I noticed that my bookmark-stuffed Saint’s book, which was laying beside me on my bed, had slid onto the floor and landed on it’s pages. A single prayer card had fallen out. I picked up the card. It was an old one that I had for many years. My mother had found it in one of the horse-hair plastered walls of our Civil War era farmhouse, which my dad had remodeled. My mother had given it to me many years earlier, but I never really looked at it very closely. Today, it caught my eye. It was a holy card of St. Gerard, the patron saint of mothers. I opened the saint book to look up this unfamiliar saint, and I found his feast day was Oct. 16, which was that very day!  I was stunned!  I realized that God was trying to tell me that I was to get married and be a mother! But I was shaken by the thought of marriage since I just didn’t feel comfortable with any of the guys I knew. I told God, I trusted Him, but that he would have to help me find a good guy to marry! In truth I thought God would take years to pull that *AWESOME* guy out of his “miracle hat”! But God does things at his own speed: sometimes fast and sometimes slow!  This time I’d say it was fast!  My high school also required service hours for graduation. My aunt directed me to my much older cousin, Sr. Paula Mary, who was our parish’s Director of Religious Education. Sr. Paula Mary was also the 8th grade RE teacher. She asked if I would be her teaching assistant. So I started helping Wednesday evenings as a teacher’s assistant. She was a sweet nun with more years behind her than ahead, and she taught me so much about life. I enjoyed helping her with her class. It was only after a few months of helping that my service hours were complete, but I continued to help for the rest of the school year anyway. In January, Sr. Paula asked if I would teach the high school class for the evening. She said “Mr. Lawrence” was sick and couldn’t make it. Well, I can tell you I was not thrilled about this idea. Keep in mind I was only a senior in high school myself so I was going to be teaching kids that were only a few years younger!! But I could see she really needed some help, so I took on the temporary position as High School RE Teacher! Now, I had never met “Mr. Lawrence” and had no idea what I was walking into. So when the class of 3 kids came in I asked them where they were in the book. They all seemed confused!! They told me Mr. Lawrence never used the book! WHAT!!! My mind was going crazy! What RE teacher doesn’t use a book!!!! Well, I improvised and did what I could to teach a random chapter in their religion book. Needless to say, my view of “Mr. Lawrence” was not one of any value.  A few months later I was walking down a flight of steps and passed a bearded fellow who I figured to be in his late 20’s maybe 30’s. He smiled nicely and he seemed so sweet. Figuring he was way too old for me, I put him out of my mind. A week or two later Sr. Paula introduced me to “Mr. Lawrence”, who just happened to be the bearded man I saw in the stairway!! I finally met the high school RE teacher who didn’t know how to use a book!!! Sister Paula is a wonderful lady!! I think she was up to a few tricks, because she seemed to take every opportunity to put “Mr. Lawrence” and I together! And she made it a point to inform me that “Mr. Lawrence” was 22 years old, and only 4 1/2 years older than me. It was obvious Sr. Paula was trying to get us together, and after she joked with “Mr. Lawrence” about his girlfriend he made it very clear to Sr. Paula and I that he was 100% available. A few months later Sr. Paula, put “Mr. Lawrence” on the spot and asked him to take me to my senior prom!!  She is one bold nun!!! He turned 5 shades of red and asked me if he could take me the movies instead. And so our relationship began, and this time everything felt right! It truly felt like love and “Mr. Lawrence” seemed like the kind of guy I could spend the rest of my life with! “Mr. Lawrence”, Jon, is now my best friend. He’s not just sweet and kind, he’s my other half. He makes me feel complete and he makes me feel like I’m worth something. If I need help he’s there to help, even if that means doing laundry or dishes. He’s always there to make me laugh on a bad day, and he brings such a joyous feeling to our house. Our 15 years of marriage have been very full, I discovered I was pregnant just 8 weeks after we were married. We now have 9 kids whom we homeschool. Jon, has been working with me every step of the way. He tells me every day that he loves me (even if I act shy about it). I can see his love in all he does! He has tried to provide myself and our kids with only the best. Without complaint he goes to work and when he comes home he works at repairing our fixer-upper house. We are not rich in money, but we are rich in love! He is my best-friend and I thank God for him every day! And just to set the record straight….”Mr. Lawrence” DID end-up taking me to my senior prom!!! Here’s a picture to prove it! BTW: I understand his teaching style now. He figured books and teens  are not a good mix,  so he didn’t directly use the book with them.  😉   -It’s all good!  I even let him teach our kids religion now!!  Here is Sr. Paula Mary at our wedding… (She was the lector at our wedding, too!) Yes, “Mr. Lawrence” is beardless here.  I asked him to shave it for the wedding. My mistake!!!! But, WOW, it made him look younger!! Searching for Mrs. Lawrence (Jon’s Side of the Love Story) Like all good love stories, this one begins with a single young Catholic man full of attitude and empty of hope. This fellow in many ways was an average 20 something kid. He stopped going to church when he got to college. He thought he could do whatever he wanted and it would turn out okay. Cocky. Insensitive. Selfish. A real “catch” for any young faithful Catholic girl! And even though he thought he was “the man”, there was one thing he was at least humble enough to admit that he needed: a good woman. In the garden of Eden, God had said it was not good for man to be alone and this guy (who didn’t know his Bible yet) instinctively knew that all too well. Yet date after date, he could never find one to come back for seconds and his youthful hope vanished. As tragic as his dating story was, his life path would fall victim to his own pride. In college, he was a Math major and a fairly decent one, too. He loved the beauty that Mathematics had. The rules, the harmony, the peace. But taking it for granted, he left college early in pursuit of a faster path to fortune. But like all too goods to be true, it fell apart rapidly. One of the surest signs that you are on the wrong path is when everything turns bad quickly. But pride doesn’t admit mistake. It doesn’t stop and ask for directions. It keeps going. There’s no going back. Onward and upwards. Full steam ahead. In the cake of life, it’s a recipe for disaster. Pride doesn’t just come before the fall. It’s normally there for the whole trip. And you pay the tolls. So after ruining his career choices and squandering his life options (sounds like a prodigal son, doesn’t it), this sap ended up flat on his back, angry, and alone. While he had once been poised to seize academic opportunity, he was now positioned to finally admit he made mistakes and ask for help. The dark and despair of life can either destroy you or make you open to God. Grace would have it’s day with this one but the battle was far from over. Realizing that one is wrong and asking for forgiveness doesn’t undo bad choices. God respects the bad choices as much as he does good ones. So this sap had to play the ball where it lied. He made the bed, now he had to sleep in it. He dug the hole now he had to get himself out. No matter how you metaphor it, he was where he put himself. Accepting his new lot in life, he took whatever job he could to help work off his college debt and the debt he built up with his parents. And it did work. He rapidly paid off his creditors and found stability. But attachment to sin would not go away that easy. Self Centeredness is a subtle idol. It’s not obvious like addiction to cigarettes. But it will certainly keep you from being with God. Scripture says that you cannot serve two masters. There can be only one. And I sensed that mine was keeping God from sending me what my heart most desired. A woman. If I was in the wrong frame of mine and not committed to the right course, I would not be able to properly handle being with the right young woman. I would wreck that relationship just like I messed up everything else. Keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll keep getting what you’re getting. Or choose to change. Something had to give. Self Centeredness got the boot. I gave my life over to the Blessed Mother. I told her that I had nothing to lose. If giving her everything didn’t work, I could always take up where I left off and be no worse off. A small price to pay. Up to this point, I had started going to church again. One day, our pastor suggested that the people of the parish should do more. I thought that was a good idea so I prayed about it. In short order, my mom asked me to help her teach her religious education class. Grrrrrrrrrrr. I thought I was praying for other people…okay, put your body where your prayer was. I signed up to help. In three short weeks, they needed someone to take over teaching the high school class and I was the only one who could do it. Double Grrrrrrrr. This was not going as planned. Mental note to self: be careful what you pray for! Trying to be faithful and still thinking that I could do anything, I agreed. After a few months, it was unbelievable! Bad that is. I was frustrated and burnt out. I hated the kids. Hated myself for taking the position. Lots of pain and suffering. Thankfully I got horribly sick and missed class one week! Ah, there is a God and he is merciful! They got some poor unsuspecting teacher’s assistant to take over for me but I didn’t care.   It was around this time that I gave my life (such as it was) to Mary and I started noticing this very beautiful young lady at Sunday morning Mass and Saturday morning Mass, too. Wow. Cute and devout. What a combo! My mom thought she was too young for me but I still kept my eye on her. I noticed her at Religious Education, too. She did look young enough to be a student but she didn’t act that way. Mature and sweet, she was very charming. I eventually came to realize that she was the helper for the nun who was my old six grade teacher way back when I was in school. She seemed old back then, too. But I guess the saintly ones always do. And if there was one thing I didn’t think she would ever do it was help me get a girl. Ah, but grace has it’s way. In time, the helper, the nun, and the sap where walking down the hallway together after class (sounds like the beginning of a joke). The helper mentioned in passing that she wasn’t going to her senior prom that year because her date cancelled. I being the great guy that I was, tried to be helpful and say just the right thing to this really cute girl. “Ah, don’t worry. I didn’t go to my prom either. No biggie.” Not very sensitive but I was shooting from the hip. The nun, with a twinkle in her eye, acted on behalf of heaven and said, “I got an idea, why don’t you take her to the prom?” Wow. Five years out of high school with zero desire to go back and I now was being asked to do something again that I didn’t feel like doing. I stammered a little bit and the nun gave me a temporary reprieve. “Don’t tell her right now. Make her wait.” Whew. The girl was cute but I wasn’t ready to invest in a tux and hang out with some high school kids for a night. But destiny wouldn’t let me off the hook that easy. One of my female co-workers thought it was a great idea for me to take her to the prom. I pulled out every lame excuse I could but then she hit me with the something I couldn’t defend against. “Don’t you want her looking back on this time and remember you as the one who was with her?” Wow. I was dead in the water and sinking fast. I ran up the white flag and surrendered. Stick a fork in me, I’m done. I took her to the prom…and had a great time! Fifteen years and nine kids later, she’s as cute as ever and no less devout! Thanks, Blessed Mother! I can’t believe it’s been 15 years! God has truly blessed us!

St Dymphna is the patron saint of those with mental illness. She’s wearing a royal-ish dress (She was a princess),  a crown and veil, and she’s holding a sword and a book.