Collin attends daycare at Elim Christian Learning Center in Anoka, MN. The current economy appears to be affecting enrollment, which is drastically down from 6 months ago.
If you happen to be looking for a daycare in the Anoka area, or know of anyone that is, I would strongly recommend this program and ask that you pass this information along. Collin has been there for a year, since his original daycare was damaged by a fire (overnight, thank God), and we intend to remain in that program until he starts kindergarten. Those of you that know us well realize that means a lot, as we were never fans of the "daycare" idea but found ourselves in a position that required us to consider it once my maternity leave was over. It is facilitated through a Baptist church, but the daycare itself is simply "Christian" and is non-denominational. They offer a low child to staff ratios, a lot of space, Christian staff who clearly love children, and a superb learning environment. You can contact them at (763) 427-1833.
Technically if we refer a family that enrolls, we would receive one week of daycare at half price. I believe so strongly in this center that if any referrals happen because of our recommendation, we would work to pass that savings onto the enrolling family.
If you are not looking at daycare options for your own family, please do pray for increased enrollment at the center so that they can continue to meet expenses for staff and the kids.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
A matter of perspective...
So, I have had a really hard week at work so far and there is no end in sight for the drama I am stuck in. I am still committed to the work that we do and overall I really appreciate where I have worked for the last 12 years...but this week has been very challenging for me there personally and professionally. Tonight at dinner I finally "broke down" and some tears escaped without my consent.
Needless to say, our very observant and empathetic son noticed mommy was in distress. He promptly hopped down from where he was sitting and came over to give me a hug and kiss. He patted me on the back and said "It'll be ok, mommy".
If that were not enough to replace my tears of frustration with tears of joy, he then promptly walked to the bathroom. He returned with tissue and said "I wipe your tears, mommy" and had me bend down to do just that.
Talk about putting things in perspective! Screw work, my son is wonderful and so is my life!
Needless to say, our very observant and empathetic son noticed mommy was in distress. He promptly hopped down from where he was sitting and came over to give me a hug and kiss. He patted me on the back and said "It'll be ok, mommy".
If that were not enough to replace my tears of frustration with tears of joy, he then promptly walked to the bathroom. He returned with tissue and said "I wipe your tears, mommy" and had me bend down to do just that.
Talk about putting things in perspective! Screw work, my son is wonderful and so is my life!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
St. Patrick's Day at the Rosenau House
Long, long ago (ok, maybe not that long...) St. Patrick's day for Doug and I was about hitting some Irish bars with friends enjoying Irish beer... In more recent years, the St. Patrick's beer tour at Old Chicago was a staple for the whole first part of March.
This year we played outside with our son, who apparently
enjoyed starting his own St. Paddy's tradition.
enjoyed starting his own St. Paddy's tradition. 
For dinner we had corned beef and cabbage, made at home and shared as a family.
So, again, Happy St. Patrick's Day from the Rosenau's.
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY
Monday, March 16, 2009
Practically tropical!
It was a balmy 69 degrees by our house today...practically tropical! 
To celebrate we played outside before dinner and had fresh pineapple for dessert.
Yummy!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
There is such a thing as too much St. Paddy's...
A man stumbles up to the only other patron in a bar and asks if he could buy him a drink.“Why of course,” comes the reply.
The first man then asks: “Where are you from?” “I’m from Ireland,” replies the second man.
The first man responds: “You don’t say, I’m from Ireland too! Let’s have another round to Ireland.” “Of Course,” replies the second man.
Curious, the first man then asks: “Where in Ireland are you from?” “Dublin,” comes the reply. “I can’t believe it,” says the first man. “I’m from Dublin too! Let’s have another drink to Dublin.” “Of course,” replies the second man.
Curiosity again strikes and the first man asks: “What school did you go to?” “Saint Mary’s,” replies the second man. “I graduated in ‘62.” “This is unbelievable!” the first man says. “I went to Saint Mary’s and I graduated in ‘62, too!”
About that time in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar. “What’s been going on?” he asks the bartender. “Nothing much,” replies the bartender. “The O’Malley twins are drunk again.”
The first man then asks: “Where are you from?” “I’m from Ireland,” replies the second man.
The first man responds: “You don’t say, I’m from Ireland too! Let’s have another round to Ireland.” “Of Course,” replies the second man.
Curious, the first man then asks: “Where in Ireland are you from?” “Dublin,” comes the reply. “I can’t believe it,” says the first man. “I’m from Dublin too! Let’s have another drink to Dublin.” “Of course,” replies the second man.
Curiosity again strikes and the first man asks: “What school did you go to?” “Saint Mary’s,” replies the second man. “I graduated in ‘62.” “This is unbelievable!” the first man says. “I went to Saint Mary’s and I graduated in ‘62, too!”
About that time in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar. “What’s been going on?” he asks the bartender. “Nothing much,” replies the bartender. “The O’Malley twins are drunk again.”
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Heaven?
Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and says to the first man he meets, ‘Do you want to go to heaven?’ The man said, ‘I do, Father.’ The priest said, ‘Then stand over there against the wall.’
Then the priest asked the second man, ‘Do you want to go to heaven?’ ‘Certainly, Father,’ was the man’s reply. Then stand over there against the wall,’ said the priest.
Then Father Murphy walked up to O’Toole and said, ‘Do you want to go to heaven?’ O’Toole said, ‘No, I don’t Father.’ The priest said, ‘I don’t believe this. You mean to tell me that when you die you don’t want to go to heaven?’
O’Toole said, ‘Oh, when I die, yes. I thought you were getting a group together to go right now.’
Then the priest asked the second man, ‘Do you want to go to heaven?’ ‘Certainly, Father,’ was the man’s reply. Then stand over there against the wall,’ said the priest.
Then Father Murphy walked up to O’Toole and said, ‘Do you want to go to heaven?’ O’Toole said, ‘No, I don’t Father.’ The priest said, ‘I don’t believe this. You mean to tell me that when you die you don’t want to go to heaven?’
O’Toole said, ‘Oh, when I die, yes. I thought you were getting a group together to go right now.’
Monday, March 9, 2009
For Katie
This one is for my friend Katie, one of the luckiest parking spot finders I know...
Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn’t find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he said, ‘Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up me Irish whiskey.
Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Paddy looked up again and said, ‘Never mind, I found one.’
Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn’t find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he said, ‘Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up me Irish whiskey.
Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Paddy looked up again and said, ‘Never mind, I found one.’
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Irish First Aid
Flynn staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Mary. He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Flynn sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.
In the morning, Flynn woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Mary staring at him from across the room. She said, ‘You were drunk again last night weren’t you?’ Flynn said, ‘Why you say such a mean thing?’
‘Well,’ Mary said, ‘it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly…..it’s all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.
Managing not to yell, Flynn sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.
In the morning, Flynn woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Mary staring at him from across the room. She said, ‘You were drunk again last night weren’t you?’ Flynn said, ‘Why you say such a mean thing?’
‘Well,’ Mary said, ‘it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly…..it’s all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
A Last Request
Two Irishmen, Patrick Murphy and Shawn O’Brian grew up together and were lifelong friends.
But alas, Patrick developed cancer, and was dying. While on his deathbed, Patrick called to his buddy, Shawn, “O’Brian, come ‘ere. I ‘ave a request for ye.”
Shawn walked to his friend’s bedside and kneels.“Shawny ole boy, we’ve been friends all our lives, and now I’m leaving ‘ere. I ‘ave one last request fir ye to do.”
O’Brian burst into tears, “Anything Patrick, anything ye wish. It’s done.”
“Well, under me bed is a box containing a bottle of the finest whiskey in all of Ireland. Bottled the year I was born it was. After I die, and they plant me in the ground, I want you to pour that fine whiskey over me grave so it might soak into me bones and I’ll be able to enjoy it for all eternity.”
O’Brian was overcome by the beauty and in the true Irish spirit of his friend’s request, he asked, “Aye, tis a fine thing you ask of me, and I will pour the whiskey. But, might I strain it through me kidneys first?”
But alas, Patrick developed cancer, and was dying. While on his deathbed, Patrick called to his buddy, Shawn, “O’Brian, come ‘ere. I ‘ave a request for ye.”
Shawn walked to his friend’s bedside and kneels.“Shawny ole boy, we’ve been friends all our lives, and now I’m leaving ‘ere. I ‘ave one last request fir ye to do.”
O’Brian burst into tears, “Anything Patrick, anything ye wish. It’s done.”
“Well, under me bed is a box containing a bottle of the finest whiskey in all of Ireland. Bottled the year I was born it was. After I die, and they plant me in the ground, I want you to pour that fine whiskey over me grave so it might soak into me bones and I’ll be able to enjoy it for all eternity.”
O’Brian was overcome by the beauty and in the true Irish spirit of his friend’s request, he asked, “Aye, tis a fine thing you ask of me, and I will pour the whiskey. But, might I strain it through me kidneys first?”
Friday, March 6, 2009
A contribution...
This bit of humor was contributed from my friend Katie. That got me thinking...if anyone out there has a good bit of Irish/Catholic/St.Paddy's day humor and you are willing to share, please send it to me at dm-rosenau@q.com and if it makes me laugh I'll post it as the humor for the day!
Here's something most of you will enjoy:
An attractive blonde from Dublin arrived at the casino and bet twenty thousand dollars on a single roll of the dice. She said, "I hope you don't mind, but I feel much luckier when I'm completely nude." With that, she stripped from the neck down, rolled the dice and yelled, "Come on, baby, Mama needs new clothes!"
As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up and down and squealed "YES, YES, I WON, I WON!" She hugged each of the dealers and then picked up her winnings and her clothes and quickly departed.
The dealers stared at each other dumbfounded. Finally, one of them asked,"What did she roll?" The other answered, "I don't know - I thought you were watching."
MORAL OF THE STORY... Not all Irish are stupid; not all blondes are dumb; but all men are men.
Here's something most of you will enjoy:
An attractive blonde from Dublin arrived at the casino and bet twenty thousand dollars on a single roll of the dice. She said, "I hope you don't mind, but I feel much luckier when I'm completely nude." With that, she stripped from the neck down, rolled the dice and yelled, "Come on, baby, Mama needs new clothes!"
As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up and down and squealed "YES, YES, I WON, I WON!" She hugged each of the dealers and then picked up her winnings and her clothes and quickly departed.
The dealers stared at each other dumbfounded. Finally, one of them asked,"What did she roll?" The other answered, "I don't know - I thought you were watching."
MORAL OF THE STORY... Not all Irish are stupid; not all blondes are dumb; but all men are men.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
URGENT: Please pray for a friend
Please pray for a little girl named Lynnea and her family. I have posted about Lynnea before, she is the youngest daughter of Tina and Corey Callison who I used to work with at Bar None. Shortly after being home from the hospital after her Halloween birthday, it ws discovered that she had significant heart issues and she has spent most of her infancy in the hospital. She took a turn for the worst tonight and needs your prayers.
Why the Irish should take over the world
Three guys, one Irish, one English, and one Scottish, are out walking along the beach together one day. They come across a lantern and a Genie pops out of it.
“I will give you each one wish, that’s three wishes in total”, says the Genie.
The Scottish guy says, “I am a fisherman, my Dad’s a fisherman, his Dad was a fisherman and my son will be one too. I want all the oceans full of fish for all eternity.” So, with a blink of the Genie’s eye FOOM! the oceans were teaming with fish.
The Englishman was amazed, so he said, “I want a wall around England, protecting her, so that no one will get in for all eternity.” Again, with a blink of the Genie’s eye POOF! there was a huge wall around England.
The Irishman asks, “I’m very curious. Please tell me more about this wall.” The Genie explains, “well, it’s about 150 feet high, 50 feet thick, protecting England so that nothing can get in or out.”
The Irishman says, “Fill it up with water.”
“I will give you each one wish, that’s three wishes in total”, says the Genie.
The Scottish guy says, “I am a fisherman, my Dad’s a fisherman, his Dad was a fisherman and my son will be one too. I want all the oceans full of fish for all eternity.” So, with a blink of the Genie’s eye FOOM! the oceans were teaming with fish.
The Englishman was amazed, so he said, “I want a wall around England, protecting her, so that no one will get in for all eternity.” Again, with a blink of the Genie’s eye POOF! there was a huge wall around England.
The Irishman asks, “I’m very curious. Please tell me more about this wall.” The Genie explains, “well, it’s about 150 feet high, 50 feet thick, protecting England so that nothing can get in or out.”
The Irishman says, “Fill it up with water.”
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I'm Catholic, so I can post this
Paddy was in New York. He was patiently waiting and watching the traffic cop on a busy street crossing. The cop stopped the flow of traffic and shouted, ‘Okay, pedestrians.’ Then he’d allow the traffic to pass. He’d done this several times, and Paddy still stood on the sidewalk. After the cop had shouted, ‘Pedestrians!’ for the tenth time, Paddy went over to him and said, ‘Is it not about time ye let the Catholics across?’
Sunday, March 1, 2009
A new sport for the Winter Olympics?
Is it summer yet?
Unfortunately the answer is no, and we are all getting a little Cabin Fever at the Rosenau house. Although there are plenty places to go and things to do, we miss being outside in our yard and at the park.
So, we've taken to a new sport. Snow golf.
Yes, that's right. The golf clubs are baaaaack.....although perhaps we ought to find some colored golf balls. Nah, hunting in the snow for the white ball is half the fun.
Giving the word "divet" a whole new meaning...
Unfortunately the answer is no, and we are all getting a little Cabin Fever at the Rosenau house. Although there are plenty places to go and things to do, we miss being outside in our yard and at the park.
Snowpants, winter hat, and a golf club?
So, we've taken to a new sport. Snow golf.
Yes, that's right. The golf clubs are baaaaack.....although perhaps we ought to find some colored golf balls. Nah, hunting in the snow for the white ball is half the fun.
Giving the word "divet" a whole new meaning...
Happy St. Patrick's Day...almost
I have a legitimate right to enjoy St. Patrick's day...even though only by a small percent. My maternal grandfather has some Irish background, so that has always been good enough for me.
Even before I fell in love with Guinness, I enjoyed St. Paddy's day. I remember each St. Patricks day while I was in elementary school I would bring a special treat to share with the class. Although some of the treat changed, each year each child in my grade at Buffalo Lake elementary was guaranteed a shamrock sticker and those Andes mints (which I still adore). I think I even continued that into Middle School, although by then we were switching classrooms so I chose whichever class had the most of my close friends in....
St. Patrick's day is a great holiday and is truly one of my favorites. There is no pressure to buy gifts, no required family get togethers, no pressure to have a "special someone" to share it with, and no leftover bags of candy in the house (unless you want it there). Plus, did I mention the Guinness?
Anyway, to celebrate this most wonderful of holidays, I hope to regularly post a little Irish humor to brighten each day.
Enjoy:
An Irish priest is driving down to New York and gets stopped for speeding in Connecticut . The state trooper smells alcohol on the priest’s breath and then sees an empty wine bottle on the floor of the car.He says, ‘Sir, have you been drinking?’‘Just water,’ says the priest.The trooper says, ‘Then why do I smell wine?’ The priest looks at the bottle and says, ‘Good Lord! He’s done it again!’
Even before I fell in love with Guinness, I enjoyed St. Paddy's day. I remember each St. Patricks day while I was in elementary school I would bring a special treat to share with the class. Although some of the treat changed, each year each child in my grade at Buffalo Lake elementary was guaranteed a shamrock sticker and those Andes mints (which I still adore). I think I even continued that into Middle School, although by then we were switching classrooms so I chose whichever class had the most of my close friends in....
St. Patrick's day is a great holiday and is truly one of my favorites. There is no pressure to buy gifts, no required family get togethers, no pressure to have a "special someone" to share it with, and no leftover bags of candy in the house (unless you want it there). Plus, did I mention the Guinness?
Anyway, to celebrate this most wonderful of holidays, I hope to regularly post a little Irish humor to brighten each day.
Enjoy:
An Irish priest is driving down to New York and gets stopped for speeding in Connecticut . The state trooper smells alcohol on the priest’s breath and then sees an empty wine bottle on the floor of the car.He says, ‘Sir, have you been drinking?’‘Just water,’ says the priest.The trooper says, ‘Then why do I smell wine?’ The priest looks at the bottle and says, ‘Good Lord! He’s done it again!’
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