Home Again, Home Again Jiggety-Jig.

We're nestled in our mountain home again. 

Surrounded by piles.
Unpacked duffels, baskets of laundry, school books, snow clothes,
boxes of Christmas decorations, boots by the door and wet mittens dripping ice-melt and snow
into puddles on the floor...
Wood piled up by the stove - consumed in a half-day - and restocked again.

Jackets on the window bench, next to the diaper-bag left there exactly as it was plumped down three days ago.
A few newly-bought storage containers and boxed shelves waiting assemblage...
...near the diaper bag...
...and the jackets...
...using up the last remaining seat on that same window bench.

Vacuum out.  Washing machine in progress.  Dryer too, which makes a bit of a din when added
to the hum of generator, wrestling boys, teething baby, daughter humming,
and something sizzling on the kitchen stove.
Christmas music.

But Christmas music - every genre of jolly, haunting, sweet, inspiring Christmas music - plays softly
behind the cacophony setting a joyous tone...a festive mood...preparing us for celebration!
Strands of lights unravel, bubbly juice put to chill,
evergreen scents fill the air with the entrance of our freshly-cut Idaho tree.

I stop the sorting, the unpacking, the putting away....
to get out the baubles, to hang up a lantern, to light a candle.  I add to the mess, the din, the fun...
weaving lights into tree boughs, stirring agave into 5 mugs of peppermint tea, getting out the Nativity.
Ignoring the piles.

Life gets away from me... one day at a time.  There's much catching up to do, to say, to show; but that will
have to come between the attacking of piles.
If I can slip it in between scissoring, gluing, stitching, and flying glitter,
story reading, advent creating, Birthday party decorating for Jesus!
And over sips of something Christmas-y.
I've missed you :-)

Problem Solved.

While folding laundry in the cozy guest bedroom of my folks-in-love home

one of my two daughters ask me:

"Mom, why do you want Olivia and I to stay in the room with you?"

to which I answer

"Because I need your help... and want your company."

and without batting an eye, Olivia offers this:

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Susanna can be the help.

...and I'll be the company."

heartfull thanksgiving

delightful
precious
moments

sparkles
on the shimmering pool
of time


























one moment to cherish
that one unmatched, irreplaceable, dreamlike moment
beheld of mine eye

tucked safely away
in hearts embrace
to recall at any time

loving dear ones. family by bond of blood, or through marriage. these are my friends.
remembering times together
and having many many reasons...

 to thank Jesus.

My Side

Whada week!

15 hours drive
7 children
0 husband
1 mocha for 1 crazy me.
We made it, are alive, and have retrieved husband.
All is well.  Very well.

Some sleep would be nice :-)

Clever

Have you ever come up with an idea that's original? Or solve a problem that had you stumped?
When you had that "Ah-ha" moment, did you think to yourself (or even out-loud):
"BOY! Am I CLEVER!"
You haven't?

I've been wanting a banner or something over my bed.
I also had these great metal letters waiting for a home.
I rummaged up some wire and a couple hooks, had planned
to punch a holes in the corners, but each letter already had two
hangers attached to the back.  Strung the wire through; made a loop
at each end by twisting the wire, and hung.  Viola!
I am CLEVER!

I wonder if that's how God felt when he completed each glorious piece of creation?
You know how He said "It is good"?
I bet that was kinda like "I Am CLEVER!"

It was sure nice of Him to share a small spark of His creativity with us.
He is CLEVER! And Creative!  And Marvelous!!!

And I think I know how He felt :-)

There're some things I want to remember

Will I?
Probably not.  I can't even remember what I open the fridge for lately.
But Bryce?  The sayings of Bryce are worth plumbing the depths of my memory
(my memory becomes a murky deep after only hours... or less).

I am of the belief
that life would be about perfect if I could keep
a 2 year-old boy in my home for all time!

Here's why:

"Shall we go get Aliyah Mom?"

"Hi Aliyah!  You wake up?"

"Would'jue fill my cup please?"

"I don't LIKE potatoes."

"Will you help me open this mom?"

I'm duhnna do dit my drankie!"

"Can I go outside?"

"Dat's a RAY-ben Daddy."
"Yes Bryce, that is a raven.  Can you say 'Ray-VEN'?"
"I don't want to say... raven."

"Can you tickle me Daddy?"

These sayings and thoughts spatter bright splashes of color on our days,
and the big brothers and sisters are able to grin with me
as our eyes meet over the fuzzy little head of our favorite wee man!

He adores (and I do mean that) adores his tiny sister.  He notices the
moment she enters the room on my arm, and then grabs her attention
with a hearty laugh and a cheer!  It's a piece of  Heaven I tell you.
These are the good ol' days, and I will miss them when they pass.

Yesterday I went outside for a "few" minutes.
I left Susie and Olie in charge.
I returned to hear tales of the littlest brother sitting at the table eating Big Sis's candy suckers.
(I guess a "few" minutes was "enough" minutes)
What did I say to that?

Good for him.

And maybe that ncident will create some special motivation for actually watching our little booger
when I put them girls in charge.
That could be nice :-)

I call this one: "Bugletts in Leaves"

Sisters

just a regular day

still in jams

hair all a muss

bright eyes

holding-tight arms

tiny clasping hands

i love you secrets whispered

giggles exchanged

smiles for momma.........

my girls

sisters.

I might be little, but...

Clayton had something Bryce wanted.  Bryce sounded some unpleasant demands.

I instructed Bryce to ask his big brother for it nicely:  "May I please have that Clay?"

As he gave me "The Eye" I encouraged:  "May I please have that Clayton?"

Nothing.

I turned to Clayton and gave him permission to keep his belonging:  

"You don't have to give it to him." [just because he asks]

I then take up again with Bryce:  "say 'May I please have that Clayton?'"

Looking up at me through those long eyelashes he said in a barely audible voice:

"I don't have to say it Mommy."

That's when I had to leave.
It's not a helpful training maneuver to laugh at small dissenters!