Promised Moose

Out our kitchen window past the Aladin lamp on the sill...
a Moose.  
















You can see how Olivia thought it was a Horse.  It does look rather similar, but... we were above it in elevation.
If seen from the same level plane, I'm pretty sure that she would have appeared her right and gangly size: LARGE.

Due to a CD recommended by Uncle Gordon and given to the kiddos by Gramsie, whenever we see a Moose we now break out in song!
Yes, we ARE a little zany.  But then... did I need to tell you that?

*FYI (CD is called "Moose Tunes" and our favorite song is "A Moose With A Cowlick")
Shauna, Lauren, Christabelle, I think you need this ;-)

He Bought Me Pie

Driving from Here to There we made an unexpected detour (unexpected to me) to a local restaurant where my Great Guy went in and came out carrying a pie box.

We were on our way to dinner with some friends and I supposed that my husband had been tasked with picking up dessert, but nay, that was not the case.

Facts be known, upon embarking our mode of transportation he handed me the box and said:

"This isn't for tonight.  

I got it for you and I to share."

At that moment I was delighted, but am now sorry to admit that the romance of the gesture didn't completely sink in until three days and six Berry-filled slices later.

It had been a surprise. 
A treat meant just for the two of us, and with sick kiddos we could easily justify being so selfish.

So what we did, was cut two slices and sit at the kitchen table together after the breakfast rush.

And then two more slices on the upstairs porch while having a heart-to-heart.  That piece took longer to eat than the first, and the scrumptiousness of a couple bites were unfortunately lost on my taste buds.  That piece was the most precious though. The time accompanying it was very dear.

The last two pieces were cut somewhat unequal.  What was left in the pan looked pretty tiny and I just wanted to savor a taste, so after the Buglets were tucked into bed we indulged, Beloved receiving the larger of the last two nibbles.

Three dates out of one pie!  How neat is that?
I never knew a boxed pie could be so romantic. 

*Sigh*

Marvelous marvelous Idaho...

Dear Friends,
I am alive!

It's just that Marvel Hill has more to keep me busy and even busy having fun than three lifetimes worth of activity anywhere else.
Thanks Gals, for your kind words and encouragement.
We arrived on Thursday  April 15th, and this is the first opportunity I've had to crack my computer.  The children got sick before we left, and still have juicy coughs.  We braved Pink Eye, and Croup in the last week (thank us for not stopping to see you Sarah!), and let me tell you, it was hard work keeping the girls indoors!  Olivia even slipped past me on day and stole out to see Dad "on her way to the outhouse".  Ahem.
They have wanted to be out playing SO BADLY and I can't say I blame them.  In fact, when I make a morning trek to the john, I am often tempted to to "steal away", sit in the sunshine and not return to the morning's chores!

I think most my readers have followed us in the journey of purchasing this 20 acre piece of land in the panhandle of Idaho; if not, you can read about it and see pictures under the label "Idaho".  There will certainly be pictures to come if we get faster Internet (coming soon...), but you will have to put up with words tonight because I have more interesting things to do than wait  ten years for pictures to upload!

Brief status on things up here:
No snow, Spring is beginning to spring!  One day there is sunshine and up over 70 degree weather, and another day will be a cool day with rain - cold enough to heat the house.

While we were gone all the gas was plumbed up which means that our stove and fridge are operational (who gets to "fire up" their refrigerator? - we actually light a pilot underneath!), and that the four new wall mounted gas lights are giving us light in the evenings. Whoopeeeee!

Additionally all the water has been plumbed in to the house.  This is spectacular news, but perhaps not exactly what you'd imagine.  So far we only have one sink (so WHO CARES!  I don't do dishes in the dark or snow anymore!!), and that sink only has cold water (again I say SO WHAT?  I have a six burner Wolf range across from it to heat pots of water which I didn't have to hike outside to retrieve.)
So... yes, we still shower on the porch using  a 2 gallon Coleman shower.
Yes we will have a washing machine before long,
and the tub/shower will be usable.
Also another sink and vanity in the "Pantry" for washing hands and brushing teeth.
All this and HOT WATER to boot!

Everything looks good in the house although I spotted a MOUSE on my counter not two days after I had washed EVE*RY*THING on it!  Thankfully for me, I married a smart and able man who bagged that mouse for me by the very next morning.
All's well in that department.

Outdoors, we had a pad cleared for a pole barn or shop.  We also hired a contractor to do some earth work and put in t a nice gravel driveway.  Progress was made up to a point, but we called a halt when the rock kept sinking into the muck and only nine truckloads of gravel had been delivered.
We'll see our gumption is still in tact when the ground drys out.  We hate to spend money on ROCK.

I told you that the water is plumbed to the house, but that includes a lot of trenching and pipe-laying that was accomplished.  When our dirt-guy couldn't make it up again for a couple weeks, he offered to let AJ use his Back Hoe (if you can imagine a little boy getting a BB gun for Christmas...), so AJ has been moving some boulders to various parts of the yard.  Our campfire pit now has some awesomely big rocks around it!

Our New Neighbors arrived this evening.  That's our biggest news of the day!  They looked tired out but glad to be done driving :-)  Can't wait to see what they do next.  Their living arrangements leave a little to be desired as well, but Char and Hannah are seasoned users of  the under appreciated virtue: INGENUITY.
Not many people leave their childhood home with most their worldly possessions in tow - including (but not limited to) 2 dogs, a couple goats, and chickens.  Their venture will entertain me immensely!  

In the area of wildlife I have been thrilled to see many Robbins already!  I haven't seen any up here the last two years we've been here.
Our trash was hauled out of a covered bin and carried into the woods where it was picked apart and sorted.  I assume that was a small bear.
There were some tracks under the deck - a fox maybe?  And the boys found some cat prints in the mud behind the house.  They were a bit larger than a house cat, and deeply imprinted.  We think possibly a bobcat.
Best one so far, was Olivia standing on a kitchen chair looking past me and Dad out the window.  She said "Hey LOOK!  A HORSE!!"
Just outside was a hungry MOOSE munching the new growth on a forest shrub.

YEEE-HAW!  We're in IDAHO now!!!
 
So anyway... who wants to visit?  I've had some big talkers, but I'm serious folks!  We'd LOVE to see you.
We're working on guest arrangements, but certainly we'll have some sweet accommodations on our fabulous upstairs porch - VERY SAFE from the wildlife with a great view of it all!  I bait the hook...

Looking forward to posting some pictures for you (in my spare time HA!), and looking forward to hearing from any of you thrill-seekers looking for Summer adventure!

Marvel Hill,

You did not disappoint.

~Momma Bug.
  Over and out.

To: Marvel Hill, Far North Idaho

 Dear Marvel Hill, 

We are on our way!

I hope you are starting to show signs of Spring, but not too much.  

I want to arrive in plenty of time to plant a garden, 

and to see the Fern unfurl.  

I'm also very curious if the Roses and Hydrangeas we planted took root and if they have, 

are they still upright?  

Or have they been obliterated by the new driveway going in.  

I know what tractor work does to a beautiful yard.  

Hmph.  

Did I hear correctly that my sink is plumbed in?  

What else is new?  I can't wait to see it all - every little bit!

Anyway dear Marvel, be patient.  

We're loading up and fueling the van as I write.  

Everyone is itching to head North, 

and there is much talk of what tree and fort, and garden seeds will be priorities.  

Much love to you!

Love,

Me

Aunties are the salt of the earth

A Good Lesson For the Momma

I wanted them to perform tonight.

That was my first mistake.

The second one was feeding them ice cream.

I'm fairly sure that I got my just desserts; after all, I should have known how it would play out.  

They were as five puppies running around with their tongues hanging out, panting to be played with, and wagging their tails behind them.

They weren't being naughty, just a bit out of control.

They were even having fun and no one was crying!

I had to raise my voice to be heard over the din.

"Shoes on! Stand by the door!"  I hollered.

I have not yet learned the art of graciously surrendering when I am beat.

Tonight...

I was beat.

Let this be a lesson to me:

It's not about how their performance reflects upon me, 

rather how my performance reflects upon the Lord.

That and: 

when hoping for a good performance, don't feed them ice cream for heaven sakes!

Happened upon this picture tonight...

...And it made me smile.


























I love you friend!

Egg Hunt at Grannys

These taken at Granny's a little over a week ago.  Carolina carried her little basket full of plastic eggs around for the duration of our visit.  Just goes to show that chiluns don't need much to entertain!!
(Will I remember that when it's time to purge the toys in Idaho this Summer?)

Happy Resurrection Sunday!

Ours had a curve ball thrown at it.

No Easter Lunch.
No Easter Egg hunt, which was partially due to
No warm sunny rays gleaming on the dew drops.
No dew drops (due to copious amounts of rain).
No Gramsie (who was sick)
No cousins (they didn't want Gramsie's sickness)
and finally
No Daddy.

That's o.k. we know how to roll with the punches!
Quarantined to the bedroom because we didn't want Gramsie's sickness either:

We read Mathew and Luke's account of Jesus' resurrection - we especially love the part where Jesus walks and talks to his desciples on the road to Emaus!
We watched some movies on the laptop,
Had pic-nicks on the bedroom floor,
Played Chicken Foot (domino's),
Watched more movies,
Had more pic-nicks...
Generally made good use of a lazy, rainy, weekend day together.  Thanking our Heavenly Father for His mercies - they are new every morning!

Now.
If everyone will * just * stay * well...



*(Picture of AJ and Carolina at Rio Del Mar last weekend)

Sleep-Shmeep, also titled: Sleep is Highly Overrated

One night earlier in the week I was up late.
Unintentionally.
In fact, I had actually climbed into bed early for a change,
and the baby cried.
And cried.
It was a night in which a distressed toddler woke in need of post-midnight hugs.
It was a night in which an older child slept hard and didn't make it to the toilet.


The crying baby required a bit of walking (on my part) while being cradled in my arms, so through a dark I house I walked, and landed myself on the porch.

Have you ever stood under Wisteria on a warm moonlit night?

I discovered something:

Quieting a bundle of baby where the sweet scent of Wisteria tickles ones senses may be one of life's pleasantest apologies.

Not that life has anything to apologize to me for, it's just that moonlight and Wisteria almost make up for being waked three times (plus several nursings) after midnight.

You know, I realize that getting up in the night is part of my job description.  And I also realize that my getting up is related to normal child-hood inconveniences and not under duress of a terminally ill baby.
That is much to be thankful for.
My getting up in the night is because my husband is sleeping soundly, resting his body for another day of work where he will once again provide for his family's needs, not because I have no husband.
My getting up in the night is a labor of love.  An opportunity to die to self, and to bless my little ones; to bless my tired husband.

I am used to very little sleep by now.  One day it will be a shock when I sleep those hours in uninterrupted segments.
Unfortunately when those days come, I won't have such a precious reason to stand on the porch in the moonlight breathing the soft scents of Wisteria.
That's rather a sad reflection.

So on second thought;

Dear Life,

I am a very content woman.

No need to apologize.

...Unless you want to give me moonlight and Wisteria.

That I'll gladly accept!

Love,

Analene