Tuesday, January 17, 2012

It hardly gets better than this!


We had the privilege of friends who wanted to share a week of our lives recently.
They braved the winter and ice - for there hadn't been a fresh snow in many days,
but ice we had in abundance.
They mastered use of the cabin heater
and hunkered down under blankets when it was necessary.  
Tromp back and forth from cabin to house they did, to join us for life, and tea, and generous portions of 
fellowship spiced with conversation in all it's colorful hues.  Then tromped back again
to the guest quarters to nap, to rest, to silence,
and perhaps escape from our gusto for a while.

How rich we are.  How blessed in our friendships.  How thankful.
In these interactions, these days and moments, we are reminded that 
this truly is 
 a little piece of Heaven.

 

Marvel Hill Wonderland

We wondered when the winter would come.
It has.


























Oh to be cozied in with fire-warmth and hot tea!  Even school is an inspiration when we can wrap
ourselves in blankets while we read together.  The snow started up yesterday evening, and is adding inches
as I sit here typing.  The boys completed their assignments in double-time so they could get out and
"dig paths" in the deep powder. My littlest ones are supposed to be napping.  They were sleepy today
and I reminded them to look out their windows at the treetops bowed over, and count the falling flakes.
It's a mesmerizing business looking up into a sky of flurrying whiteness!
























































What are we looking at here, rip-roaring fire? Or the face in front of it all?
Now that's a silly question!





























Red Rooibos Red Roobos, might I love you so well?  Possibly if blended with hints of Vanilla... mmm...

 Snow shoes on the guest cabin deck
behind the falling snow, and awaiting to trod out new adventure!


Hell-Oooo Unc!


































Anyway, all this to say:  "Quite nice" and to show you why I think so.
Yes, quite nice indeed.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Thank You Shirley Temple.

This beautiful daughter of mine has the gift of moving to music.  
Of moving with music.

She and music... 
they reach beyond physical boundaries and scoff at natural laws of nature 
twirling together
intertwining
until it becomes difficult to distinguish one from the other.  

Ear-tickling sounds morph
seamlessly into fluid, liquid-like steps, sways, and nods.

She is not like me.
I am not like that.

Her arms sway gracefully.  Her waist and wrists too, in coordinated agreement 
with the instrumental ebb and flow..

How can I encourage this so-foreign-to-me gifting?  
I don't know, but I realize that there is something here I don't understand.  

I want to see it blossom, 
for it is lovely.
And I am honored to belong to her... my dancing girl.


Reintroduction of the charming  
Olivia Honor!


Saturday, January 7, 2012

Truly Saturday

Sittin' in the car this Saturday late aftrnoon.
ridin' around town with my Love and all the buglets, avoiding the bracing cold OUTSIDE the vehicle.  Randy Travis and Hank Williams sernade us while daddy runs into Home Depot.  It's nice to be doing absolutely nothing... and I'm enjoying it fully!
It happens that I need an excuse to play with this handheld compter AJ passed down to me, so let's make this a really fun Saturday-mobile-blogging-experiment, and I'll leave you with a high quality photo (taken with my handy-dandy device) that will make you smile :-)


Thursday, January 5, 2012

a study in pink


































beautiful pink pixie
teething pixie not-so-smiling pixie
brother-proclaimed "best friend" and it's already so true.
talking baby gibberish that everyone wants to translate
"do you want me?  do you need this?  can i kiss you little sis?"
very gifted little girl, given cars and dinosaurs and fingernail polish,
train parts, stretchy lizard toys, rubber snake or hair brush.
every now and then "do you want a bite of my carrot? my cracker? my candy cane?"
watchful eyes are needed when your adoring fans are near.
but watching isn't work when the subject is you.
sweet, darling pixie.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Saturday, December 31, 2011

The last day

This day may have been the last day of this year 2011 -and we made a holiday of it for sure-
but in all the days of my life, it was counted merely as one more day undeserved by me,
gifted freely and with no obligation by a God who favors me . every . breath . I take!
I celebrate this day on its own merit.  Without pomp.  Without circumstance.  Without any special note except...

Except that I lived it!

Thank you Lord.
And Lord, let each new day your favor me with be embraced as possibly the last.  And be glorified!










































































































































































Welcome to the coming days of 2012!

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Fit for a King


























It's been a quiet Christmas season.  It slipped upon us before I was ready, and when I acknowledged it's
presence I felt compelled to "do" everything on my imaginary list.
Last year we did it all.  We were home the whole month of December and I didn't let a day get by us without
some project or other.  This year?

This year I am learning to let go of my plans.  To celebrate Jesus in enjoying my children.  Being willing to let
my "fun-project-that-you're-going-to-love" go, if they'd rather play monopoly in front of the warm wood
stove and in view of the tree lights.  I've had to ask myself  "Who is all this doing for?" and  
"Why does it matter if we do it, or that we do it this week? Even this month?"   
I want to make memories with the children, and I want to take advantage of this annual opportunity to
remember the birth of my Savior.  I want to savor every savory scent, the soft lights on short dark days,
to make things for people and try every recipe, and craft that inspires me.......

I can't do it all.  There aren't enough days, and the ones I have aren't long enough.  I guess that's actually
something to be thankful for - a season in which I crave long days - many people are plodding through days
that seem endless as they bear some burden or another.  I'm thankful that my days are short because we're
having fun.  We are.  We're having fun, and when I feel guilty about all the things'n'stuff that we aren't doing
I remind myself of that.
We're having fun resting, playing, creating, baking, listening, sniffing, tasting, and just being together.
Nothing spectacular this year. No monumental traditions built with care and planning.
But we are having fun.
And we remember Jesus! 

The stars pictured above were a new thing for us.  They were delightfully easy, inexpensive, and I think
they're rather lovely on the windows!  Olivia has been the one to sit down and get creative with me,
and that girl can follow-through like nobodies five-year-old-business!  She watches, picks it right up,
and plows forward, working out the kinks on her own.  She really impresses me.

Today the other three bigg'uns made one star apiece.  That was enough.  For today anyway.
I have to say that I  am hooked.  It's like instant quilting gratification!  You can buy colored wrapping
tissue at your local dollar store (we had two packages equaling roughly 10 colors to choose from).
We've only used one sheet of each color and have made 10 stars I think?  There must be millions of
stars-worth of paper in those 2 dollars we spent!  Here is the tutorial we used  for our Tissue Paper Stars.
I highly recommend using a knife to cut the tissue as suggested in the tutorial - it made easy work of
chopping our paper down to size.  Each sheet of tissue is square, so it can be folded in half, cut, and folded 
again, and cut again and so forth until you reach the square or rectangle size you want.  I keep imagining
new color combinations and sizes and patterns I want to try....hm..............
Do please tell me if you try these stars yourself, and if (like Olivia and I) you thought them fit for a Kings
Birthday celebration!

Saturday, December 17, 2011

"Mom, Yer my Buddy!"


































4 little words exuberantly uttered in the dark, after handing him "Drankie", tucking a fuzzy fleece all 'round him,
and placing his cup nearby.  The sturdy ticking lump in my chest is forever affected and reduced to a
puddle of goo.  I could die happy and content. right. now.
Those delicious little words make up for every struggle that ever came before tonight,
and will probably cover a multitude of sins for many days (and possibly years) to come :-)

It was a long day.  A good and productive day.  A fun day.
I loaded 7 Bugletts into our snow-worthy 4x4 and hit the town!  We left at 10:30 this morning, and pulled
into the driveway tonight after 8pm.  Whew!
What transpired between those times were as follows:
Christmas shopping,
12 cheeseburgers
Birthday shopping for Clay
A Salted Caramel Mocha for me
6 Peppermint Hot Chocolates for 6 Bugs
Grocery shopping,
A lot of getting into and out of the truck (which may have accounted for several hours of  our time)
Nursing the baby.  3 times.

We encountered numerous raised eyebrows over the course of the day, and none of them pertaining to
the box of glass ornaments we bumped off a shelf, or the 2 hot chocolates we lost on the grocery
store floor before leaving the produce section.

Note to self: experiment was a success.
I now know why 
it was against my better judgement 
to let the kids sip hot chocolate 
while I shopped.

Lesson learned.

One grandfatherly fellow and his elderly mother leaning upon arm, got a real kick out of watching us
through the store ad I'm sure we were good entertainment for them.  Their pleasure about made my day!
Upon meeting up with his wife, I overheard the tickled two as they pointed us out to her:
"She has seven children!"  They exclaimed in admiring awe.

 The mans wife promptly turned and took a headcount, and
smiling with genuine warmth and sincerity she said to my crew
 "I wish I had seven children just. like. you."

 Loaded to the gills, 6 bananas later and another Mocha for ol' mom, a take-and-bake pizza for dinner
stacked precariously on top of the dollar store bags (which were strategically plopped on top
of the groceries), with Christmas carols turned full volume... we turned toward home.
 It was a long day (9+ hours).
A good and productive day (see: full truck, content children, sane mother)
A fun day too.  I really thought it couldn't get better!
But good-night hugs from long-legged big bugs, and 4 little words from my Bryce-boy....
no.  I'm pretty certain it doesn't get any better :-)

Friday, December 16, 2011

Does he really need a head?


































And if so, how are we going to get it up there?