I am feeling restful and content.
Rich got home safely last night at about 9pm. We snuggled in bed and I tucked myself up next to him, with his arm around me and I talked….and talked….and talked…until he was twitching and I knew that I lost him to dreamland. He said this morning that it was very comforting to hear me talking, like a bedtime story. I had gathered as much, I put him right to sleep. I felt like I could have talked for hours but I stopped myself and just thought thoughts instead. It was so good to have him back where he belonged.
And this evening, now that we’ve had our special lasagna/fresh baked bread/spinach/fresh strawberries for dinner, I ran to the office and said, “NO ONE FOLLOW ME, STAY WITH YOUR DAD!!” and it feels so good to not be in charge, and to just sit and type and know that he is downstairs, gently reading to his little gang. Perhaps they will fall asleep to his voice, or perhaps who am I kidding?
Random photo, a special way to make maple cupcakes: add a tiny pool of syrup to the top of the icing:
A work in progress. A long time of progress. Like, 20 years of work in progress:
It’s finally happening. I have been working on this flannel patchwork quilt since I was Ethan’s age. I guess I’ve loved the feel and warmth of flannel always, and one day I decided I would make a quilt of it. I took all my mom’s flannel scraps and started cutting out rough, uneven squares with no template.
Somehow my dear Great Grandma (who has since passed away) found out I was making it, and she helped me get started doing it the right way. She made me a template out of plastic, a perfect square, and had me re-cut all my pieces. I shopped at fabric stores for more flannel and I started sewing it together at her house, sitting at her machine. The memory of that will always always stay with me. I felt comfortable with her. She didn’t talk much, didn’t hover, she was quiet but she was there. The fact that I am finally, after all these years, finishing the work we started together, is so meaningful to me. It’s absolutely her quilt, too. I love you, Grandma.
The top has been shut in a box for years. About a month ago, I started thinking about it and announced to myself, “The top is DONE. It’s time to just finish it.” I had wanted it to be bigger but now I am thanking my lucky stars that it’s not. I’m wishing it were smaller. I am not enjoying the last steps at all….all the tying is so tedious, I can see why quilting bees were formed, honestly. I look up after tying like four ties and I groan and think, “It’s never going to end!”
I’m dramatic at times.
But I will get this DONE and I will be so so happy when I do!
Caleb has been wanting to go to “the real” Sturbridge Village. The last time we went, we only shopped in the bookstore for like 15 minutes and then went home. It was a huge let down for Caleb. The REAL village has a play center. Animals. Walking outside. Water. Barns. ETC. So, when the sun started shining this morning, and the little man came in to ask me, “Can we go to the real Sturbridge Village today?” I looked at the clock, decided it wouldn’t hurt to go just for a little while, and said, “Okay. Let’s go.”
“Thank you so much for asking me YES!” he said, with a hug.
Jacob and I both took pictures today.
I am always inspired by their wallpaper that they use in the houses.
For instance, I could sit here and stare at this picture for a long time. It’s that blue wallpaper.
Then we have sights like this next one. It kinda makes you wonder. Did God actually create some creatures just to make us laugh? These turkeys were just amazing. What’s with the long flap of skin over their beaks? The gobbled a lot at us, and we laughed right back at them.
Caleb and Grace got to feed the chickens.
And before I could bat an eye my big boys were handling sharp metal objects. I want you all to know, that even though I was tempted many times, I DID NOT SAY BE CAREFUL NOT ONCE.
I wasn’t as worried about Jacob. He was sawing with this nice man:
But, Ethan. He was using AN AXE THAT COULD POSSIBLY EMBED ITSELF INTO FLESH. And he was determined to chop the piece of wood down the middle. He swung, hit the top,and the wood fell off the stump that it was on top of. (repeat about 15 times) Finally he got the axe deep enough in the wood and he would just lift and slam, lift and slam…..it was taking a very long time. I wanted to say, “Ethan. Forget it let’s go.” BUT I DIDN’T say it.
And I’ll tell you what, this boy was proud when he finally split that piece of wood. I am thanking God, sincerely, with all my heart, that I just stood and watched and did not get in the way of something that ended up being a proud achievement for Ethan. He smiled and breathed and we walked off (while he bounced), listening to him talk, making plans to split wood at home. He knows he can do it.
Mr. Caleb, who had a very nice day. And happily wore his sneakers on the wrong feet the whole time.
And that was that! A short trip, because we have a membership and I didn’t feel bad about just doing a little bit this time. Besides, we were hungry and ready for some lunch. All that chopping wood works up quite the appetite. We ate out together and then headed home. I picked up stuff for lasagna at the store to make Rich an extra nice dinner…..I’ve been on my feet a lot today (feeling better finally!!) and it’s nice to be at the end of a beautiful, full, productive day.
Well, I think Rich has the children to bed for the night (an early bedtime for all!) so I better go relax with my man.
Thanks for stopping by! Much love to everyone~ Shanda