Write it down, when I have perished:
Here is everything I’ve cherished;
That these walls should glow with beauty
Spurred my lagging soul to duty:
That there should be gladness here
Kept me toiling, year by year. . . . .
Everything thought and every act
Were to keep this home intact.
Edgar A. Guest
Saturday morning I woke up and Rich wasn’t in bed with me anymore, he was out on the couch. Sometimes if he can’t sleep he will get up and move into the livingroom. ESPN was on, quietly, and he was sound asleep and looked so peaceful. I made some coffee and tip toed back to bed. Shortly thereafter, Seth came in and got into bed with me. We read stories on my blog for a while and then Sarah came, too. I love these grateful days of having children small enough to still get into bed with me on a lazy weekend morning. . . . . .
We decided it was a good morning for pancakes.
Cornmeal pancakes and corned beef hash. Rich ate the whole pan of hash himself….the kids kept saying, “WHAT IS THAT SMELL?” as it fried. I haven’t made him hash in years.
Seth had the only complaint, “The pancakes are chewy.”
“Do you mean gritty?”
“It’s because they have cornmeal in them.”
I happen to adore cornmeal, and in case you do too, here is the recipe:
Blueberry Cornmeal Pancakes
1 1/4 cups flour
1 1/2 tsp. baking powder
1/4 cup sugar
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
1 cup cornmeal
2 cups buttermilk
3 egg yolks
3 T. butter, melted
3 egg whites, beaten stiff
1 cup blueberries
In a large bowl sift together the dry ingredients. In a separate bowl combine the buttermilk, egg yolks, and butter. Add the mixture to the dry ingredients. Fold in the beaten egg whites. Pour 1/4 cup batter onto the griddle and sprinkle with the blueberries. Cook the pancakes until bubbles firm and start popping. Turn only once and cook until done.
I used blueberries that I picked myself this fall at my parents’ house. I had forgotten them in mom’s freezer and she thoughtfully brought them to me in a cooler at Thanksgiving. I was sparing with them in the pancakes as I am hoping to make my four bags of blueberry treasures last until next fall when I can pick some more.
Happiness is being able to sit on the couch and take photos through the window of your bird visitors at the feeder.
Also legwarmers. Leg warmers are happiness.
The children were ecstatic to see snow coming down and bundled up in their snow boots to go outside. Sarah danced down the driveway.
Seth was pensive.
Rich and David went to get our 2017 Christmas tree.
At first, they sent me this photo:
But they really came home with a nice large sized tree.
Thank you, guys!
I made tacos for lunch.
Rich and I went downstairs to find ornaments.
Later that evening we watched Elf and let the children decorate the tree. Only three of them decorated this year. It was amazingly non-chaotic and I must say, lovely.
Rich and I must be getting older because as soon as the Christmas tree was completely done we said to ourselves, “It’s like it never left.” The time between trees is all too brief now.
Our three tree trimmers.
Rich hung the lights. I think I hung up one ornament, my glass camera one. I still have to hide the pickle (I’ll do it as soon as I’m done blogging). . . .
Sarah was excited to find her Sarah ornament but was very confused when she found the one that said Isaac. WHY do we have this one??? “Because he’s my brother and I like to think about him at Christmas!”
Truth be told, at the end of the season when the ornaments all go on sale I buy the ones I can find with our siblings/family names on them. It’s fun and meaningful to have them hanging on our tree. Someday Sarah will understand, too.
The first Christmas card tidings received in the mail this year were from our old neighbors.
We were trying to get a photo of the children in front of the tree when Parker slinked over and sat in front of them. One wonders how long he was in the background watching before he became brave enough to join his children.
My heart missed the older children very much. I hope they are just about ready to come home and get their photo taken in front of the tree, too.
He’s so cute.
Last but not least; Christmas cat.
“Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.” Francis P. Church
You mentioned hiding the pickle in the tree. We always did that at my in-laws every year. A fun time. Loved your post.
Very fun! Thank you for the comment! Happy Holidays!
Common hours are the most precious. You must have a well behaved cat there that does not climb the tree …
What a great post! Can I get your recipe for Corned Beef has Shanda? I met it once and it came out terrible! Thanks and Merry Christmas.