First she held her dolly
and
then
she held
a
chicken!
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.” J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
Like his brothers and sister before him, David has read The Hobbit. In fact, he just finished it.
He’s a big fan of hobbit-holes.
It’s hard to make your own actual hobbit-fort, but he and Ethan made the next best thing yesterday in our woods by the stream.
It took them all day and then they slept in it last night, just the two of them.
The fort is in a secret location so that their siblings can’t vandalize it (not that they actually WOULD, of course).
With honor, I was ushered to the secret location so that I could admire the finished project.
It really is impressive, and picturesque, too.
I’m not feeling well. I think summertime chaos is getting to my system, I feel tired and shaky. Not sad or depressed, just deep down very tired. Please pray for me, as I have lots going on. Tonight we have a big dinner and Bible study at our house, tomorrow morning I leave bright and early with Jacob, Emily, Grace, and Sarah to drive four hours to NY for Cassandra (my future sister in law)’s bridal shower. We are coming back home Sunday evening and then that week Rich has a business trip. (so on and so forth)
The children are helping me get the house picked up for tonight and I’m going to rest at nap time. I’ve felt like crappity crap since Tuesday…exhausted.
Anyway, after I admired the fort, I went for a short walk, thinking that the beauty of God’s creation would soothe my aching head.
I saw a yellow mushroom.
And, wild morning glories. Seeing them triggered a memory from childhood. Morning glories just like this one used to grow in the bushes by my Grandparents’ large pond. As children, we used to pick them and smell them right onto our noses…..so I did that yesterday, again.
Then, I taught Seth how to do it.
And Caleb.
Continuing with the theme of “if I get away from the house, nature will heal me”, I asked Grace to go outside with me to watch the evening birds.
We saw a lot! I think I will take up a new active interest in birding because with the ponds, the forest, and the stream, we have a lot of birds. We quickly counted up about 10 different ones. My favorites to watch were the hairy woodpeckers. They are so industrious with their hammering, and it was fun to watch the wood chips fly as they pecked away.
Then, I caught a big grasshopper that had hopped over my foot, and held him until we got back up to the house.
I showed him to Seth and Sarah; their faces crack me up.
Isn’t it interesting? It worked it’s mouth around to ooze out some “tobacco juice”.
“The grasshopper has some means of defense as well as of escape; it can give a painful nip with its mandibles; and when seized, it emits copiously from the mouth a brownish liquid which is acrid and ill smelling. This performance interests children who are wont to seize the insect by it’s jumping legs and hold it up, commanding it to ‘chew tobacco’.” ~ Handbook of Nature Study (a handy book to have, indeed)
We let the grasshopper go (with many thanks) and then I walked Grace up the road a little bit to see the berries that were ripening. We quickly picked a couple of handfuls and took them home to give to Dad. Grace was funny and made me laugh a lot (dear, dear girl).
Grace wrote down everything we saw in her tiny book. (which she was given by my Mom)
This morning I was able to get away for a couple of hours to get my hair done. I stopped at the grocery store on the way to get myself some fruit and nuts. Getting my hair done was so relaxing I almost went to sleep in the chair.
When I got home I asked Grace to take my picture, and as she took it Jacob came walking down to show me yet another learned card trick.
Have a great weekend, my friends!
you are loved
My daughter Grace has stacks of books in her room and I thought it would be fun to ask her to chose some of them as a recommendation to my blogging friends (and their children). She is a very experienced reader and is also a writer.
I took pictures of her copies of the books and then asked her to tell me about them. I typed down what she said. Enjoy!
GRACE’S BOOK PICKS (more posts like this to come, as she has more that she wants to share with you.)
By the way, she has read them all more than once.
The Underneath, by Kathi Appelt
It’s a story about a cat. The cat becomes friends with a dog and when the cat has kittens the dog and the cat raise the kittens together. The owner of the dog was abusive and when one of the kittens goes out from underneath the porch he tried to drown it. The mother cat saves it’s life, but in doing so she drowns, poor thing. The book also includes many other animals, and told from the perspective of many different characters in the book. The book is very well written and it’s a story about love and sacrifice. If you are kind hearted will love this book. I don’t think anyone who isn’t kind hearted would read books, but that’s just my opinion. If you like animals you will like this book. I did my first book report ever on this book, the summer I was about to go to public school for the first time.
The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles, by Julia Andrews Edwards
This book reminds me of the Narnia books. There are three children and they go to visit the zoo. When they are at the zoo they meet a strange old man. This man introduces them to the land of the Whangdoodle, which probably has a different name but I don’t remember it. He tells the children about this place because children have very good imaginations and they will believe almost anything. To visit this land you need to use your imagination. I got this book from Ethan and it was given to him by Mom and Dad, Jacob also read it. I liked this book. (laughs) The younger girl, Lindy, reminds me of Lucy (from Narnia) who reminded me of myself. And the two other boys, Ben and Tom, reminded me of Jacob and Ethan. Our mother told us that she got this book for us because she said that we all had great imaginations and we would all be able to picture the great Whangdoodle in our minds. (“did I really say this?” “yes, you did”) And because of this, we all attempted to draw it.
The Fledgling, by Jane Langton
This story is about a girl named Georgie who claims she can remember being able to fly. She tries to fly again but this doesn’t work very well, (laughs), poor Georgie. No one in her family will believe her, and she meets a goose. This goose is a goose prince, he teaches her how to fly. I liked this book, I remember liking it but I don’t quite remember why.
“And whenever his customers brought their children into his bank, he would open the gate that separated his desk from the windows of the tellers and stroll up to the children, beaming, and pat their heads and hand them lollipops. Some of the children would say thank you. They were the good children. Others would stop up their mouths with the lollipops and stare back at him sullenly. They were the bad ones. And then Mr Preek’s generosity would turn sour, and he would go back to his desk in solemn scorn.” page 42
Young Fredle, by Cynthia Voigt
This book is about mice who live in a house and then one mouse gets out of the house quite by accident and finds himself in the world. He ends up trying to survive chickens and raccoons and countless other things, while trying to get back into the house. When he finally does get back, he tells all of the other mice stories about what he saw outside and because of this all the mice go to live outside. I wanted to read this to David but that didn’t happen because he got bored. There was a cat named Patches (we had a cat with that name once). I liked it because it was about a mouse and I never read a book about a mouse before and he had to survive many animals that we wouldn’t think were dangerous.
Cryptid Hunters, by Roland Smith
The Cryptid Hunters is about twins named Grace and Marty who are both very smart. Even though they are both smart, Grace is obviously smarter. These two children are at a boarding school because their father is an explorer (I think). Their mother was a photographer. One day in school the twins are called down to the principal’s office and told that their parents were in a car crash and didn’t survive. They go to live with their Uncle Wolfe (whom they didn’t know exsisted), who lives on an island. He is an veterinarian and is trying to find cryptids. Cryptids are creatures whose existence haven’t been proven, like Sasquatch. The twins end up getting stranded in the Congo. The main part of the story is about their adventures in the Congo. I’ve read this book a lot.
“The turning point for the O’Hara family came when the twins were six years old. Marty decided he wanted to catch a bear. He and Grace dug a five foot deep pit in the back yard, covered the opening with brush, and caught their mother, who became as angry as a bear. The twins didn’t understand why she was upset. They had not used the sharpened stakes in bottom of the pit which the instructions had called for. (Marty wanted the bear alive for show and tell at school.) While Mrs. O’Hara was in the hospital recovering from her injuries, she got to thinking about the direction her life had taken. She missed her husband. She missed her former independence. But most of all, she missed the wild places her cameras had taken her to. ‘If I’m going to fall in pits I might as well get paid for it’, she decided. And soon after her release she took the twins and joined Mr. O’Hara in the field. This did not work for very long. Grace was afraid of everything that moved (and many things that didn’t). Marty was afraid of nothing but ghosts, which he had only read about. For the twins own safety the O’Haras decided that Marty and Grace should stay at home. They hired a succession of live-in nannies to care for the children, but none of them lasted long. One by one, these disgruntled women fled the house with hastily packed bags, shouting back at the twins’ panicky parents, ‘Your son is as wild as a hurricane, and that daughter of yours is just plain weird.'”
(I beg Grace to stop reading)
(she continues, but I stop typing)
The Fisherman, by Larry Huntsman
Dad recommended this book for me. He told me that when he was reading it he kept thinking of me and how much I would like it. So of course I read it. It’s a Biblical retelling of the gospels, written in Simon Peter’s perspective about Jesus’ ministry. I thought it was very interesting. I’ve read it three times.
I liked it’s cover, it had a horse on it which is probably why I read it.
Tucket’s Travels, by Gary Paulsen
Francis and his family are on a wagon train when Francis gets kidnapped by Indians. He escapes with the help of a one-armed mountain man whom he becomes good friends with. He spends the rest of the book trying to get back to his family. On the way he finds two children, Lottie and Billy, who’s parents had died, so he takes them with him. I’ve read this book a lot. My favorite character is Lottie, because she talks a lot and never shuts up. She talks about the most random things that pop into her head. (mom will tell you that I am like that with her, although I don’t talk like that to anyone else. She has to listen to me and love me regardless.) The book made me cry, it was very touching.
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The baby of our family just turned four years old. My friend Heather and I were trying to get together and that morning (of Sarah’s birthday) was the time that worked best for us both, so I turned the visit into a little playdate for Sarah and some of her (my) friends. We had 8 little ones amongst us four mamas and only two of the children were girls. Sarah was thankful to have one little girlfriend attend, but with five brothers of her own she felt quite comfortable with the boys, too.
We played for a couple of hours outside, and then we had lunch together which consisted of pasta with butter, cut up hot dogs, applesauce cups, and juice boxes.
The mamas had turkey burgers.
What a gift it was to have little babies in the house. I so love to watch a woman with her baby, it’s a beautiful thing to see and brings back so many wonderful memories of those days, for me. This friend of mine loves her babies passionately (she & her husband have four sons)…..
And this friend thoughtfully bounced her baby’s seat with her foot as she ate. So darling.
Grace calls this baby boy HER baby, because I took her with me to see him in the hospital when he was born. We both got to hold him when he was just a day or so old. I met his mama at Community Bible Study, she lives the next town over, we are the same age and have become friends. (so thankful!)
So yeah, this was a crazy attempt at a group picture. I laugh every time I look at it.
This was the best we did…..I think a few of us were shrieking to get them to look forward. They were all so good that day, and I loved watching them explore the ponds, see the chickens, chase cats, jump on the trampoline, blow bubbles, and dig in the sand. So busy, so energetic, such a zest for all of life, and no one got hurt!
After our group photo we had cupcakes and ice cream. (I only wish I had planned ahead to order the cupcakes from Nicole, our town’s lovely c.cake baker!)
As soon as we began singing, Sarah looked at her brother with the most thrilled expression. She was waiting and waiting for this birthday and it was really and truly here!
Such a good mama…..she delights in her new son. I thought it was cute that they sort of dressed alike.
After Heather and Michal left, Alysha and I sat down by the stream to chat and let the children play some more…..isn’t she so adorable? We met last February when she skidded her van into our stream and we rescued her and the boys. True story. (God does things so interestingly). I was telling her son (not the baby) as he got wet, “You’ve been IN this stream before!” ‘Cause we can laugh about it, now that it’s been over a year.
*****
(hours later)
There are times now when the whole family cannot gather around to watch the birthday child open gifts and blow out the candles. For Sarah’s birthday this year we were all home except Ethan. We missed him. He was at a baseball game.
She opened her gifts with Caleb on one side and Seth on the other.
Grace wrapped the gifts in blue paper tape because of course we didn’t find the regular tape until the next day.
It was so nice of Caleb to immediately offer to hold Sarah’s money, wasn’t it? Such a good big brother. With her money, Sarah has been trying to bribe Seth into playing what SHE wants to play. I hear her saying, “I’ll GIVE YOU A DOLLLLAAAR” in a sing-song voice. (but I do not allow bribing, although I am known to give a dollar to the child who finds me the remote to the TV). I don’t know how I get on these topics.
I just love the way Caleb and Seth were so happy for Sarah to receive this princess dress. “rejoice with those who rejoice”
Opening the tea set *that face*
I think she was telling him that don’t worry, she would let him use it with her. He can’t wait.
Then, oh joy, it was strawberry cake time. I let Sarah place the jelly beans on it herself. It was a new, buttery, fussy, for-real a recipe from a legitimate bake shop down south….the flavor was great but I didn’t let it bake long enough so it was gummy. (so disappointed=take it from me, in life’s perfection there is much more to go wrong, so say these little words with me, “OH WELL”–and learn the art of letting go.) What matters is the love, my friends. It’s the thought that counts most of all.
I am determined to try again with the recipe!
Smiling through another (the second, what a lucky little girl) rendition of the birthday song. My darling blond baby who is now “big”, it’s true.
she was born on a sunday morning
My daughter Grace is a Freshman in High School and has fallen in love with singing, dancing, and acting in Drama. She is currently (as I type) at the cast party for Drama’s production Singing in the Rain….the last performance was this afternoon. Rich and I went last night to see it with my parents, and Jacob, Ethan, David, Caleb, Seth, and Sarah. Grace’s friends Ethan and Erinn also came (we filled up a row).
Grace didn’t have any speaking parts but she was in several dance numbers and Mom and I greatly admired her in the many beautiful dresses she got to wear.
In black:
In black sequins, clutching the arm of a gent;
Red dress, long gloves, and fancy white hat;
Black dress with swirly white stripes:
Red sequins (she’s on the far right) in the song and dance number “What’s Wrong with me?” sung by Lina Lamont.
(looking at camera)
And, blue with white dots;
a black pony tail holder around her wrist and a bright happy smile on her pretty face;
They did such a good job, we loved the performance. It was very entertaining and we felt proud of Grace and her friends. They’ve been practicing long hard hours for so many months. Grace especially struggled with tap dance, but she finally learned the steps. Well done, Grace!
Here she is after the show, with her Grandpa, Grandma, and little sister.
And flowers from her Dad.
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Oh, and by the way she did all this after seriously jamming her ring finger playing catch with her brothers a few hours beforehand….it caused her to almost pass out at the ball field, she lost her vision and was so weak she had to lay with her head on my lap while her Dad went to get food and drink (she had also skipped breakfast). Someone at drama had to cut the ring off her finger and today her poor finger is black and blue and swollen almost twice the size as her other one. She’s a trooper. xoxoxo
a simply wonderful life
Rich and I have two beautiful daughters.
About four years ago they looked like that up there^^
Since it’s spring vacation this week, I had a little extra time to take a few sister pictures.
I bought new shirts for them at target; Grace can wear a size 14/16 and Sarah Joy a size 4, from the girls department.
I waited ten years to have two girls but can you believe this is the first time they’ve dressed alike?
And now,
get ready,
for an explosion,
OF PINK……..
“For there is no friend like a sister
In calm or stormy weather;
To cheer one on the tedious way,
To fetch one if one goes astray,
To lift one if one totters down,
To strengthen whilst one stands”
Christina Rosetti (one of my favorite poets)
“Sisters function as safety nets in a chaotic world simply by being there for each other.” Carol Saline
“And I felt closer to you. Because you knew me so much better than I’d realized – and still loved me.” Rosamund Lupton
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Amanda has had a challenging winter season this year. She and her husband have three children and all five of them have been getting sick on and off, together and/or separately for months. They just got over the latest stomach bug and Amanda was feeling very anxious from the stress of it all. She decided to go to the spa but she didn’t want to go alone. Who did she call? Her awesome sister, of course, and her awesome sister said “yes” right away.
We are all pretty awesome so don’t you think it’s time to take a trip to the nearest spa for some TLC?
When you get there, they will give you a cozy robe and some rubber slippers. They will give you a locker, and you can immediately change into your bathing suit and put on your robe. Then, you will sit in a relaxation room and sip water or juice while you wait for your name to be called. When your name is called, you take a quick trip to the bathroom and then follow your lady to the salt treatment room. It’s dark and peaceful in there. You take off your suit and slide between warm towels and the lady rubs your skin with delicious salts. A ceiling shower is moved over you and all the salt is rinsed away under a drenching shower while you think, “I could stay under here for hours……..” You are gently dried and left to rest and then put your robe back on. It feels so good to be pampered and cared for.
Next, you are taken to another dimly lit room, for a one hour massage. And even if you think that a massage is just not your thing, you will enjoy it. The tension is worked out of every muscle as the pretty music plays softly and a waterfall trickles nearby. The lady won’t talk to you, except to give simple instructions. You don’t have to talk, you don’t even have to open your eyes. Most of the time they are covered with a warm towel, anyway. You turn your mind off and rest and breathe.
When the massage is over, you are warm and feel as if every limb is heavy. You look as relaxed as if you just woke up from a 10 hour deep sleep. Your skin is completely moisturized. You forget that your family was sick this winter and that you spent way too much time cleaning up those messes while trying to be a most excellent mama, and wife, and also work full time for the Eye Doctor.
You feel like yourself again.
You have time to eat lunch and read by the pool while you wait for your pedicure. You have fast conversations with your sister in whispers. You close your eyes for a little cat nap.
You go in the whirlpool, and the steam room. You take a hot shower (with multiple heads) and dry off with a warm towel. Oh, it’s bliss.
After your pedicure, you sit and wait for the toes to dry.
While admiring the sunset.
You are relaxed for the first time in a while, and are ready to face your responsibilities again.
Isn’t a day at the spa worth a little time and money?
We think so!
I know its hard because her face is so cute, but did you notice the skirt? I made it today! I bought the fabric when I was pregnant for Sarah but never did anything with it. This morning, she found it in my box, spread it on the floor, and curled up on it. She has a weakness for pretty things. It was obvious that she loved it, so I asked her if she wanted me to make her a skirt with it.
“YES!”
She yells when she gets excited.
I used a piece of old homemade lace that my cousin Elisha gave me to trim the hem.
The fabric is thick, soft flannel. Just right for these winter days.
I sewed away on the skirt while Seth and Sarah played at my feet and touched my sewing machine/pin cushion/scissors/seam ripper too many times.
I yell when I get excited, too.
Happy Friday!