Blueberry Pie: Mix blueberries, lemon zest and juice, honey, cinnamon, and flour (for thickening). Fill an unbaked butter pastry shell, top with more pastry. Bake at 375 for about an hour.
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Christmas thoughts inspired us to make a
paper chain yesterday.
We needed 50 chains. Each day we will tear a link off.
As of this morning, there are 49 days left until Christmas!
I knew the kids made chains for their rooms, but this was a surprise that
made me smile:
“. . .the gloom of the world is but a shadow;
behind it, yet within our reach is joy.
Take Joy!”
Fra Giovanni
Caleb’s First Hair cut and Other Pictures . . .
I gave the boys each a buzz cut today. I decided I might as well give Caleb one, too. He was so cute–he laughed the entire time because the clippers were tickling him. I saved his hair, it’s only a small little bit, because his hair is so baby-fine. Jacob took the pictures.
my four boys
they look so handsome
It’s gorgeous outside. The sun is bright and the air is clean and cool. The tent is still up from “fun fun friday” and the kids are busy playing. They asked me to start the fire again, but I refused. I am sleepy today and hoping to have a low-key day. When I was outside with them, I couldn’t resist taking a few pictures of David.
((turning cartwheels)
“Happiness,. . .not in another place but this place,
not for another hour
but this hour”
walt whitman
On our way to church.
Grace Grows
What a Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s Fun Fun Friday
We are done with school for the day. The kids and I decided that today was going to be extra fun and so we set up the tent outside. The sun is shining but it is very cold. We are now going to the bookstore so we can get books to read in the tent. We also have to go to the grocery store for the ingredients to make the best birthday cake ever. The ingredients for SMORES would be nice, too. After all, what’s a camp without a fire and some food?
UPDATE (hours have gone by):
Bookstore Pictures:
I love seeing my children reading. . . . .
Now it’s time for the CAMPFIRE:
We were proud of Ethan–for being the best at producing charcoal!
Jacob is showing Ethan how to toast a marshmallow without any BLACK.
Ummmm, David? I don’t THINK that’s going to work. Look how much he’s concentrating!
Fun Fun Fun
"JUST A CLOSER WALK WITH THEE"
The little cares that fretted me
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields, above the sea,
Among the winds at play,
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.
The foolish fears of what might happen,
I cast them all away,
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the husking of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born–
Out in the fields with God.
Anonymous
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
I am weak, but Thou art strong;
Jesus, keep me from all wrong;
I’ll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.
Through this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.
When my feeble life is o’er,
Time for me will be no more;
Guide me gently, safely o’er
To thy Kingdom shore, to Thy shore.
“JUST A CLOSER WALK WITH THEE”
The little cares that fretted me
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields, above the sea,
Among the winds at play,
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.
The foolish fears of what might happen,
I cast them all away,
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the husking of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born–
Out in the fields with God.
Anonymous
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
I am weak, but Thou art strong;
Jesus, keep me from all wrong;
I’ll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.
Through this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.
When my feeble life is o’er,
Time for me will be no more;
Guide me gently, safely o’er
To thy Kingdom shore, to Thy shore.
Snapshots
Caleb loves books now and begs us to read to him. his favorite is “spot”.
“”“Fire and Ice”
I turned around in my seat and I saw this big BOY, his arms and legs seemed longer, and his hands seemed bigger and I thought, “did he grow overnight or what”. . . .
“Signs of relaxation”, Ponytail Holder: I let my hair out (it’s ALWAYS In a ponytail), Empty Glass: I drank some juice (I tend to NOT DRINK during the day, I’m trying to do better with my basic survival skills), and readING MATERIALS: some magazines, which are all perched on top of a TOYBOX. 
This is what happened to me when I got all sentimental and decided to let Caleb stay up past his bedtime so I could snuggle him. He ended up wriggling away and getting his own snack. . .can you see his trail???
Feed my Child's Soul
Just as we wouldn’t dream of making our children starve their bodies, we also wouldn’t dream of starving their souls. I read this quote last night in my book and thought I would share:
“I have seen the happy effects of dealing plainly and thoroughly with children in the concerns of their souls”
Jonathan Edwards
Good to be Home 