
My gingerbread angel looks like it’s a clown but it is not.
It looks like it has a crown on top uv it’s head.
It looks like it has no moth.
but it dus.
It has three butins.
***
by Sarah, age 6

My gingerbread angel looks like it’s a clown but it is not.
It looks like it has a crown on top uv it’s head.
It looks like it has no moth.
but it dus.
It has three butins.
***
by Sarah, age 6

off in the distance I see lighting that I have never seen before.
I head up, briskly, to the field. The sky opened up above me and I am surrounded by marbled blue and gray.

I see a white birch tree, a solitary tree amongst so many…..a single white line, and I marvel that I had never noticed it before. I’ve always loved white birches.


birds flew away from the gray clouds…..hurrying.
I stand with the wind whipping around me as it suddenly begins to hail.
My heart rises with the birds.
Tiny bits of hail, about the size of baby peas landing with rapid pits and pats on the earth. I look up, I look down, I pick some up to study. They are perfect little pieces of frozen nature-art. I eat some. crunch crunch. I walk home in the hail. I feel alive.
“The awareness of life’s passing makes the now sweeter and more important.” David Budbill
I remember my mom making these for us when I was a child.
I broke the muffins apart and let Sarah do the rest.
Then, biggest brother came along and added even MORE cheese.

English muffin pizzas
all you need is English muffins, pizza sauce, cheese, and an oven
to have happy children with full bellies
a good cook knows it’s not what is on the table that’s important,
it’s what is in the chairs.
Somehow I lost the original post that I wrote yesterday about Old Sturbridge Village, but here are all the photos once again. We had a great day with Hannah. We went on Saturday, on a mild January day. The last place we visited was the Potter’s shop and then the next day, by God’s plan, we read verses from Jeremiah about God the Potter, who shapes our lives…..Jacob, my son, read them from the pulpit and Sarah recognized the photo on the screen, thanks to the education she received from our lovely day.
“Watch this potter. In the same way that this potter works his clay, I work on you.”

My friend Hannah from Alaska arrived on Friday night and she is quite a talented seamstress so……we went to Jo-Ann Fabrics today and got everything we needed to make clothes. I say “we” but all I am doing so far is observing and once I held down a pattern so she could cut it without pinning. I’m keeping her company. It’s cozy.
As I type, she is at the other end of the table cutting out joggers for Seth and telling me that the sound of the scissors cutting through fabric is a sound of her childhood and that her mom reads my blog (hi Mom!) and she might make me pig earrings someday.
Isn’t amazing that you can print a pattern right off the computer? The first one (a mermaid tail) was 6 pages printed, and then taped together and cut out.
While she was busy with it, David came inside the house with a bucket.

And this was inside. We think it is a vole. Gentleman Gray (the cat) caught it over by the woodpile and David rescued it and put it in a bucket so he could show me.

It was mighty cute and David was very very very gentle with it and put it back on the woodpile after I took its photo.

This is the finished mermaid tail for Bitty Baby and for Sarah, using thick warm fleece.

Hannah is almost done cutting out the pants for Seth and then we have to wait for Jacob to get home with special sewing machine needles before she can start sewing. We forgot to get them earlier and asked Jacob to stop at JoAnn’s after work.
More tomorrow!

I heard from my dear friend and fellow fiestaware lover Lea Ann first thing this morning.
She had some happy news.
A new color was announced!

And she signed off saying, “Have a sunny day!”

Have you guessed?

Here is how it compares to the other yellows (although I wish the chart had vintage yellow on it, too):

Happy Day!
PS, Let me know if you need my address so you can send me some.
The blog is a spiritual practice of sorts; because with it, I can intentionally go back through the moments of daily living, remember and savor them, and press on with gratitude.
Picking up the camera creates a feeling of expectation that there will be an image to record. An image just for me, a moment that speaks to my heart as a woman, a child of God, a homemaker, or a mother.
Each time I download, edit, study, is an opportunity to say “thank you”.
If other people happen to read it, enjoy, relate and want to be friends; that’s the icing on the cake!

The kitchen is where I go when I want a safe place….cooking shows are what I watch when all of life seems painfully overwhelming. Eating and drinking is something I never take for granted. To eat food without discomfort in the mouth or stomach; what a reason to praise! I love cooking and baking and serving. (cleaning up, not so much; only because my kitchen NEVER stays clean, it’s too busy).
I made kuchen on Saturday morning (we were having a snow day). It was a buttery yeast dough, pressed into a pie plate and left to rise. Then, a sprinkling of fruit and a topping of sugar mixed with egg, cinnamon, and cream. Baked in the oven, and eaten with whipped cream.

It was gone in no time at all.
I want to make it a few more times before I post a recipe because I made it according to the cookbook but want to tweak it a tad before I am satisfied. Although, even as it was, it was super delicious and my husband said over and over that it was good (and he’s not a sweets type of guy).

I gave David a photography lesson on taking pictures of cats that don’t want to look at you. “shake a plastic bag up by the camera”….. nice shot, Dave!

“Mom, can I make one of those orange things that smell like pine?” asked Seth.
It took me a little bit of questioning before I figured out that he was thinking of pushing cloves into an orange, and it was so adorable and random that of course I right away said yes and jumped off the couch to find my jar of cloves.
meanwhile, outside the snow was falling, falling

And Seth was in a laundry basket, working on his orange while the rest of us watched a live steam of Ethan’s wrestling tournament on the internet…….

The other funny thing Seth needed on Saturday was iced tea. Nothing would make him happier than some iced tea….so I got out my Aunt Colleen’s recipe and made it. I tend to think that cravings have a purpose and for the most part, should be satisfied. He also requested that he drink it “from that white owl mug”. As you wish, little prince.
And lest you think I spoil him, I did NOT let him stay home from school today even though he did his very best to try to convince me he was in agony with a stomach ache.

Sarah was asking her Dad all that snowy day if she could go outside with him as he plowed the driveway. The next morning, bright and early, her wish came true! It was adorable.

“How did you know I was taking your picture through the window?”
“I saw the light on your camera!”

On Sunday, we traveled about an hour to take Seth, Caleb, and David to their first wrestling meet of the season. On the way there, I told this long story about the unsatisfactory fiction book I had finished (it was mixed in with “pulitzer prize fiction” search on amazon!! and it was a piece of garbage!) UGH. I told him the whole story very animately and how ridiculous it was and when I was done Sarah piped up from the back seat and asked if the name of it was If God is Good.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?
I am constantly thrown off kilter by my children. How on EARTH would she think such a thing??
“Because I saw that book on the coffee table.”
“OH. No, Sarah, THAT book is really really good. The book I was talking about was called The Life we Bury.”
And I thought to myself, “She notices stuff I didn’t realize she noticed. Nothing gets by her.”


Now that’s some flower! I’ve had the grandest time watching this Christmas Cactus grow an itty bitty bud to a big, strong blossom.

“What’s this, Sarah?”
“My New Years Resolution.”

So it was pretty funny that the chapter we read this morning was about two little girls who decide to make other people happy.
The housekeeper said it would make her happy if they left the kitchen so she could scrub the floor.
The Mama said she was already happy. But they wanted to make her happier. “Just keep being my good little girl and then I’ll be quite happy enough.”
The old Grandfather said he was happy just to see them come and visit; but this time they insisted on DOING something to MAKE him happy so they cheerfully decided to take him for a walk outdoors until…. he asked if they didn’t think they had walked enough? He was so weary he went to bed and they tucked him into it. “What was the best part of your day, Grandfather?” “Getting into this nice warm bed, I’m very tired.” was his answer. They THOUGHT he would say, “Being taken for a walk.”
Then, the sick neighbor didn’t become happy when they sang many many songs (until they were hoarse!) to her. She was expecting the typical basket of food and not a never-ending repertoire of singing.
They give a bouquet of wildflowers to the hired man; later they find them in the compost heap.
They decide to give up trying.
But then they learn of a sick classmate and they made her happy by giving her a doll and a book.
WITHOUT EVEN TRYING.

My word of the year 2016 was COMPASSION and it especially pleased me to see this in Seth’s homework folder recently…..
“Your child is learning that people can show their compassion or others by saying something kind or doing something helpful.”
“Learning about how to show compassion for other people helps children take action on their feelings of empathy.”
I thought to myself, “what is the difference in *making people happy* and *showing compassion* and I think the answer is *the heart*”
Making people happy comes from ideas in your head. It’s a job you decide to do.
Showing compassion is feeling empathy in your heart and THEN acting on that feeling.
However, it DOES make people happy when you feel empathy and compassion toward them and DO something to show you care. How funny!
I think I’ll explain it better to the children later on today and see what they think.
I do know that Sarah was cold yesterday. As I rubbed her little bare arms with my hands she said, “Your touches make me warm.”
That’s all it takes, and I was blessed by her sweet words.


Happy Monday!
“I’ve had enough. I’m not going to make any more people happy.”
But we did, all the same, because the next day Miss Johnson told us that Martha, a girl in our class, wasn’t coming back to school for a long time. She was very, very sick and had to stay in bed several months. That night, before I went to sleep, I lay awake thinking about Martha, and then I decided to give her Bella, my most beautiful doll. This was because I knew that Martha didn’t have any toys at all…..In the morning when I told Anna that I was going to give Martha my doll, she went to get her nicest story book. And after school we went over to Martha’s house……My, oh, my how happy she was!
“When we were outside the door, I said to Anna, “Isn’t it funny, now we’ve made someone happy without even trying.”
The Children of Noisy Village, by Astrid Lindgren (who also wrote Pippi Longstocking!)
I have found the one whom my soul loves. Song of Solomon
Grace and Jacob were available to take care of the house and children for a few days so Rich and I decided to stay two nights in Vermont. We stayed close by our Ethan’s college so that we could visit with him when he was free.
After the busyness of the holidays, it was calming to be alone together.
I can sense our marriage shifting, ever so slowly, from the stage of “super busy with little ones” to “busy raising children but life is quieting down just a tiny bit”……it doesn’t seem like a big of enough change to even notice and indeed, most of the time we don’t realize that things are changing in a way that effects us as a couple.
In fact, “being a couple” has been sort of hard during the years of babies and little ones. It’s been more like two trains passing in the night at times………
This weekend, being alone just the two of us, without a worry or a care for the children we left back home, showed us that there is still a deep contentment and companionship between our two souls.
The children will grow and move on, but the two of us will always have each other “til death do us part.” We’re friends, we know one another, we enjoyed our time together this weekend very much; reading, working out, eating meals, holding hands, little touches, talking or not talking, getting coffees, driving, sleeping, resting, watching a little tv…..all very ordinary things, but with a quiet joy from being happy together.
It’s been nice to watch my parent’s marriage evolve from full nest to empty nest and it’s nice to see that Rich and I are following in their footsteps in this way. Lovebirds.
(I know it will be a long time before we have a literal empty nest, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel now so that’s good…….)
Also, I took pictures out the window of lovely Vermont.











two things:

We took Ethan bowling and I actually scored an 84….coming in last place as usual but I have hopes of continuing to improve. There was a group of women of all ages next to us throwing strikes on a consistent basis. Even an old old lady who couldn’t even bend over. She just walked up and swung her arm and got strikes.

We ate breakfast together at one of those shiny stainless steel diners shaped like a railroad car. I took this photo because the waitress was walking back and forth from the kettle pouring hot steamy brewed tea into gallon jars. She said it was for iced tea, and that they go through a lot of it in a day.
“We need to live in the now of life,
it can’t be about how much we suffered yesterday
or what we might face tomorrow.
It’s about today. And today was good”
~bonnie leon

We were watching A Christmas Carol last night and Scrooge was saying once again, “I hadn’t noticed….” to which the spirit said, “You hadn’t noticed. One would think you had gone through life with your eyes closed.” and I thought to myself, oh let my eyes be open…….
…open to see messy beauty all around
….open to love my community, my family, my people, not only to give it, but to see it happening
….open to see the hand of God and His works in the land of the living
…open to see what is true
…open to see what is lovely
Let me not miss a thing.
But see, I WILL miss seeing some things! And even that fact is a wondrous revelation! God is doing so much good, more “behind the scenes” good than we will ever count or notice! Things so hidden that they will not be revealed until life truly begins (in Heaven).
So don’t lose a minute in building on what you’ve been given, complementing your basic faith with good character, spiritual understanding, alert discipline, passionate patience, reverent wonder, warm friendliness, and generous love, each dimension fitting into and developing the others. With these qualities active and growing in your lives, no grass will grow under your feet, no day will pass without its reward as you mature in your experience of our Master Jesus. Without these qualities you can’t see what’s right before you……

Seth read a little book in school about how places around the world celebrate the holidays. The page about Italy was the only one that mentioned baby Jesus and he noticed. He had the eyes to see and the mind to understand that Italy was the place for him to visit. Because he is a Christian.
***
Because Sarah is so little, I have to walk her to the bus every morning, right up to the bus door on the other side of the road. It’s so very cold, I often have a secret dislike in going outside with her to do this mothering job. But when I hold her hand and get ready to let go of her for the morning, I say, “Have a nice day, Sarah, I love you!” and she says, “You too, I love you, too!” to me and my heart melts into a big puddle and I feel that love that she has for me and I remember to be thankful.
***
Last night I was tired and Ethan was hungry. He had just arrived home from visiting his girlfriend and he was wandering around opening cupboards looking for food. Even though I didn’t want to, I took pity on him, got off the couch and made him a bacon, egg, and cheese bagel. Yes, he could have done it himself, but he has been away at college for weeks and weeks and was hungering for not only food, but an act of love from his Mom. I ended up serving him his food on a small fiesta plate, happy to cook for my boy, my heart changed from one of grumpiness because I wanted to just lay on the couch, into one of gratitude that I could serve my family in this small way. It only took 5 minutes, for goodness sakes.
***
Grace had committed herself to making 25 corn bags for music kids at school. Oh how I was inwardly groaning because I had packed all my sewing stuff away about a year ago, I could not even recall where I had put the sewing machine. To make a long story short, she did find it, it did still work, it was still threaded, we did not run out of bobbin thread, and I did all the sewing of the bags because she did run out of free time. Once again, what began in groaning ended in yet another lesson on selflessness and doing what I am meant to do right now–be a mom.
***
I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t thoughtful. I made a big pot of baked beans because Sarah was craving them, but the boys ate them, too. The next day I made chili for dinner. Then the boys had wrestling practice. You see where this is going. David said to me on the way home last night, “Mom, you gave me chili and I far*ed 13 times at practice tonight and I just did again while I was saying this to you.” I had to roll the window all the way down as I drove….laughing….later I told my mom the story and she said, “That is a tactical move” and Rich said, “Offensive, too.” There is no point to this story.
***
Ethan and I just spent a most comfortable day together doing nothing. I wasn’t feeling well and no one else is here for Ethan to hang out with so we just lounged around. I made him pancakes for breakfast and toasted cheese for lunch. He put wood pellets in the stove and carried in boxes for me. We took naps and I read a book. We hardly spoke but we enjoyed each others company. He said a quiet day like today would be awful if he was alone at college, but to be home makes all the difference.
***
Seth snuggling with me on the couch
washing Sarah’s hair for her, blowing it dry and braiding it for bedtime
loving texts from my husband
having Jacob wake up David because he overslept and almost missed the bus
cats and a dog that cannot talk yet we sense and know their love and loyalty
christmas cookies
***
The other night David took a bowl of burning hot soup to bed with him and dumped it down his pants. That same night Caleb went to bed with an ice pack for a groin injury. He fell asleep with it, only to wake up hours later with wet shorts and a perplexing problem…until his mind woke up enough to realize what he had done.
***
Truly, having children is a guarantee that there is always something to laugh about.
“It is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of things, that while there is infection in disease and sorrow, there is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.”

**christmas dishes**

**wrapping all the gifts**

**christmas past**

**I see boys having fun, little bits of them left behind everywhere**
I just know I’ll always stumble across nerf bullets and legos far after they’ve grown and gone.
I am determined to go through this Christmas season with my eyes and heart wide open. (I may have to take a break now and then. LOL)
“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” … the Little Prince

PS, the corn bags

Today my two oldest boys played ice hockey on the pond with their friends.
And I found out what my first grader likes to do at christmas time.

Me too, Sarah Joy!
xo