What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Wednesday, October 07, 2015

Deep Purple

Though I had hoped to have a bunch of to-do's checked off my list before school began, they weren't getting checked off quite fast enough and I realized that if I put things off until everything is 'just so', things will be put off indefinitely

And so, we've begun school with no garlic planted, the granary downsize only 60% done, no applesauce or cider made, garden beds not yet cleared and a very messy, unorganized school room.  Little by little, children are being educated and things are getting checked off- though the latter more slowly than ever before.  My motivations are waning and I find myself, once again, struggling to force myself to do tackle those lingering, heavy things weighing on my mind instead of ignoring them.  I did get my pickled beets canned up- one of my favorite things to put up.  The smell of the beets and cinnamon and cloves and mustard seed all simmering, the gorgeous burgundy stains on everything...oh, canning pickled beets is just such a delicious time. And they taste so good.

Do you like our Beverly Hillbillie-esque Doodlebug up there?   Quite the vehicle.  Matt took it down the hill to a local car show and I am sure he could have won an award for most unusual (embarassing?) vehicle had there been one.  But we love it anyway.

Much to the childrens' delight, another one of our renegade chickens succeeded in hiding eggs long enough to hatch some babies.  Two more chickies surprised us in the garden-but I wonder how it will go for them since the weather is now turning so chilly.  It certainly is a nice way to turn over a young flock of chickens, this whole surprise baby thing.

My niece turned one a few weeks ago and I made her a little peasant dress using this pattern/tutorial and then made a matching dress for a little doll.  As always happens when I finally haul out the sewing machine, I got to work and immediately thought "This is so fun!  Why don't I do this more often?!"  I should.  I immediately thought that I could make a few for Adele' and hey- they are so easy, I could whip up a few for a potential baby girl too, without too much trouble.  If Tiddle turns out being a boy, it won't be too devastating to hand them off to someone else as gifts,

I am having the hardest time trying to figure out some projects I could make for Tiddle in these last 10 weeks or so...  I know when Tiddle arrives I will be entirely incapable of producing anything at all so now is time.  I am more capable at crochet and knitting than I ever have been before (though very much lacking in confidence with the latter) but I still finish projects so sloooowwwly that I know I will not be able to churn things out for boys AND girls.  What does one choose when one does not know?!  I am not generally a girl who prefers unisex things.  I prefer my girls to look like girls and boys to look like boys.  I find myself spending too long perusing free projects on Ravelry trying to find something 'perfect' but only succeeding at wasting the time I could be using to actually make something.  That's the pickle, I suppose. 

For this weekend: apples.  

We finished our last jar of applesauce a few weeks ago and I am desperate for some cider too.  So far it seems like apples are an every other year phenomenon around here (last years' harvest was nilch as was two years' ago) so I want to be sure to stock up while the gettings good.  

Thursday, October 01, 2015

Monarch Mothers

It began with the milkweed walks and caterpillar scouting and ended with four proud monarch mothers sending off their four little monarch children into the great, big world.  

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

We've Got Tricks

Having four children keeps one on their toes.

Having a Judah ups that ante exponentially.   

He is fearless, he is strong and he is capable of doing things much bigger kids than he are too scared to try.  

He is exhausting.

All summer he has been riding his bike faster and faster, crazier and crazier.  He started popping  wheelies and they got bigger.  He started sitting on the back tire.  He started standing up.  He would try and ride without hands.  All kid stuff, right?

And then one day he said "Hey Mama!  Look!" And he was standing on the SEAT while riding his bike.

He was four years old. 

And then one day, giving his mother a heart attack by standing on the seat wasn't good enough.  He had to do it one legged.

Judah and Corynn just had their birthdays at the beginning of this month.  

Now, he is five.  Now, she is twelve.

He had a bloody nose here- hence the headtip.  ;-)

It is a hard thing to know just how to give these children of mine just what they need, even when it doesn't come natural to me.  It is hard, as their Mama, to know just how to encourage them and not stifle them while still protecting them.  Some of the things they do (or think or question) I am just not ready for- but I have to actively try NOT to hinder them just because I am not ready for it.  

This is new territory for me and I am finding it hard to find that balance.  I want to hold them close and keep them my little dependent ducklings forever but at the same time, it is almost magical, seeing these little children unfurl into creative, unique persons with skills and talents, joys and passions all their own.

How will I raise an almost teenager?!?  A girl who is working to discover who she is and what she stands for.  

How will I survive a Judah?  A boy who spends most of his time flabbergasting me and the rest of it exasperating me?

How will I do right by all my children?  

I don't know much but I do know one thing: 

I'll be doing it on my knees.