Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Apples and Trees...

When Henry was four years old, his Pops told him a joke:

Pops: Henry, what's worse than finding a worm in your apple?
Henry: What?
Pops: Finding half a worm.
Henry: (pause) What worm?

Pops laughed way harder than Henry at that one, and every time in the re-telling.

Henry brought home all of his writings from fifth grade this past week and shared his poem about Apples:

Apples grow on trees and hope for no bees!
When as apple is a home for a worm, the apple is not so firm!
Apples need a wash, or you'll definitely say, "Gosh!"
Don't get the ones that are nasty, and mean; get the ones that are definitely seen clean.
If you eat the stem, it's the same thing as a tree limb!
If you only eat the outside, you won't have cried.
And be careful, they can be nasty inside!

I feel properly warned on how to search for and eat a clean apple...with no half worm inside.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Spring Choir Performance, 4-year-old Style

We opted for the purple headband over a bow (which we have yet to own as they are thrown out of the car window as soon as our arms are long enough to reach the roll-down button).

The girl two doors down is feeling the Spirit, I think.

I have to smile at my friend while my two-doors-down-neighbor still has the Spirit.

Now I am not feeling it. But everyone else is holding their hearts.

Articulating well...

So we love to perform. All. The. Time.  This was just a 13 minute warm up to the rest of the evening.

Pops and His Mini-Me

Monday, April 13, 2015

Spring Break 2015

This year, Spring Break coincided with Holy Week.

I'm not sure we were so Holy...and since the Hubby works at a church, we were not traveling, just lots of church. And bribes. "Incentives," if you will..

The week started with an Emergency Family Meeting (called by me). The title of this meeting was "Why Mommy Doesn't Want To Live With You Anymore."
Don't judge. I know it sounds extreme...and I eventually included that I still wanted to care for them and be with them daily, I just didn't want to LIVE with them. We worked it out though. And I didn't even have to go on strike (this time)!!!!

Seriously, a part of me loves that the kids' lives have to respond to seasons - of the earth, of the church, etc. - since there are ways to live now where seasons do not have to change or stop our plans.

We began with a home-improvement project in the form of a shiny garage floor!

(and by "we" I mean "he" did all of it.) Go team!!

There were a few times we fired up the broken fire pit to eat our supper by...maybe roast a marshmallow or 6.

Corinne got time to pose for the camera for her grandmother...

And Facetime with her newest cousin...

It was a LOT of family time, and that can go many ways for us. In one of my more distracted moments, Corinne wanted to count the members of our family on her hand, oldest to youngest. We started with Dad as the thumb, then me, then brother, then sister, then HER!
She is the pinky!
She was so thrilled and delighted to be the pinky!
Melted my heart at how important that made her feel, and gave me the much-needed perspective to make it until lunch time.

One night, Brian and I got a surprise date to hear Sarah McLaughlin = A-MAZING.

We did an experiment with pennies in vinegar...

This is what was in my pocket one if that's not super exciting.

And THEN I got on the Pinterest and made these deviled eggs to add to the Easter Buffet:

Aren't they cute in that creepy kind of way?? 
Well, no one would eat them because they looked too real. I need to post on the Failed Pinterest Page.

We made it through the busy, long days of the short week of Spring Break and that in itself is a victory. Not as much as Easter is a victory, of course, though I am very grateful for both...even when they happen together.

Happy Easter Season and Spring Break Is Over to all of you!!!

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Worn Out

Sometimes my friends get "small grouped" and call to tell me about it.
Getting "small grouped" is when a nice lady approaches another nice lady and asks her to join a small group.
Some people LOVE this and some people really do not.
I LOVE it.

For my friends who do not love it, I usually offer to read the book with them and they can call or email me after each small group meeting and we can giggle and be moved and inspired and plan the next book we'll read.
Did I mention I love small groups?

This happened to me with the book The Worn Out Woman. A friend got "small grouped", I joined from a distance and emailed in my thoughts.

I would not have chosen to read this particular book (I'm really just too worn out) but I gleaned some helpful quotes from the text:

"You are controlled by your decisions, not by your circumstances."

"On the days when I take intentional steps away from the past," Ashley says, "I notice a light and happy feeling around my heart."

"Telling your story is a tool, not a full-time occupation. It's not really necessary to explore every question and nail down every tendency. Life is a mystery, after all, and you'll never completely sort out all of your influences and motivations."

"Most worn out women struggle with expectations."

"Disease to please = energy sapping malady."

Dr. David Burns says, "If people can't accept your imperfections, that's their fault."

"Have the humility to stop pretending you have it all together."

Y'all, I don't know why I feel so worn out...

...but I'm glad I read the book.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Lessen My Impact #4: Eat to Feed Your Compost

I have been trying to eat to feed my compost.

If I don't have to take out the tupperware containers under my sink every other day to add my food scraps to the compost bin, then I'm not eating how I need to eat, nor feeding my family anything that at one time was alive.

I've been adding my wet scraps then layering with dry leaves from the yard.
I used to do this in an old trash can, then moved it to an open concept with pallets zip-tied together.
Then I inherited this roly-poly number that is awesome.

I have yet to use the compost yet, or have a thriving garden. Who knows this year could be MY YEAR.

(If you have any composting tips, I'd love to hear/read them!)