Wednesday, January 2, 2019

New Year's Resolution: I DON'T CARE!

Maybe it's horrible but I'm serious, oh no, not that I don't care about resolutions. On the contrary, that is my resolution. I don't care!

Yesterday at work amidst chaos and after a HORRIBLE start to the day/ year  I found myself telling a co-worker, "my new year's resolution is that I don't care." It sounded silly but my oh my did I love the sound of it.

I wear A LOT of hats, or at least I try to. I juggle a ton of things all day long. But to be honest I can't juggle very well. This year I genuinely want to go through life declaring at almost every occasion where I'm about to pull my hair out, this close to losing my temper, just about to physically feel my blood pressure rise (the list goes on): I don't care.

To be clear, I do, but so far it's felt really good to say it because for some reason these three little words really do help me let go. You know that famous Disney song? It's something I'm not good at.

When my son takes a bath and I remind him three times beforehand to keep the water in the tub only to walk in 15 minutes later to a soaking wet bathroom floor: I don't care.
When something at work makes absolutely no sense (in fact it's complete non-sense) but we all have to go along with it anyway: I don't care.
When it's 8PM and there are still twenty things un-done but I need to let go and move on with the night: I don't care.
When I could clean all day (to be honest I could do that everyday) but I should spend some good quality time with my kids instead: I don't care about the mess (it can wait). I don't care.

I could do this all day so I'll wrap it up. There it is. Maybe it's awful but I don't care.

Happy New Year! Hoping a really great 2019 for all of us.

Sunday, November 25, 2018


The merriest of holidays is one month away. ONE month! Somehow this year seemed to last forever while altogether flying by. Time is such a strange thing.

Things here are as they should be: normal, wild, crazy, busy, simple, busy... busy! Life is such a blessing, a crazy, wild, beautiful blessing.

Baby Abe, little Abe, has somehow been transformed into six and a half year old big kid Abe who is reading up a storm (honestly, he's reading at about a third grade level in the first grade), has more energy in one day then his father and myself combined over an entire week, adores his baby sister/ is a fantastic big brother, has a wild sense of humor (just like his dad), and without a doubt if we let him could talk for a week straight without stopping except to take quick breaths.

Our tiny Wren as I'll call her is the happiest baby I've ever had the privileged of knowing. At five months old she's almost certainly slept over half of her life thus far. Sleeping beauty for sure! When she's awake, she's strong, a little feisty, thinks that life is meant to be lived LOUD (thanks to big brother) and almost always has a smile on her tiny face.

The house is always a mess. My mind never rests. At times I'm not sure I've accomplished even the most basic of necessities required of a day but life goes on and we are thankful.

Sunday, April 22, 2018

A year of field trips

Last Wednesday we went on a school trip to a Paws with a cause demonstration. I was so tired and a bit cranky and I was leaning heavily towards backing out of attending. I'm really glad I sucked it up though. Apart from the fact that I cried several times during the demonstration (I'm going to blame hormones) it was very heart warming and informative. The husband and wife who did the demonstration were so down to earth and friendly. They also really knew how to speak to younger children and join them on their level. The dog was gorgeous and so well behaved (obviously) and so were all the kids. I feel like I learned quite a bit about the organization and the helper dogs and I know that little Abe did as well.

He does not look thrilled
but that's the photographers fault.
He is a VERY active, imaginative, ACTIVE little boy. He's also very smart but when it comes to listening... hmm, no, that is not at the top of his best qualities list. His mind wanders (normal), and his attention gets drawn by the oddest of things (normal) like NOT the adult speaking at the front of the room but rather something out the window, or a child who is squirming, or maybe a fly on the wall. None the less I think he retained every single word he heard at this particular school outing and that certainly made my day. Now, I'm fully aware that cats and dogs are his favorite two things on the planet but I love it when his interest is peaked and he's able to learn without any effort what so ever. It was a wonderful trip.

With that said, I thought I'd take this opportunity to do a field trip rundown from the past year (since I've kind of not blogged at all...) Little Abe and I have attended an average of one school trip a month over the past year. One of the field trip's that I'm including in my list wasn't a school trip. It was last May when we visited the Ark Encounter as a family in Kentucky, but that was as close to a field trip as any other so I'm including it. And two of our school trips were volunteer opportunities not necessarily field trips but we've been trying to do one volunteer opportunity a month this year and they have been with his school group so I'm including those too.

The list
Chocolate factory tour
The Ark Encounter
Local historical village
Apple orchard and pumpkin patch
County Sheriff's department, with K9 demonstration
Recycling center tour
Love INC volunteer
Sleigh ride through a farm
School V-day party at playland
Laser tag (first time either of us had ever played)
Love INC volunteer
Paws with a cause demonstration

My favorites were the Sheriff's department, the recycling center, and the Paws with a cause trips. I was trying to figure out why those three stuck out to me the most. They certainly weren't the most fun. The apple orchard, laser tag, and sleigh ride trips were much more exciting. But I realized that those three are the ones that I learned the most at. I guess learning is entertaining for me (I should have known this though since my favorite genre of book is history).

In reality though those three trips are the ones that my son seemed to learn the most at as well. He LOVED the K9 demonstration/ interaction at the sheriff's department. The officer was really good with kids and the dog was really cool, the way it was trained and could do it's job so well. We also got to tour the 911 room. It felt like we shouldn't be in there, like we were trespassing but we were able to see operators answering the phones, look at the many computer screens in front of them, hear the phones ringing, and view live camera feeds from around the city. It was a very informative experience.

At the recycling center is was utterly fascinating to hear the incredibly loud, huge machinery doing it's job breaking down all the different categories of recycle materials. It was wild seeing the enormous mounds of different things, glass, plastics, cardboard. Absolutely fascinating. I know that it left an impression on little Abe because the trip was a few months ago and he still asks regularly if something should go into recycle or not if he's uncertain. The presentation and video we watched before the tour was very interesting to me and I honestly learned a lot about recycling that I had not known.

Another trip that stuck out was little Abe's Valentines day party this year. We spent about two weeks preparing for it. We started by making his card box. Once that was completed we began making cards for all the kids. The cards were fun but we petered out about half way. Too much arts and crafts becomes torture after so long. Half the kids received a homemade card from him and the other half received some cute little cards from the dollar store that came with a little pin.

These are the cards he made and gave out.

The historical village that we toured was neat but I don't think any of the kids listened to anything the man said. He was terrific with facts and presenting and he was very friendly but he could have easily been talking to high school or college age students and this was reflected in how well the entire group paid attention. The historical village we toured is a collection of old buildings, all taken from various places in the county and set up at the county fair. It's only open during the country fair run times and we actually toured it as a group before it officially opened for the season. It was neat but I couldn't help being fascinated by how each of the children were paying attention to what each other were doing or looking at, they were considerably more interested in picking tiny flowers they'd find along the way between buildings and other similar activities. At one point several of them gathered around a dying bumblebee and observed it for a lengthy bit of time while the man went into great detail about the building we were currently about to enter.

In review, It's been utterly fascinating to see how even when children aren't learning what the adults might want them to be, they're observing and learning and growing none the less.

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Friday, April 13, 2018

Mid April Happenings

Indoor seed sowing should commence today. Hooray! Despite the horribly cold spring weather some of my absolute favorite segments of the year are fast approaching. Playing in dirt, planting the seeds, watching the little sproutlets emerge, turn into real substantial plants, then make their way into our yard. The growth is ever mesmerizing and then there is food; fresh, wonderful, healthy food, ripe for the picking. 

And speaking of seeds little Abe and I will most likely be scraping together some sort of recycled materials bird feeder today. Although, at this point I'm not certain I can refer to my child as little Abe any longer. He is a very lively, clever, witty six year old who is under the impression that he's much closer in age to fifteen. Honestly, he thinks he can do just about anything imaginable all on his own and that he should be allowed to. (this comes in a bit handy now that he's able to do some loads of laundry for me, ect;)

Seeing that it's mid April and I've yet to post to the blog this year, you could say 2018 is flying by. But it is flying by in full color and vigor. Well, maybe vigor isn't the appropriate word as I'm almost always exhausted.

Hoping that you all are having a blessed new-ish year! I'll be trying to catch up on some much missed blogs before the end of the month as I've truly not stepped into blogland much at all this year.
Shoot, I almost forgot. I'll be posting some news here shortly, not about gardening or how quickly my son is growing up, new news.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

2017, Phenomenal Interruptions

The great thing, if one can, is to stop regarding all the unpleasant things as interruptions of one's "own," or "real," life. The truth is of course that what one calls the interruptions are precisely one's real life - the life God is sending one day by day; what one calls one's "real life" is a phantom of one's own imagination.
-C.S. Lewis

I'd like to call this my quote of 2017. I don't believe I've proclaimed a quote of the year before but I'm doing it now.

This year has been so unbelievably busy, jam packed, filled to the brim, overflowing far beyond capacity in fact. But it hasn't been robotic. Throughout life I've OFTEN struggled with chucks of time disappearing into a roboticized abyss. Over the past several years I've learned to take purposeful note of all the lovely things in life much of the time in order to deal with the robotic. You know, when a week, or a month, or half a year has gone by and you've really no idea where it's gone? You don't remember doing much, you don't remember feeling much, nothing stuck out really, time has just vanished. Work, home, sleep, all the mundane tasks in between... and a few weeks are gone. Where?

2017 has been a year of "interruptions," things I may or may not have planned but countless adventures and running's here and fro none the less that have dotted 2017 with color, with brightness, with vividness, with craziness, with overwhelmedness; with just the sort of "nesses" that send a real kick in the pants to roboticness. To note, other than Disney World (which was a crazy huge venture) all of the beauty and color and wonderful adventures this year were pretty down to earth, simplistic, semi-normal things. We just really enjoyed all of it and each other. Lots of regular tasks fell to the wayside. My house was never as clean as I'd have liked (but I didn't care either). I have struggled to stay anywhere near a budget (no, not good news). My blog where I genuinely delight in not only the community but in documenting the lovely has been sorely neglected (sorry you guys). But 2017 has been sort of phenomenal, as years go. Life has been lived. The interruptions have been embraced. The lovelies have been joyously noted. Crazy has been conquered. This one goes down in the books as a year that was lived.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Indiana Summer

Two weeks ago little Abe and I went on a five hour trip south with my mom and my sister. We found ourselves in southern Indiana where many of my mom's relatives live and also where my grandparents lived when I was a kid. When I agreed to go on the trip with my mom and sister I wasn't really sure what I was signing on to. I haven't seen the majority of my relatives in Indiana since my grandmother's funeral eleven years ago. In a way they're almost like strangers. Between five of my cousins there are at least ten children in the family in southern Indiana that I'd never met. Is it weird for me to have been a little nervous about visiting my own family?

When I was a kid I remember dreading the drive down there. It was about an hour longer back then but for as old as I was and as annoying as my brothers could be it seemed more like a fifty hour drive then like the six hour drive it actually was. But the six hour drive also meant that we were going to visit my grandparents and their wilderness wonderland. For that I'd make the excruciating trip again and again. I know that at least once my parents dropped my brothers and I off at my grandparent's house and left us there for a portion of the summer. The three of us were free to roam the thirty two wilderness acres, investigate the gardens, swim in and fish in the ponds, and for hours on end enjoy every single bit of what it meant to be a kid.
Grandmother and Grandpa with
one of my aunts (their first born)
 I'm convinced that my intense love for nature started after those six hour drives in the summer as a kid. I hold very dear some of my fondest childhood memories from my Indiana summers. I remember so clearly the adventures my brothers and I had with our cousins in those clay bottom ponds. Visions of us swinging from grape vines over ravines in the woods have never left me. I remember firefly evenings and the smells that always came from my grandparents kitchen. I remember my grandpa taking us for amusement park like rides in his little tractor which he fondly referred to as Little Mack. Sometimes if I close my eyes and think hard enough I can smell the cigar smoke, Indiana clay aroma, and sawdust that mingled together in their garage. And how prim and proper both of my grandparents were, our grammar was always corrected, no running in the house, and no hats were allowed at the table.
Their home in Indiana shorty after it was built,
with only a small corner of the bigger pond showing.

After my parents divorced my grandparents sold their home in Indiana so they could move next door to my mom, their youngest. The property had housed their dream home. They built the house and spent their retirement working on the land. It meant a lot for them to move away from so much of their family that they'd spent so many years near and to leave behind their home. They did it to be with us, with my mom. Unfortunately my grandpa passed during the move. It was weird how in a very few short years during my adolescence I lost my family (when my parents divorced I felt like I lost my mom and my dad), I lost sight of who I was and all self confidence, I lost my favorite place in the world (my grandparent's home in Indiana), and I lost my grandpa. I mean talk about childhood being ripped away all at once.

My grandparent's have both been gone for a long time now. Eleven years ago my grandmother very happily departed in her sleep. She was ready. She missed my grandpa so very much. And more then twenty years ago my grandpa left us far, far too soon. It's been close to twenty five years since I last felt the magic, the safety, the love, and the very meaning of what it is to live while at my grandparent's home in Indiana. I've lamented that loss ever since.

Back to where I started, two weeks ago, seven hours after I got out of work including one rather exhausting five hour car ride later little Abe, my sister, my mom and I found ourselves in southern Indiana at my aunts house in the country. The sky was a dark nigh time expanse, clear as could be and speckled with millions of stars. Crickets were chirping, tree frogs were singing. In the darkness I could smell my grandparents home (although we were no where near it actually).

We spent the next three days reuniting with wonderful family. Except for the new children and the years we each wore (everyone looks so much older, including us to them) it was like time hadn't really passed. My mom's family are so kind and inviting. They're so down to earth and real. They're just as I remembered them and better.

A bridge my cousin built over a
fantastic stone bottom creek.
Between the five different homes we visited and the (literal) hundreds of acres combined that surrounded the homes, the three separate ponds, fish, the wilderness trails, dogs, goats, goat dogs... lets just say my Indiana family is living my grandparents Indiana legacy. I was in heaven. One morning my sister and I sat on my aunt's porch enjoying paradise for two hours while little Abe played in the wonderful hot end of summer sunshine.

This little man had the time of his life
(and made several new furry friends)
Little Abe took tractor rides through the forests, skipped rocks in the creek, threw fish food to catfish, watched Doug the dog try to catch fish, oh yeah while he was swimming in the ponds with Doug and Cooper (another dog). He also swam and played with new cousins he'd never met before. He ran around outside barefoot for hours on end. He climbed trees, watched a plethora of different birds and butterflies, and truly enjoyed the beauty of hundreds of different flowers. Apart from the fireflies I remember as a child that were apparently out of season and swinging from grape vines (which I'm okay with him not having done) he spent three days in southern Indiana almost exactly as I remember it. It was the biggest blessing in the world for me to witness my son enjoying exactly what I remember so fondly enjoying when I was a child.

During the last evening there we had a big family cookout. Seeing everyone was wonderful. Enjoying the Indiana wilderness, and more than that, watching my son revel in adventure was priceless. The vacation away from home to just relax, with family, in so much beauty... it was basically like being at a cabin in the woods by a small lake for three days which I never ever get to do, was amazing! But most of all I regained something vastly precious that had been lost to me for almost twenty five years. Even though my grandparent's home in Indiana is essentially gone (no longer in the family; I can't go back and be with them there) I felt like I was there. And spending time with my aunt who looks (and acts) SOOOO much like my grandmother in her "mature" years, visiting with cousins that remind me of my grandpa, being with family that we mostly have only been with and around through my grandparents... I think the best way to say it is that pieces of my grandparents are in all of their children and grandchildren and great grand children and I could feel that while we were down there visiting. My grandparents have both been gone for eleven years, plus, but they were there. My cup runneth over. 

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Black Krim

This is the underside of my very favorite type of tomato

The photo doesn't do them justice but here's the last of our black krim sliced up

And the start of our third batch of soup for the year

Friday, September 15, 2017

Mid September Harvest

Today gave us one big bowl of romas, the last of the black krim tomatoes 
and the first of the bean harvest.

The stores have switched over from summer and back to school merchandise and are filled with autumn, Halloween, and harvest themed products. It certainly still feels like summer but these tomatoes and beans are harvest blessings in my book. Feeling thankful.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Tomato Soup Time

This year's tomato harvest was a bit smaller than last. I'm not complaining; we still had tomatoes galore. The weather this summer was a little odd and I put the plants in the ground quite a bit later than normal so all things considered I'm thrilled with the harvest.

Yesterday I made this year's second batch of tomato soup. I've just decided that fresh from the garden tomato soup is my very favorite thing to do with the plethora of tomatoes. I've taken to growing two varieties. For a few years now I've been growing a plain standard roma that my son and husband love to just gobble up cut in half with a bit of salt sprinkled on. The romas are good for so many other things too but in this house they are mostly just eaten fresh from the garden. The second tomato I've been growing is a real ugly heirloom called black krim. Honestly, once you cut into it it's not ugly at all. It's actually beautiful swirled with bright greens, very deep magenta reds and bright reds, filled with sweet juices that you can see all surrounding the seeds, it's lovely! They are perfect for anything (that you don't want too much tomato juice on). Fantastic for making sauces and salsa. I love a big slice of black krim on a hamburger or inside grilled cheese... the list goes on and on.

And, the black krim makes an awesome tomato soup! The tomato is so incredibly juicy and sweet that the soup resulting from it is unbeatable. I made the first batch from this summer's bounty about three days ago. I used three tablespoons of oil, a teaspoon of chopped basil, a teaspoon of salt, and some black pepper to saute five (large) chopped cloves of garlic. Then I added two cups of homemade chicken stock that I had in the freezer. To that I added an awesome colorful heap of largely chopped black krim tomato slices (I think it was about 8 large chopped tomatoes). About 30 minutes later, after simmering for at least 20 minutes I had a pot of awesomeness. Add a little whole milk or heavy cream, plop in the blender and get it all pureed and... amazing!

Last year I froze several bags of soup but this year after two large batches there's nothing to freeze. We can't stop eating it. I have to say, I'm excited that fall is just around the corner. I love the cool breeze in the air, the apple harvest, pumpkin season, sweatshirt weather... amazing colors everywhere the eye can see. Fall is awesome but for right now I'm still REALLY enjoying the joys of summer, even though soup sounds like a cold weather sort of thing : )

Wednesday, September 6, 2017


How often do you look at the stars? I used to spend a considerable amount of time beneath their splendor. Combine that I lived in the country for several years (where light pollution doesn't ruin the view), I used to stay up so much later than I do now, and I spent endless hours driving between friends houses and driving home at night from friends houses; I think I've spent a good portion of my life under the speckled black canopy.

Looking up into the endless darkness spotted with those tiny bright dots is always awe inspiring. It makes me feel smaller and so much grander all at once. Countless people have written about the stars, paintings, photographs; artists have been trying to trap the memorizing beauty and grandness of the night's sky forever. We don't often have a clear sky in Michigan. In fact we have upwards of 90 percent cloud cover during all of the winter months. Last year they reported 94% cloud cover all winter long. That means that we only saw the sun and sky peaking through 6% of the time last winter.

Yesterday when leaving for work there was a perfectly clear star speckled sky overhead. I only had a few minutes to stop and marvel at it. My neighbors always have all of their outside lights on (it's weird). There are street lights just a few houses away at each corner... I could see the stars as I left for work and they were beautiful but it's not the same just glancing up at them while I leave for work at 5
am. I am writing this post as an encouragement for myself to get in some really good, purposed stargazing time before the end of fall.

You know that feeling when you stand at the edge of an ocean or look out onto the horizon from the top of a mountain? You feel like you're looking at something enormous, that you can see farther then you've ever seen before. Something so very much bigger than yourself if passing before your sight. I think the night sky, uninhibited by clouds beats both of those views, despite it's simplicity, despite it's being present each night (however, visible less often). Looking into the stars not only means one is looking billions of miles away (when can we ever claim that) but we're also looking into the past. One star is sending light from from five years ago. Looking at that one bright dot means looking five years into the past. Five years ago when my son was an infant, five years ago when my husband and I were at different jobs, when people who were still alive but are no longer, that light was just given off. Other stars are shining that was first given off 20 years ago, 50 years ago, 450 years ago. Light from when your mother was first born, your grandfather, during world war II and all the horrors, during the highlight of the Roman empire, and when Jesus walked the earth. Anything you may have read in history book. It's all in the star light. Standing beneath a clear night sky, right now, in this moment, light from all over history is showering down upon us.

It's not quite like looking at a fabulously old tree or a piece of stone that may be millions of years old. Viewing light from the stars is actually like looking into the past. The very same light you and I see from each of the different stars is the light that was given off by that star however many years ago. It's literally like looking back in time. I don't think most people stand before a clear brilliant night sky and think to themselves, "wow, I'm looking at history," but I think most of us can feel it. Without thoughts, without words, stargazing is still just as powerful an experience.

Monday, September 4, 2017

Poop Coffee

I have a word of advice, especially if you're a regular coffee drinker and especially if you like a pretty good cup (you know, like you're not in the habit of stopping by gas stations to buy a cheap cup of the dirty brown stuff. Maybe there's even a certain bean you prefer, like say a good rich Guatemalan bean).

Last week in an attempt to pinch pennies (for real though, almost nothing has changed here in the past few months) I picked up a cheap can of coffee. I won't name names. Great idea, right? No! For the past week I've been drinking coffee that smells like poop or at least very close to it. Okay, it's not that bad but seriously it's gross. I'm not in the habit of doctoring up my coffee. I mean I usually drink it black or with a teaspoon of sugar. But black coffee that smells like poop doesn't taste much better and it wasn't worth the $3 I saved. And yes I keep drinking it because I paid for it. Bleck! If you're thinking it might be rotten or something, it's not. It's just cheap and I can't bring myself to purchase creamer to help hide the flavor because that would counteract the whole "saving money" thing.

So, my advice: Brew at home. That saves a lot but don't try and pinch pennies buying cheap grounds or you might pay for it.

(Yeah, this isn't really an advice column. I just wanted a "constructive" way to complain about my poop coffee)
Signing off.

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Blogging Hiatus

June? July? August? Well that went fast...

Our 2017 sunflowers

I had this sudden compulsion to stop by blogger and count my blessings... well at least five of them. It's much too much of a beautiful end of summer day to not quickly jot something cheery down.

  1. Our Garden
    The awe inspiring fact that tiny, lifeless seeds are able to grow into such large bountiful fruit producing plants has yet to evade me. I'm in love with the garden. I'm in love with the fact that despite my planting the seeds, tilling the soil, and tending the plants, I am incapable of making them grow. The Lord alone resides over that feat and I feel truly blessed to be witness to it.
  2. My Job
    Do I love venturing from the comfort of our cozy home so that I can earn a little extra income? No. But I'm really tremendously thankful for a job that I mostly like and for the fact that I'm able to earn needed income for our family but only work twenty four hours a week. I feel very blessed to be where I'm at in life, able to make some money but I am also able to spend most of my time raising my son.
  3. Baby Sparrows
    OUR ROBINS came back this year. They built a gorgeous little nest in the honeysuckle and momma laid two lovely blue gems into the masterpiece. I watched as a crow swooped in and plundered the beautiful eggs. I was really heartbroken, furious... I may have wanted to retaliate with murder. I'm pretty easily jarred. Almost the entire summer went by, our robins vanished, and my anger with the crows never ceased. But then one day there were tiny little brown birds almost invading every bush surrounding our back alley. The little things were so hyper, so noisy, so excited about life. A large group of just learning to fly, jumping and flailing baby sparrows brought much needed joy to our nature adventures this summer. Life goes on, despite large annoying black birds, life goes on. I'm thankful for baby sparrows.
  4. Family
    It's generic, it's expected, it goes without saying but I cannot actually bring myself to making a list of blessings without it. Family and friends are thee number one most important aspect and biggest blessing in my life.
  5. Strawberry Rhubarb Jam
    I've been absent here for several months but not much has changed. I still LOVE food! Little Abe and I made a spectacular batch of strawberry rhubarb jam this summer and this morning it topped our breakfast french toast. I heated up a few sliced strawberries in the hot french toast pan to lay on top of the jam. Strawberry rhubarb french toast with black coffee... come on, is there any better way to start an end of summer Sunday? I think not!

This year has been really busy and really pretty wonderful. I did a heavy priorities check awhile back and majorly cut my online presence. The most significant omission was deactivating my facebook account for several months. There are a lot of people on facebook that I have little contact with otherwise but it was wonderful not having the monster that is facebook as apart of my life for quite a long while. I never meant however to stop blogging but leaving facebook, committing to spending almost no time at the computer during little Abe's waking hours, and loving the dis-connected life sort of just led to my unintentional absence in blogger. I've missed you all!

Friday, May 26, 2017

June? Disney. 2017 is flying by.

My blog and my brain seem to be stuck in April... is May seriously almost over? For real, June is less than a week away?!?!?

This year has been so unbelievably busy!!! Good, but busy. I have hardly been by blogger this year and I'm starting to seriously miss all of you. I think I'm going to declare this weekend, "blog catch up weekend," and I'll have to stop by all of your blogs and see what's been happening in your parts of the world.

Updates here: We just got back from a road trip to Disney World. Yep, DISNEY WORLD! (we went to three parks) My husband has basically been begging for this trip for years and I finally said yes. Yes, I temporarily lost my mind. Little Abe was tall enough to go on all but two rides and it turns out that he LOVES rollarcoasters.

That's basically the update. I just wanted to check in and say hello since apparently a whole entire month has gone by since I was last here. Now, let "blog catch up weekend" begin!

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Furry fluffy wooly spring babies

The past month has been a whirlwind of outdoor adventures; walks (LOTS of walks), yard work, digging in dirt and worm finding for little Abe, Easter festivities, and other such springy fun.

I promise you there's milk in that pop bottle
and the goat is drinking it.

One of the highlights of the past month happened two weeks ago when little Abe and I attended a baby animal class at a local farm. The class was two hours of baby animal overload (meaning overload in the best possible way). Little Abe was able to pick up baby chicks, pet baby bunnies, bottle feed a lamb and a goat, and learn lots about the animals.

I enjoyed the goat portion the most. Miss Mary put all of us in a room and then called the parents to fetch a baby goat so that each child could bottle feed their very own baby goat. I can honestly say I was a little worried I might drop the two week old armful but it was a thrill carrying the little animal to my son who was waiting expectantly with a bottle full of milk. Once all the goats finished drinking they frolicked around the room full of children and parents. Baby goats are quite possibly some of the cutest things on earth and probably because they're full of such joy and antics. 

These tiny twins are only a few hours old!

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Life is simply beautiful

I delight in the absolute simplest of things: a gentle breeze of crisp fresh air, bird songs and the musician's feathered flight, spying my son inventing new games on his own, smiling at my husband while he laughs heartily at something I don't find amusing (we do not have the same sense of humor). With spring comes a vibrant display of new life; the world surrounding almost screams of the miracle being birthed everywhere. I can hardly contain the joy this seasons brings to me through the same routine things that happen every single year.

Flowers and leaves blooming after the long cold white grey winter.
Baby animals being born in every field and every barn.
Birds nesting, working, playing, singing, nesting.
Seeds being sown and sprouting to grow into miraculous plants for a summer and autumn harvest.

Now that spring is truly here, the continuous rains have transformed our dead brown world into a vibrant green wonderland, the birds are all back and bustling, and our windows are open to let in the lovely clean scents and the happy spring sounds. Today my simple self is soaking in the ordinary yet miraculous. Today is perfection.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Two Months In

I've been very absent in blogger land which sometimes is a reflection of chaos and bad crazy in my real world. I wanted to quick check in with all you folks, people I enjoy having a little part in my life and many of you whose lives I enjoy being a small part of as well to say no chaos and bad crazy going on here, just lots of busy busy life.

Two months ago I posted the following. I just read it today and realized how completely and totally true every world of it still is. This year, 2017 still feels really new, different, and despite the busy, busy, rush, rush this has been and looks to be a happy new year.

January 11: This year feels weird. It feels hopeful but weird. Maybe it's just the way I'm interpreting the fresh feeling of newness that virtually every January holds. After all we're only eleven days in and I've been focusing not on cleaning my home, nor on losing weight, or any other respectable task but instead I've been focusing on laughter. I imagine that could give this brand new year a feeling of hopefulness. Whatever the case it has one. 
My husband and I seem to be on the same page in many areas. There's nothing normal about that. When they say opposites attract they were talking about him and me. There's something really fresh and new and revitalizing about this place of strange unity. I feel like little Abe is at a place, at an age where so many huge new beginnings lie before him. He's getting so smart so fast. He's getting so aware so fast. He's able to do so many things so much more fully. It's mind boggling to witness. I'm in awe of him. 
Also, in terms of myself I feel so calm. I think my job was giving me so much anxiety for so long, and my health suffered as a result. Now that I'm feeling content and peaceful in my daily life I can feel my back pain decreasing. I can feel strength finally starting to build up in my back after so long of feeling almost cripple (something I try and not speak of often on the blog). I'm finding more motivation for little things, granted that has a lot to do with back pain decreasing. It seems that progress can now be made in so many areas that have been stagnant for a long time. 
And I'm excited. I'm excited to live each day as it comes. I'm excited for every tiny beauty. I'm excited for all things new. I'm excited for the joy that can be had in simplicity. I'm excited just to be. There's a really lovely calm amidst the excitement and I think it's what they call happy. I am happy.
Little Abe and his daddy

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Warmth; A few hours out of doors

The gate leading into our backyard got a makeover today.

Hooray for the first warm days at the end of winter.

 Boy arts and crafts?

I was (am) a tomboy so this has always been my kind of arts and crafts too. 
Anyone want to take a guess at how long this will stay up? 
I'd honestly be fine with leaving it here forever.

Monday, February 13, 2017

I want to look at people the way my four year old does

This week my son had an assignment where he had to tell the story of when a visitor came to his house. Last summer two of his cousins came over to play for the day. For the assignment he tried to tell me the story of that day. I wrote it all down as fast as I could.

The point of the story was to focus on detail. He was supposed to tell his story as if someone who knew nothing about his visitors was reading it. He did a very good job telling me about how much fun they had and what they did together. But I had to ask him, "what did your visitors look like?" At first while I was writing his description down I couldn't help but want to ask him for more specific details because this was what he told me:

"Siaara looks like a sister and her is. And she looks like a friend of mine. Asher looks like a friend of mine and he looks very brave."

I didn't ask him to elaborate though and I'm glad that I didn't. It wasn't until later that day as I was driving to my mom's and little Abe was sleeping in his car seat that his description of his cousins really spoke to me. My son has a really impressive imagination. He's very creative. He's incredibly talkative (to people that he knows) and his vocabulary is extremely large. He could easily have said that one of his cousins is very tall, that she has really long yellow-ish hair and that she is skinny. He could have said that she is pretty or that he likes her face (he's said that about several different people).

I kept thinking about it and thinking about it, "she looks like a friend... and he looks very brave." If someone asked you to describe what your sister looks like or your best friend what would you say? I wouldn't say she looks like my friend but there is something about a four year old describing two of his very favorite people looking "like a friend of mine" that just makes me want to be a better person. If someone asked me what my sister looked like I think it'd be admirable to say, "she looks incredibly kind. In fact she looks like someone who enjoys making people happy. She looks like a friend of mine and she's my sister."

I want to look at people the way my four year old does. One of the things that I keep thinking over and over, with as divided as things seem to be culturally these days I honestly believe that if he'd been describing someone of another race his description would have still been what it was. I know that my son doesn't see skin color or racial differences as something that makes people different from each other. I remember last summer when a family of very dark skinned individuals was at the splash pad by the river. They honestly stuck out like a sore thumb and I remember little Abe was sort of staring. I asked him, "why do you keep looking at that little boy honey?" And I remember he turned to me and said, "because he looks really cool!" He never said a word about the boy having really dark skin. I want to look at people the way my four year old does.