tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286321972024-03-07T16:51:37.120-08:00Of Life and LegosMusings on life in a house full of boys, and other miscellanea.Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.comBlogger384125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-70782927059558634652015-08-10T08:52:00.000-07:002015-08-10T08:52:01.857-07:00Conversations with God<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
I was sitting on the back steps this morning complaining to God about our little foster boy who is so naughty and annoying and mean and makes life just so unpleasant.</div>
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“Lord, he was so naughty yesterday that I woke up irked at him today! He’s such a putz. He doesn’t listen and he doesn’t learn. I can’t let him out of my sight, but I’m sick of him always being IN my sight. My own kids don’t even want to be around me because HE is always around me and is such a pest to them! He’s making everything so hard and onerous. Can’t you just FIX him?”</div>
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“Kerri, I’ve got a job for you,” God answered.</div>
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“A job for me? Of course! I’m happy to do whatever you want, Lord. How can I serve you?”</div>
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“I’m up for it. Anything for you, Lord.”</div>
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“It’s going to be unpleasant and require sacrifice, but I will give you the grace you’ll need.”</div>
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“Love this little boy. Teach him. Be kind and gentle, yet firm and consistent. Be playful and affectionate while showing him how to respect authority. And be patient with him. Long-sufferingly patient with him.”</div>
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“Okay, Lord. Here goes. But you’d better have an awful lot of that grace on hand.”</div>
Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-29081357177746181662015-08-04T15:33:00.000-07:002015-08-04T15:33:06.693-07:00Breathing is Important<div style="font-family: Helvetica;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">I really do want to write. I enjoy writing. It feels good to produce something. It feels good to “get it out.” And maybe I’m egotistical but I like people to read what I’ve written and maybe find encouragement or humor or a kindred soul.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">During my preteen and teenage years I journaled extensively. It was critical that I document all the feelings, escapades and trivia of my mostly blissful but also typically hormonal adolescence. I later burned those journals. I didn’t want all that immaturity to come back and haunt me… or whatever descendant might happen upon them one day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Of all the articles I wrote for print during the seven years I worked for newspapers, the only ones I clipped and kept were editorial-type pieces; the ones not about “news” but about life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">So writing has been important to me for a long time. But it has fallen low on the priority list. There are so many “should”s in life, not to mention “must”s and the “I think it’s a must but really it’s not”s, that engaging in something as trivial (not the right word), wasteful (not quite right either), frivolous (getting closer) as writing for a blog that no one reads anymore because I’ve left it abandoned for far too long, or even just for myself should I never get around to pushing the “publish” button seems trifling (resorted to the thesaurus to find that one).</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">But another <a href="http://testosterhome.net/" target="_blank">mom-of-many who is also a writer</a> who finds herself in a time of unfortunate neglect of her talent inspired me with a recent blog post to sit down outside in the dappled shade, let the breeze tease my hair and just write something, get it out, let it flow, take a breather, be indulgent.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: x-small;">Exhale. Yes, that's what it feels like. Breathing is important (let that be the profound thought I am one day remembered for -- "breathing is important!"). I make no commitment to write more regularly, though I'd like to. For now I'm just sitting </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: x-small;">here breathing. Yeah, it is important.</span>Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-46019943127198311552014-09-06T18:40:00.001-07:002014-09-06T18:40:10.125-07:00I Corinthians 13 - Foster Parents' Version<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
“If I feed and clothe and bathe and tuck in my foster kids with stories, hugs and kisses, but do not love them, I am only going through the motions. If I take them to school and help them with homework and attend parent-teacher conferences but have not love for them, I am nothing. If I play games with them and go to team meetings and rearrange my schedule around them but do not love them, I fail.” ~ A Foster Parents’ Paraphrase of I Corinthians 13:1-3</div>
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I felt like today was a good day for me in loving my foster kids. I invested heavily. The problem is that the day after days like today I often don’t even want to talk to them — I just want a break, and they’re ready for Intense Attention Part Two! And really, this applies to relationships of every sort. Sometimes loving comes easily and is a pure joy, but honestly, sometimes it can be draining!</div>
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Love is so much more than an emotion, I know that. Love is action. It’s doing what’s best for others. But it’s also more than just action. Love is attitude. It’s doing what’s best for others even if it’s hard or tiring or not your most favoritest thing to do, and not begrudging them for it, and doing it with joy, again and again every day. And that kind of love is beyond mere human capability — at least this human’s capability. </div>
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And I wonder if (and hope that) there’s a little bit of love even in self-preservation. If I cannot love these children well tomorrow if I don’t take at least a little bit of time for myself today, isn’t having a cup of tea right now really the most loving thing to do, long term, even if they’re pouting because I won’t play yet another game with them?</div>
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And then I think of Jesus who gave so selflessly, his all, his very life! And I think that maybe that cup of tea could wait until after they go to bed. It’s a conflicting feeling, wanting tea and wanting to be holy. Not that they’re mutually exclusive. You know what I mean.</div>
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But even Jesus had to eat, and even Jesus went away to lonely places away from the crowds. And in those times he prayed and he spent time with those who were close to him, those who were maybe a little easier to love. And his strength was restored to love and love and love some more. So perhaps now really is the time for tea, tea and prayer and restoration.</div>
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Yes, I think that’s exactly what time it is.</div>
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School’s wrapped up for another year (to resume in June thanks to some crazy mom/teacher who thinks it’s a good idea to keep learning year-round), and the sensation is conflicting. A break sounds absolutely wonderful; the “school’s out to do” list is daunting; and I crave to write <i>something</i> but am agonizing word by word over the pointlessness of the lines appearing before my eyes.</div>
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I’ve got some summer goals (not so big on New Year’s resolutions, but shorter term goals are less formidable):</div>
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1 - Beef up my juggling skills. Yes, real juggling with three balls. (I know, this is so important, right? Life-changing really, and the first thing that comes to mind when I think “What do I need/want to do this summer?”)</div>
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2 - Gotta clean up my schooling supplies that are in mad disarray in the pantry, on my bedroom floor, on the bookshelf, all over the counter. Some days having a “classroom” sounds really nice. </div>
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3 - Wash my walls. They’re yucky. My sons are such dirty creatures and they touch everything… with their hands <i>and</i> feet. I’ll employ their help on this one. Maybe if we tackle (scrub, scour, wipe, wash, cleanse, hose down, disinfect) the house section by section we’ll get it done before the end of August without having to pull any all-nighters.</div>
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4 - Think of some way to keep these boys busy… besides our light load of summer school and heavy load of wall washing. Seriously, I’ve got a 12-year-old who has taken to loafing. He lays in the recliner, then wanders the kitchen and opens the fridge, then sits down on the couch and sighs. I send him out to empty the compost bucket or wash windows or some other mundane productive task but I need a list (a <i>long</i> list) to keep him occupied now. Times like this I wish we lived closer to some of our dear ranching friends — I’m sure they could find something for idle hands to do in summer!</div>
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5 - And of course the yard and garden always offer something “to do”… at least they will when it stops snowing with regularity.</div>
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6 - Blog. Hone this dwindling writing skill of mine. Grasp onto inspired ideas and articulate them with eloquence and wisdom.</div>
Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-32391667650199269672014-01-15T18:18:00.000-08:002014-01-15T18:18:26.888-08:00Rejuvenation<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
It’s been a fabulous week so far.</div>
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We’ve done school. We’ve done chores. I’ve gone grocery shopping. It’s been very mundane.</div>
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I almost feel guilty feeling this wonderful… the week our foster children left the house.</div>
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I cannot explain why we are foster parents except to say that it’s God’s fault. It was never our plan. But it was His, and so we do it, and it’s been good. I can definitely say we’ve grown in grace, patience, love, compassion and negotiating skills. During the last two and a half years, we’ve had between one and four extra kids in our home all but two months.</div>
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Mostly it’s been… easy is the wrong word… manageable is the wrong word… fine? Fine. Mostly it’s been fine. The last two kiddos were more draining than some others, but even with them, it was fine. There have been highlights and struggles, but when does parenting not have highlights and struggles?</div>
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So since Monday afternoon — a whole 48 hours — we’ve been foster-child free. And I feel like someone added an extra two hours to the day, erased half my to do list, and infused me with a mega-dose of some magic stress-reducing, energy-amping drug. </div>
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Wade and I have been talking about taking a couple month break from doing foster care. We’ve been feeling drained. Tired. In need of a rest. But I had no idea just how drained I was. It’s not just the extra time and effort of walking kids to school, making sure homework gets done, overseeing chores and doing an extra load of laundry that’s been exhausting us. It’s investing passionately in the hearts and heads of kids who maybe we don’t always make you feel much like investing in them… in kids who’ve been taught or trained or picked up as survival skills things like lying, sneaking or bossing. It’s wearying.</div>
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But now we’re on a break. And it feels so good. And I almost feel guilty about it. But I think God knew we needed this respite, however long it turns out to be. And when He decides to open our home to more kids, we’ll (hopefully) be ready to love, give, invest, and have the energy to do it with gusto.</div>
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Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-55900564458157472942014-01-05T20:27:00.000-08:002014-01-05T20:27:15.527-08:00Christmas Break ResolutionsI don't do New Year's Resolutions, but this year I did have two Christmas/New Years break goals (did you know two-week goals are a lot easier to follow through on than 52-week goals?): play lots of games with all my kiddos and purge some atrociously cluttered areas of the house. Yea for success on both counts -- woohoo!<div>
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This year's break was a full two weeks long (including the weekend on either end, we actually had 16 days off) so there was lots of time for play and work (in that order). The kids and I engaged in many games of Sorry, Hands Down, Feed the Kitty, Connect Four, Mancala, Doodle Dice, Stratego and the Bean Game, and I assisted in the building of several Lego structures. And the tupperware cupboard and sewing/crafting/storing room are also navigable again. It was a very good break.</div>
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In the morning school and schedules begin again (except only sorta, since the public school is cancelled due to extreme cold). And that's a good thing too (the routine, not school being cancelled. That's actually kind of a pain, because it's awkward teaching some of my kids at home with my other kids running around). With a (somewhat) decluttered house and kids whose game/attention/love-banks are full, I feel ready to start 2014 with gusto.</div>
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Awhile back we took our old basement couch to the dump, but I kept the cushions because they also fit the love seat. Great! Spares in case the love seat’s get stained or damaged! In the meantime, they are taking up room and getting played with and generally getting in the way in the basement. Not so great.</div>
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The same thing happens with worn out clothes (could be used for kids’ costumes or fabric), outgrown clothes (you never know when we’ll have younger ones in the house again), kitchen items I never use (but someday I might!), and random art and craft supplies that make me feel like someday I might be better at doing art class with the boys. </div>
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See what I mean? I want to hang on to stuff that has so much potential, but I really don’t want it taking up space and making our home feel cluttery.</div>
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And Wade is no better. Not recognizing the full potential of his clutter, I’m often tempted to just toss gobs of it and hope he’ll never notice. Once in awhile I do, but the ancient original Mac still sits on our bedroom floor, taunting me with its worthlessness every time I walk by it. I'm certain he'd notice if I tossed that!</div>
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And just when I feel motived to purge the house of anything and everything that hasn't been used or admired in the last year (or five), something comes in handy and I’m justified in having held on to it for so long. </div>
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Today was a strong de-clutter day for me. With a hint of eternal perspective encouraging me to let go of what’s not really valuable, I filled four bags with trash and one big box for the Clothes Closet, a local second hand store. Over and over I asked myself, “Do I need it? Do I want it?” I’ve come to realize that when the mood to declutter strikes, it’s best to take full advantage of it. If it’s still going strong tomorrow, I’ve got a couple particular areas in mind to purge. </div>
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And you know, it feels really good, and it looks really good. Why do I not just live unclutteredly all the time? I know, I know, it’s because those old broken window frames will someday make the most adorable picture frames, there may come a day when the entire family needs a thermos full of hot chocolate, and you just never know when there will be a girl in the house who will love reading my old Nancy Drew books.</div>
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Wade took notes for the minutes at our congregational meeting Sunday after church. Since his writing is rather cryptic, especially when done quickly, he jotted them on notepaper with the intent to copy them more neatly into the official congregational meeting minute book later. And thus we were sent home with a very tattered book containing our church’s congregational meeting minutes.</div>
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The first inside page says “Congregational Minutes of Holland Center Christian Reformed Church.” On the next, in neat scrawl, is written, “Notulen van de Gemeente vergaderings der chris. Ger. heuk van Holland Center.”</div>
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The first entry was made on Nov. 23, 1913 — almost 100 years ago exactly! — and is written entirely in Dutch. The only things Wade and I could decipher were numbers, a dollar sign, and last names (some still present in our congregation): Stuit, Huiner, LeFebre, Beld, Kok.</div>
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The entries continue in Dutch for nearly 30 years until the meeting of Nov. 27, 1941. I was intrigued by the proposals of the consistory on the following page, one year later:</div>
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<i>1 The consistory feels that the introduction of individual communion cups is neither feasible nor necessary for the congregation at this time.</i></div>
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<i>2 The consistory favors the incorporation of this church under the laws of the state of South Dakota.</i></div>
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<i>3 The consistory moves that divine services be conducted only in the English language.</i></div>
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The pen and handwriting change every few pages as clerks were appointed, finished their terms, and were re-appointed in later years. In small congregations, the list of eligible elders and deacons is limited, and each man only gets a few years off between duties.</div>
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In the 1950s we begin seeing names of men still in our congregation — and still serving it until fewer than five years ago. By the 1970s, most of the names listed are familiar — they or their families still attend or there is a table, appliance or piano with a memorial plaque bearing their name.</div>
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On Nov. 23, 2008, Wade’s name appears, written in black ink on the yellow page: “Elder and deacon election results: Rod LeFebre - elder, Wade Howard - deacon.” And today Wade will enter the minutes of the Nov. 23, 2013 congregational meeting. We have become a part of a long history of blessing, trial, community and faith.</div>
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Those yellow pages, held together by frail binding and tattered cover, are a record of motions made and passed, elections of elders and deacons, minutes read and approved — rather dry reading, really. But it’s a history, a record of people involved in their church, willingly doing God’s will, serving the families around them, living their faith. And I can’t help but feel a surge of pride at seeing my husband’s name and penmanship alongside those of so many Godly leaders past.</div>
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Recently I was bemoaning that I don’t read much during the school year. I haven’t checked a book out of the library since August. My “To read” list keeps getting longer and rarely does anything get crossed off of it. Even the sweet stack of books my sister lent me this summer has barely dwindled. How could I let reading fall off my radar?</div>
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And then it struck me that <i>I read two hours every day</i> while teaching my boys, and while it may not be anything from my “I’d like to read someday list,” and a lot of it would be found in the juvenile section at the library, I’ve actually read a lot of really enjoyable books in a variety of genres in the past few months.</div>
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Here are a few of the most enjoyable ones that I would fondly recommend to middle school readers, or parents reading aloud to middle schoolers, or to adults who aren’t put off by literature that is about children or geared toward their reading levels.</div>
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<u>The Great Wheel</u> by Robert Lawson — The cover says this book is geared for ages 10 to 14, but I completely enjoyed this (slightly romantic) tale of a lad fulfilling his destiny through his work on “Ferris’ Folly” —the original Ferris wheel constructed for the 1893 World’s Fair in Chicago.</div>
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<u>Owls in the Family</u> by Farley Mowat — A true story about the author’s childhood and his atypical pets and their scrapes, scuffles and adventures, ‘Lij and I both enjoyed this story I read aloud to him. I may make this "required reading" for the other three later in the school year too -- I think they'd love it!</div>
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<u>Little Britches</u> by Ralph Moody — Subtitled “Father and I Were Ranchers,” this memoir about the author’s childhood is definitely not just for children (in fact, some of the language that the neighbors use warrants either an omission or a discussion on not always following the crowd). We’re about two thirds of the way through and enjoying every humorous, touching and adventure-filled chapter as Ralph learns what it means to be a rancher and a man.</div>
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<u>Caddie Woodlawn</u> by Carol Ryrie Brink — This reminded me of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s stories, only with more mischief and shenanigans. It was based on stories from the author’s grandmother’s childhood.</div>
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<u>The Seven Wonders of Sassafras Springs</u> by Betty G. Birney — This one was fun and a little bit silly. When a boy with a severe case of wanderlust is challenged by his dad to find seven “wonders” in his own hometown in order to earn a trip to his distant uncle and aunt’s, he and his companions discover history, mystery and lore almost under their noses.</div>
Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-74326158271530348842013-09-22T19:01:00.000-07:002013-09-22T19:01:28.174-07:00ImportI imported pictures today and was inspired to share these.<br />
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A day's worth of tomato pickings in a variety of colors and sizes. Those are lemon boy, pineapple, yellow pear, roma and black cherry -- yummy!<br />
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I fooled loosely with catching a storm and got this lightening shot. I think the coolest part is how incredibly dark those clouds are as they roll across the county!<br />
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Aww, my handsome man and two of our fun-lovin' progeny. They make me swoon.<br />
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This little creeper was creeping across my counter. He was itty bitty. He's on a piece of paper here, and I'm zoomed in so much you can see the paper grain. Now he's outside.<br />
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Speaking of bugs in the house, I woke up one morning and found a butterfly in the kitchen. Hours later I found this empty chrysalis on a tomato I picked the day before. Mystery solved!<br />
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<br />Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-32046486024916963202013-09-19T10:13:00.003-07:002013-09-19T10:13:56.753-07:00September<br />
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a cup of spiced tea</div>
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summer blowing a farewell kiss</div>
Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-22484819544658128532013-09-11T11:00:00.000-07:002013-09-11T11:00:20.450-07:00Not Afraid<br />
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I am not paranoid, anxious, fretful or a worry-wort. But when I think about something dire happening to my husband, it gets hard to breathe.</div>
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So when he was admitted to the local hospital last week, and then ambulanced to a larger one 150 miles away, I would have expected some panic to set in.</div>
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But I was not afraid.</div>
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When his fever raged, his vision doubled and he vomited every time he moved his head, I would have thought I'd have fallen to pieces.</div>
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But I was not afraid.</div>
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When the dreaded words "West Nile" and "meningitis" were spoken, I would have expected fear to rope my mind and drag it around like a lassoed calf.</div>
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But I was not afraid.</div>
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I was concerned. I prayed with a frequency and fervor unlike any conversation I've had with God before. But it wasn't a prayer of panic or desperation. God's hand of calm was on my heart throughout this ordeal, and the words of Psalm 23 were true in a way I've never known before.</div>
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"Though my husband walked through the valley of the shadow of death, I feared no evil, for You were with me. Your rod and your staff comforted me… My cup overflows."</div>
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Hundreds of people were praying for Wade's protection and recovery, and God heard and answered those prayers in an amazing way. Yesterday, less than a week after being released from the hospital, he worked almost a full 8-hour day without becoming over-tired.</div>
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But I suspect that someone, maybe some-many, were also praying for me, and God also answered those prayers in an amazing way.</div>
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Praise God!</div>
Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-45122690132888864592013-08-30T20:30:00.000-07:002013-08-30T20:30:28.886-07:00This week...<br />
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I got up by 7 a.m. every day, and several days was up before the alarm went off (this was totally God's doing, as my own wakingpower and willpower in the morning are nil).</div>
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We logged the required number of hours each school day with a comfortable accumulation of minutes to spare.</div>
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I had the boys take notes every day during history, and on Friday instead of reading another chapter, we had a review and remember day… and they remembered (and understood) what we had read!</div>
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And then to really drive things home, Friday's English writing assignment was tied to what we had read and reviewed in history.</div>
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I'm feeling pretty good about this week. I like to hope they'll all be this successful, but I admit I'm definitely on a new school year high (organized, inspired and energized), and my gumption is not likely to maintain this kind of elevation clear through May. </div>
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But we'll take it one week at a time, praying as we go.</div>
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And next week is a four-day school week, so it's off to a good start already.</div>
Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-55291542931550905272013-08-25T19:46:00.000-07:002013-08-25T19:46:43.766-07:00Aspirations<br />
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I'm okay with that.</div>
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I've been praying quite a bit about it.</div>
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I want more than an education for my kids.</div>
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I want them to gain not just information, but understanding.</div>
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Not just facts, but truth.</div>
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Not just knowledge, but wisdom.</div>
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I want them to learn not just how to think, but to discern.</div>
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And those things go deeper than the brain. They go to the heart.</div>
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And those things are more than I can teach. But Jesus can.</div>
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And so I've been trying (struggling?) to give this school year to God. To let Him direct it. To let Him inspire it. To give Him full control over it and trust Him to teach us what we need to both pass the standardized tests and live holy lives.</div>
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I know that learning truth, understanding, wisdom and discernment aren't just for "school" time. They're life-long challenges. But as long as we're really focusing on and dedicating time to learning, why not aspire to learn with our hearts as well as our heads?</div>
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Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-218246891810232162013-08-12T18:44:00.000-07:002013-08-12T18:44:38.882-07:00Canning ConfessionThe late summer canning season is upon us. Beans and cucumbers are growing with gusto and my pantry shelves are filling rapidly. It's great. But -- and here's where my nerdiness comes shining through -- as much as I enjoy seeing the shelves fill, what really excites me is adding another year to my canning jar lids. It's almost as much fun as hearing the pop of a jar sealing.<br />
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I know, the instructions say not to reuse 'em, but my grandma did, my mom does, and I do too, and we all have great sealing success. And every time I do I write the year on top in permanent marker. The majority of my lids have at least three years penned on them. My mom has one with ten years marked on it!<br />
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Today I was cleaning my canning jar lid drawer (yes, there is a designated drawer in the kitchen), tossing out rusty rings and weeding out lids with damaged edges or rust spots. And I cringed every time I had to toss one with more than three years on it. One even had five -- it was half way to fame! "Man, there goes a fun one!" I thought.<br />
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Today I got to add "13" to ten more lids (it was beans today). One lid graduated to its fifth year; several received their first markings. But I'm optimistic that with careful opening, they'll be around to rack up many more pen marks.<br />
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Happy canning to all you garden-happy people out there!Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-21675728730356779792013-06-27T16:16:00.000-07:002013-06-27T16:16:02.851-07:00Yard Walk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And my blueberries! Look how loaded the little bushes are -- yea!</div>
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I was so excited that these black-eyed Susan vines actually started blooming. I started them from seed, and I haven't had a lot of luck starting my own flowers. So this makes me happy.</div>
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My little alakazam or abracadabra or hokus pokus rose is loaded! For such a bitty bush it's putting on a pretty impressive display! And the bees knees behind it finally decided to open (I was beginning to wonder).</div>
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Oh, peek behind the picnic table a sec -- that's the new clematis that I thought was dead when it arrived in the mail. It's not!</div>
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Alas, we're down to one surviving pumpkin plant. Hope nothing tragic happens to it or we'll have to buy pumpkins this fall!</div>
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Luke's cucumber plants are doing nicely though.</div>
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In fact this whole row of vining things is doing alright. Besides Luke's cukes, we've got gourds and luffa. (You know those long, tubular body scrubby things you can use in the shower? They're the core of luffa fruit/squash/gourd thingies. We're going for homemade this year.)</div>
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The arbor is looking quite lush this year!</div>
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Another potted tomato plant...</div>
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And this cute little volunteer is loving its spot near the drippy water spigot. Sigh. Isn't it sweet?</div>
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The tomatoes are looking <i>awesome!</i> And those four little ones in front? Volunteers I didn't have the heart to pull. I know, they're way too close together to stay there, but, well, for now they're gonna.</div>
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And the strawberries. Pretty small, but bearing nicely -- much better than they did last year.</div>
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This bed is getting so lush! Love it! Let's take a closer look.</div>
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They're a little past their prime, but still pack such a bright punch of color.</div>
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You wouldn't think it to look at these sweet, simple roses, but they are incredibly fragrant. Not quite as aromatic as double delight, but wonderfully potent nonetheless.</div>
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And just beyond them is my salad garden. The radishes popped up right away, but the lettuce and spinach took a little longer, and the carrots aren't doing real great -- only a dozen or so have come up yet and it's been weeks. Maybe it's too shady?</div>
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This corner bed is slowly filling in more and more. This year I planted several tomato plants in there since there was room, and the more plants that take up space, the fewer weeds come through.</div>
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The wildflower mix I scattered in this bed several years ago never fails to delight me. This time of year it's mostly sweet William.</div>
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The poor little annuals around the mailbox were planted just before the hail storm. They survived, but they're still looking a little rough.</div>
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This bed isn't doing much in the way of color yet, but the Russian sage, coneflowers and milkweed look like they're gonna go gangbusters later this summer.</div>
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Oh, there's a little color -- the potentilla is showing some yellow. I think it needs some pruning. It has a lot of bare branches this year. Tell me why we still have a seat-less Hot Wheels trike in the driveway? Our baby is almost 8. Hopeful thinking, I guess.</div>
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Okay, that tall blooming thing that resembles a yucca? It's a um, volunteer (I can't call it a weed since I deliberately left it to grow there). This is the first time it's bloomed, and I hope it doesn't scatter seed that tries to take over the flower bed. I'm a little wary about unidentified "volunteers," so I'm keeping a close eye on it.</div>
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This is one of the hanging baskets the boys got for me for Mother's Day. It took the hail hard too, but carries on.</div>
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Now, no laughing. I know this is no VanWingerden's product, but this is the fuchsia the boys got me for Mother's Day. It took the hail even harder. It was mere twigs afterward.</div>
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But look at all the buds it has!</div>
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And we're back around to the deck. Gotta remind those boys about not leaving bikes on the walking path... again!</div>
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Nope, those aren't weeds, I've got pepper plants growing in there with the blueberries and dahlias. Now what is a rubber snubber doing in my flower bed? Seriously, do I live with boys?</div>
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And that little rose again. I just can't get over how many blossoms it has for only being ten inches tall!</div>
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And my happy deck -- such a sunny, smily place to be.</div>
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So there we are. I think I need a glass of iced tea now. How about you?</div>
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The first is this fun pinwheel runner I made from a charm pack that captured my fancy. I think it turned out so cute! <br />
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And the really fun part is that it's three-dimensional -- see how the triangles are free on two sides? Fun and fancy (at least for me!) and yet super simple. That's my kind of sewing.</div>
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">I set a goal of finishing it by Independence Day, since a touc</span><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">h of patriotic flair would be nice to have displayed that day, and I know where I'd like to hang it, but that entire wall need a makeover to accommodate it, so it yet remains to be seen whether it will actually by </span><i style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">displayed</i><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"> by Independence Day.</span></div>
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And this fun planter is the second bit of fancy I've been admiring. The watering can is usually the centerpiece for our picnic table (as posed here), but since the table is in the midst of being resanded, it's been living on the deck where I see it through the glass door every time I pass by. This may be my favorite group of flowers it's held yet -- just verbena and lysimachia (I think???) but so bright and cheery!<br />
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Hope y'all have been able to take in some touches of pretty this spring too!<br />
<br />Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-69023879170449552952013-06-17T12:27:00.001-07:002013-06-17T12:27:56.464-07:00HomemadeI know, I've been slacking on the blogging lately. I could make the excuse that with two new foster boys in the house I've been too busy adjusting and juggling to blog... except that I'd been rather delinquent with posting even before they arrived last week. My apologies.<br />
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However, having these guys here has opened my eyes to some of the peculiarities of our family (or maybe just me). That's <i>homemade</i> yogurt? And <i>homemade</i> granola? And <i>homemade</i> laundry detergent? And <i>homemade</i> (okay, <i>home-canned</i>) beans and pickles and salsa and applesauce (though the applesauce wasn't canned in our home, but was canned by Mom H and given to our household). And you do <i>homeschool</i>?<br />
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Yes, we make and do a lot of stuff at home. Is that strange? Would it have looked strange two generations ago? My grandmothers probably would have thought I was strange for all the things I <i>don't</i> make and do at home! I'm no pioneer woman, but I enjoy (sometimes) and should (often) find frugal ways of making and doing things. Thus, there have been a few raised eyebrows in the past week as many of our strange homemade ways have come to light. And that's okay. <br />
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I think I'll go make a batch of yogurt now.Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-26006934077530629602013-05-29T19:32:00.000-07:002013-05-29T19:32:05.470-07:00Garden HappyThe garden is planted! The garden is planted! Today was a fun day. Corn, beans, tomatoes, peas, cucumbers, gourds, pumpkins, lettuce, spinach, carrots, radishes, several herbs, broccoli, chamomile and a few flowers ideal for cutting... the peppers are the only veggie not yet in the ground. Whew! Good thing I had the boys helping me!<br />
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I added several edibles to my list this year but didn't really want to enlarge the garden (or make Wade move the underground irrigation necessary to do so), so this summer finds all sorts of veggies interspersed with perennials around the yard. A "salad" bed (lettuce, carrots, radishes and spinach) is tucked in near roses and hollyhocks, some of the tomatoes are gathered around a little blue spruce and surrounded by irises and day lilies, and the peppers will fill in some gaps around my still small blueberry bushes. I think the effect will be a fuller, lusher look, though harvesting may be more of a challenge with the produce scattered all over the yard.<br />
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The next three days call for rain, so I'm hoping for soft, gentle sprinkles to soak those babies in. Praise the Lord that food production and plant propagation are such lovely, fragrant and tasty affairs!Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-88637074100498599862013-05-23T14:34:00.001-07:002013-05-23T14:34:31.821-07:00Best smells ever<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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He plays outside in the dirt and trees and grass and worms, races in to dinner, then sits on my lap afterward while we read Bible. And the sweaty, dirty, naturey smell of boy wafts from his hair and draws my nose down into his mop. He wonders why I sniff a lot while we read Bible. I'm not crying. I'm just smelling him. He smells like boy still young enough to sit on my lap. It's a fleeting scent, and so I savor it. <i>Inhaaaaaaaaale</i>....</div>
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<br />Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-87765307295733619682013-05-15T22:27:00.000-07:002013-05-16T07:39:53.060-07:00Homemade Yogurt RecipeSeveral weeks ago I started playing around with making my own yogurt. It's a treat I rarely buy, since our boys can easily polish off a quart in one sitting, and that gets a little pricey to do on a regular basis. However, I've discovered I can <i>make</i> a quart of yogurt for about $1. Yup. For the price of one gallon of milk, I can make a gallon of yogurt! And I do, almost every week. Here's the awesomely simple and fantastically economical recipe for yogurt by the gallon (it's just as easy to make by the quart -- just divide the two ingredients).<br />
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<u>Ingredients</u><br />
1 gallon of milk (I use 2%)<br />
1 cup of plain yogurt (after your first batch, you can save a cup for starting the next one)<br />
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Let milk and yogurt come to room temperature before using (totally optional, I often forget, but it makes the process go a little faster). In a large pan, heat the milk to 185 degrees over medium heat, stirring occasionally. Once it reaches 185, keep it at that temperature for 5-10 minutes.<br />
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Set the pan of hot milk in a sink of cold water until milk cools to about 120 degrees. Add yogurt and stir well. At this point you can add sugar and flavorings if you want (vanilla is good) or keep it all plain. Remember to keep a little bit plain for starting your next batch!<br />
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Pour into jars, lid them and keep warm for five or more hours. There are several ways to do this: 1) if your crockpot has a "warm" setting, set the jars in it (or you could put the yogurt straight in the crockpot and spoon it into jars after it's finished); 2) put the jars in a cooler with some hot water (about 120 degrees); 3) fill a large pan or crockpot with hot water, put the jars in the pan and set it in a warm oven. I like option 2 best.<br />
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After five (or six or seven or ten) hours (or whenever you remember), put the yogurt in the fridge to cool. Enjoy with fruit, granola, graham crackers or whatever floats your yogurt boat.<br />
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If your yogurt comes out runnier than you like, you can try adding a cup of powdered milk, keeping it at 185 degrees a little longer, or using milk with higher milk fat on your next batch. Hope this is useful to some yogurt-lover out there!Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-33574498261785358632013-05-10T18:42:00.000-07:002013-05-10T18:42:15.907-07:00Farm Girl Wannabe Too<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">My cousin Allison sent me on a trip down memory lane today with her blog post <a href="http://allisonvriend.blogspot.com/2013/05/farm-girl-wannabe.html"><span style="color: #021eaa; letter-spacing: 0px;">Farm Girl Wannabe</span></a> over at <a href="http://allisonvriend.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #021eaa; letter-spacing: 0px;">Scribbles and Dreams</span></a>.</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Her dad and mine farmed together, and although I, like Allison, was never really a “farm girl,” I too reaped the benefits of a childhood full of country memories and farmyard reminiscences.</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">One of my fond memories rides on the waves of Allison’s -- that of harvest time, which I’m sure is </span><i style="letter-spacing: 0px;">not</i><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> one of my dad’s favorite memories! (Dad chopped all day, milked all night, then got back in the chopper until the work was done -- several days without a pause for sleep, although he did confess to sleeping in the tractor. Somehow he always managed to wake up in time to turn around before driving out of the field, which was mind-boggling to me) While Allison and her siblings were in the silage truck with her dad, my brother, sister and I rode in the chopper tractor with my dad. I mean no offense to any of my uncles, but I always thought that since my dad was the only one who ever drove the chopper tractor and operated the dumpbox, that he must have been the bravest, strongest, best-est farmer on the farm. Okay, so I still think that. He’s my dad!</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Chopping was also the season our family had the most picnics. Mom would pack up dinner and drive us all out to whatever field the guys were working so that our family could eat together. We’d pull into the field and bounce along over the corn stubble or grass tufts, following the tractor until the dump box was full. Then Dad would sprint to the car, eat dinner in record time, and race back to the tractor in time to dump the load into the silage truck before it even came to a complete stop. Totally heroic.</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">My favorite farm girl memory though, is when my dad would wake me up early on Sunday mornings -- still dark out -- and take me with to do the scraping and get ready for milking. He’d hold my hand and we’d walk through the spooky spot where the old barn rose up on one side of the road and the woods leaned in ominously on the other side, then down the road past a couple houses to the farm. I don’t remember much of what we did at the farm those early morning nights. Mostly I remember walking with him, my little hand in his big, rough one, our barn boots making that distinctive barn boot slapping sound.</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Sometimes I wish I could give those same memories to my kids. Sometimes I worry they’re missing out on so many great things by being “town kids” instead of “farm kids.” But then I remember that behind every sacred memory was love, and whether it was a farm, home, vacation or friendship memory, it was the infusion of love that made it powerful, wonderful, memorable. Maybe my kids won’t have memories of riding in tractors or swinging in hay lofts, but they’re being showered with love, which guarantees that they’ll have some great ones of their own someday, no matter where they grow up.</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Thanks, Dad, for the great farm girl memories in my heart.</span><br />
<br />Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-78994469781072475332013-05-03T09:50:00.001-07:002013-05-03T09:50:30.937-07:00Celebration!Today is the last day of our 2012-2013 school year -- wahoo! Let the book-throwing and ice cream eating celebration commence!<br />
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Last year I began the morph into year-round schooling, a change that will carry over into this year, despite the boys' protests. Now before you go thinking I'm a totally mean mom to mandate school even when the weather is beautiful, consider that we only do school four days a week during the summer, and a typical off-season school day is between one and two hours long, and some days that includes a 45-minute swimming lesson.<br />
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And as much as the boys grump and complain about it, they seem more content and less restless on days that have some semblance of schedule to them, and a little bit of school helps with that.<br />
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And those extra summer days allow us to take more days off for visits, trips and vacations, or to just finish up the school year early if we don't end up using them all (hence book throwing on May 3!).<br />
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And keeping up on math and Spanish during the summer keeps us from having to spend the entire month of September re-learning what we've forgotten.<br />
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And we're not a farming family. We're a gardening family, but we don't need to entirely abandon school for a whole season in order to make a living.<br />
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And we will take a couple weeks completely off before the new school year starts up again later this month.<br />
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Have I justified this decision enough yet? Why do I feel like I need to?<br />
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Anyway, back to the real point of this post -- we're celebrating the last day of school today! Yea!!Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-79363001741051439332013-05-01T21:05:00.001-07:002013-05-01T21:05:49.795-07:00Great MindsSeveral weeks ago I stumbled across a quote by Eleanor Roosevelt that lodged in my brain and has made me more aware of what kinds of things I (and others around me) talk about. She said, "Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events, small minds discuss people."<br />
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At first I felt rather self-conscious as I tried to remember what I had talked about that day and what this said about my mind. And what about my children? What kinds of minds have I been training up?<br />
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But after many days of mentally logging our family's topics of discussion, I feel a sense of relief that Eleanor Roosevelt would have approved of much of our dinner table conversation (because, you know, isn't the former First Lady's opinion pretty much the most important thing to be worrying about in life?).<br />
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However, I'm wishing I'd <i>physically</i> logged those table topics because right now, on the spot, I can't think of any of them, and there have been some great ones. I'll start writing them down and share them sometime in the future. You know, prove to the world that Ms. Roosevelt would think our minds are in fine shape!Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28632197.post-47030319381653957452013-04-25T10:22:00.000-07:002013-04-25T10:22:00.896-07:00Don't hate me because I'm ahead of scheduleToday is our last "regular" day of school for the 2012-2013 school year -- yea!!<br />
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I say "regular" because we've already finished up all of our curriculum for the year and logged over 100 extra hours (the state requires 700 total), but we're still two days short of the 175-day minimum requirement. So our last two days will include listening to podcasts (that <i>do</i> tie into what we've been studying recently), doing community service work, our annual book-throwing celebration, and minimal bookwork.<br />
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"But wait, it's only April!" you say. In-joy-oh-deed, it is. Actually our last day will be May 3 (Yes, we're taking a week-long break for a visit from Grandpa and Grandma, two days before the end of the school year -- hey, we're homeschoolers, it's what we do).<br />
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How did we manage to pull off this feat of early dismissal? I asked myself this too, and came to the conclusion that all year I was over-compensating for <i>last</i> year when we were running behind schedule and found ourselves doing Saturday school more often than we liked (okay, <i>one</i> day of Saturday school is more than we would have liked, but this was <i>several</i> days and was rather painful for all of us). And it worked.<br />
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Thanks to logging loads of science and PE hours and a few math and Spanish hours during the summer; and to working through all the minor holidays; and to making some vacation days count as school days by visiting museums and historical sites; and to not taking as many visitor/visiting breaks as anticipated, our day and hour tallies climbed quickly to their government-stipulated heights.<br />
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So here we are, the end in sight, giddy for summer and gardening and sprinklers and fun and... there are still spots of snow dotting my flowerbeds. Oh well. <i>I'm</i> starting summer vacation next week, whether the weather is ready or not!Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16457176198605040323noreply@blogger.com0