Thursday, February 28, 2013

because I needed to be reminded...

From my Magnificat this morning...

"Wickedness is not always overt: the neglect of simple kindness, great or small, kills as surely as open violence."

Neglect. Finding time. Making time.

Pray for me.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

The Door Table

Once there was a store in Georgia. It is no more, but how I wish it was. I likened going in there to treasure hunting. One never knew what was going to be in there, and you had to dig through and wade through all the "other people's treasures" to find your own. I once found a set of blue and white teacups and saucers from England. I found lace handkerchiefs, a rocking chair, and an end table. But by far the best find was my kitchen table. I had stopped by one day while the kids were taking horseback lessons and the then little ones were asleep. The store was not open, but I went up to the window to see if anything new was there. And it was there. The table. And six chairs too! We were in need of a bigger table with Jack on the way. My mom had offered to give us her old one, which I was going to accept if I didn't find something I liked better. I didn't want anyone else to even see the table because I knew it was supposed to be ours, but one can never tell about what other people think. They might just think it was supposed to be theirs! I wanted to camp out in the parking lot til the store opened. I even drug Tony out that evening to stare in the window. He agreed that the table was very nice. And do you know that when I went there in the morning and talked to the store owner, he even agreed to a trade-in of our old table and chairs? I don't think I shall ever grow tired of our table. It is ours for as long as it lasts, and since it is a sturdy old door, I suspect that to be a nice long time.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Yarn Along


I wish the camera could capture the true colors in the yarn.


A friend loaned me "Mary Jane's Farm". I think I will be getting my own subscription. The same friend told me about the Lehman's catalog. If only the Army paid us more! The others are read in snippets throughout the day.

Peter picks his favorite!
Now go visit Ginny!

Sunday, February 17, 2013

A Bloom in February

I have a reputation as a killer of houseplants. Ask my neighbor who once (and only once) asked me to water hers. Ask my mother who regularly rescues mine from the brink each time she visits. I can grow a garden that yields a harvest, yet bring a plant indoors and it doesn't stand a chance.

There is one exception. A peace lily. A gift from a dear friend who, though the miles and years have separated us, has never felt any less a friend of the heart. On the occasion of Ben's birth, she brought me this plant. I can remember her on the front porch, handing me this plant, and thinking to myself that this plant was not long for this world once it was under my care. But I was wrong. It has traveled with us through many a move. Every now and then, it even blooms. It hasn't for the longest time though.

On Friday, we will celebrate Ben's birthday. He would have officially been a teenager. I try and imagine him that old but I can't. He will forever be my little Ben. I miss him all the time, yet I find the tears flow freer near his birthday. I have been sad and moody for days and just wishing to have him smile at me again. And then this morning, I happened to look at that peace lily and would you know it, it was blooming! Three white flowers to cheer my heart. I choose to believe that he sent me some flowers for his birthday.

See all those brown leaves? I noticed while I was taking this picture and gave the plant some much needed pruning this morning.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

In Which I Got Nothing Accomplished

I knew it was going to be a weird day when I awoke to the news of the Pope's resignation. That surreal feeling came over me, the one where you are reading the truth, but it seems so false. As I sat there letting this information sink in, the phone rang. Mind you, it was not even 8 o'clock in the morning. It was the hospital calling with the results of my blood work I had done on Friday. With a sinking even further feeling, I answered it, knowing that they wouldn't call just to tell me everything was good. My hunches were right and my old friend hyperthyroid has returned. The doctor prescribed a beta blocker to help bring down my heart rate and wanted me to come in for a few more tests. I hung up and then immediately thought of the question I should have asked, namely, is it safe to take this medication while breastfeeding. Over the next couple hours, I looked up information and put a message in to the doctor. Then I fed the kids some lunch, who up to this point had had a free-for-all fun morning since their mother was not paying attention to much else but researching medications. My good, good friend let me drop off the kids minus Peter so I could tackle the lab, the pharmacy and the doctor a little easier. By the time we returned home, it was time to start supper. Which I didn't. We had mustgo. In other words, everything in the fridge must go.

I guess this is a good way to go into Lent. I need to let go of all the anxiety and worry and let God pour out His Graces upon me. I need to offer up this small inconvenience for all those sweet babies who are on a much longer and harder path to recovery.  This baby, this baby, and this sweet boy.

Today is a new day. Today I actually have gotten some things crossed off the to-do list.  But I am still not myself. I have zero patience and I feel all keyed up all the time. Please pray for my family since they are kindly enduring my craziness.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

On a Tuesday

I left the fabric unattended for only a few minutes. I promise. Therese is very quick.

Why would she cut your fabric? Why? I am shocked!

She does not like the shirt I picked out, so she is searching for her favorite.

Her pajama shirt is purr-fect, don't you think?

 While I was taking this picture they were begging to watch Netflix. Can you see how hopeful they are that I will say 'yes'? I didn't. I am mean like that. Plus I had to write this blog post.

Gratuitous baby shot.
I found a new blog the other day and on it she had made a wish list for February. Since I can't wish away this silly month and skip right to spring, I decided it might be good to make a list of things I would like to accomplish to make this month go faster.

  • use my sewing machine to make some easy projects I have had bookmarked for months
  • finish knitting my sweater
  • make breakfast for my husband every day
  • make bread at least once a week
  • actually use the Stations of the Cross for kids I downloaded
  • make Therese's baby photo book online
I may or may not get all these things done, but at least I have a tangible list.

I already made a trip to the fabric store this weekend and purchased one yard of fabric to make skirts for the girls. I tried this easy skirt pattern.  They aren't perfect, but they are cute. I do have to mend two holes in Anna's skirt thanks to Therese.

Then I tried this cool idea to cut down on plastic wrap usage. I found the yellow fabric in the remnant bin for less than $1. The green fabric was leftover from another project a long time ago. I think my fridge is going to look so bright and cheery and I certainly need bright and cheery in February.

I also purchased some fleece from the remnant bin to make a diaper cover and some quilted fabric to make a knitting bag and needle case. I need to keep moving or this beastly month will get the better of me. The winter blah's are not fun and make for a grumpy mama.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Where Everybody "No's" Her Name

All day long I hear it. It was funny the first time, after I figured out what she meant. Now, not so much.

"Mama! Jack no me!"

Of course he knows you, I thought at first. But that wasn't it.

Somebody told her no, she could not have/do what she wanted.

I hope this is a phase that is quickly outgrown!