Striving for Reverence

Keepin' it real:

2011-10-06T11:58:00.000-07:00

A homeschooler's morning: A paper/book/writing utensil explosion, children who don't know how to sit on chairs, girls still in their jammies, and a mostly drained mug of coffee.

J can't stand this table. At the end of the day I usually try to make some tidy piles of all of these things so it's not so messy looking but it really looks like it is: a mess that's been piled up instead of put away. J has also suggested we use the kitchen table instead but I just can't do it. Many times while Hannah and I work on something the boys are snacking at the kitchen table and I detest food mingling with books and papers. To be perfectly honest, this table makes me happy. It's next to my cute hutch filled with my favorite pretty things and a plenitude of wonderful things have been learned on this table. Now if I could just get my dear husband to see it that way! :)

Meals, meals, meals.

2011-09-26T13:27:00.000-07:00

Our "rugged" backyard :)

And a happy garden!

I prepare a lot of them. Therefore I plan. Here's this week's menu plan:

M - Breakfast for Dinner. Hash browns, eggs (maybe a scramble with leftover turkey chili I have in my freezer) and put some cheese on top, served with tortillas.

T - Red potatoes au gratin with turkey kielbasa and a spinach salad.

W - church potluck - Lots of JUICE! Easy peasy.

Th - Tomato and basil pizza. (We've got bunches of fresh basil in our garden and I make dough in the bread machine.)

F - Rice and beans and tortillas.

Here is my potatoes au gratin recipe that I made up one day that my family devoured:

1. Thinly slice red potatoes - halve them and then slice away. Throw them in a casserole dish.

2. On the stove make the cheese sauce. I do this by eye and have no measurements so this is all approximate. About a few T of butter, melt into a cup of some milk. As the milk warms I throw in maybe a half cup of flour. Whisk! It will get bubbly. That's when I add the cheese. You've gotta be quick! Keep whisking. I probably added a cup of sharp cheddar and a cup of parmesan (shredded.) You can use whatever you like and if you want more, I don't see how it could hurt it.

3. Meanwhile, back to the potatoes, throw in some minced garlic and finely chopped onion, kosher salt, and paprika, and mix it all up. Now pour your cheese sauce over it and mix it up distribute it evenly. Send a kid to your garden for some fresh rosemary sprigs. Throw those into the dish. Cover and bake at 425 for ohidunno, 40 minutes? Take the cover off bake them for a bit longer to get all brown on top, and make sure they are done. Eat them up!

This week I will throw in some kielbasa - which makes for a nice, filling meal in one dish. And then I'll go for a few laps around my block. No. I won't. But I should. :p

The Birth Story of Helena Christine

2011-09-14T15:42:00.000-07:00

I was convinced I would have my fourth baby a little early. I was worried I wouldn't make it to Pascha - my most favorite day of the year. But Holy Week, Pascha, and Bright Week came and went and I was still pregnant. I would be for a couple more weeks! Finally, one night around bed time my water broke. It was Fri. night and I was a week past my due date. I was crying every morning I woke up still pregnant. Needless to say I was relieved that the ball was about to get rolling. There was a funeral for a beautiful, old woman from my parish on Sat. morning that I wanted to go to. She was the lady who graced my family with her gift of hospitality on our first visits to an Orthodox Church, welcoming us, and encouraging us to kiss the cross after the service, when at the time it felt very taboo to us. Vera was very special and very loved by every one at our parish, as she radiated the light of Christ. May her memory be eternal!

As the warm waters left my body, I felt the first contractions. I called my midwife, LisaMarie, to give her a heads up. After an hour or so contractions kept picking up and I asked LM to come. As my kids slept, Jason and LM bustled around the house making birthing preparations while I tried to get some sleep but felt too excited. In came the tub and water, chux pads and safety equipment, brewing of herbs for post partum comforts, and piles of towels and receiving blankets. I thought I'd have my baby by 5 am. But as the time went on, my contractions waned and I prepared myself for a 9pm baby, like the others.

As the sun came up, my thoughts were on Vera, and I was trying to think of a way to go to her funeral, but labor pains, though spread out, were still pretty hard, and my water was broken so that could have been really awkward! Our baby's heartrate was a bit fast at times and I was beginning to feel worried. I told Jason if it didn't change we were going to the hospital, that I didn't want a home birth just to have a home birth. My midwife felt the same way and we both feel that, in a sense, we laid it down before God. LM sensed that the baby was perhaps waiting for the beautiful Vera's funeral to be over. I believe this was true. The midwives went home for some rest, left us with the doppler and ordered me to rest, rest, rest. The more I rested, the happier the little baby was. My temp. and blood pressure were perfect, and thank God, rest was just what we needed.

Our dear friends Thomas and Maria came and picked up our kids and took them to church for the funeral with plans to keep our daughter Hannah with them, and drop off our boys with my mom. Knowing our kids were in good hands, and that our little baby was just fine got my labor back in business. Contractions got hard and closer together again around noon. It was all so familiar - the rythm of laboring. The waves of intense pain and work fading into the peaceful breaks in between. I tried relaxing my whole body to get through them, allowing myself to do the work without the crippling distraction of tensing up. I got in and out of the tub. I watched tv. I let Jason and LM bring me snacks and drinks. My laboring beverage of choice is diluted cranberry juice with ice. I tried to eat cheese and crackers but really didn't have a huge appetite. I just ate enough for some energy.

Time ticked by and it was the afternoon when I started to get very tired, and labor seemed very intense. I went upstairs to bed for awhile to try to nap. Jason came with me - he wasn't feeling that great and we both dozed off between contractions. I would get a tough one and he would quickly wake up enough to put pressure on my tailbone to help me with the pain. We did this over and over for about an hour (I think.) The midwife picked up her partner Celia, and I came downstairs to get some relief in the tub. I got hit with a huge contraction and draped my arms over my new friend Celia to ride it out. I got in the tub and enjoyed a break as things slowed down again. Then LM suggested I get out for a while and stand up to let gravity take its effect. I was hesitant because I was feeling so sick of the pain, but also wanted badly enough to be done that I took her advise. I walked the few steps to the bathroom and stood up by the towel bar and got hit with those huge contractions that you just know are really bringing the baby down. I couldn't believe we were coming to this point - the point of transition - it wasn't 9pm yet! It was around 4ish. I got through a few big contractions in the bathroom and headed back to the tub. The house next door was being rented out and I remember people coming by to look at it and I was like, "Close the windows!" Can you imagine house shopping and hearing crazy birthing noises going on next door? OMG! How embarassing! I'm convinced that the people who rented the house are the ones that came by that day and they think we are total weirdos. haha.

So anyway...Birthing! I was getting to my absolutely least favorite part of giving birth. Ouchy, ouchy, pain, pain. I was starting to get pushy. I remember standing up in the tub, this time draped over Jason feeling so helpless. As we embraced I felt an overwhelming sense of peace and love. I was in my own home, being loved and supported by the wonderful man who gave me the gift of a baby, of which I was about to bring into the world. Those moments were strikingly romantic. More urges to push kept coming. LM encouraged me to just listen to my body and do what I felt I needed to do. No official check of my cervix and permission - just a gentle support of doing what I felt was best. I made some whimpy attempts at pushing, testing it out and before I knew it, I was in the spot all future mothers who are about to push a baby out find themselves to be: A rock and a hard place. You either push and deal with the pain or you will be pregnant forever. I picked the first option.

I HAD TO PUSH! OMG I AM PUSHING! AAAAH! I slashed around the water in the tub like a caught marlin expending the last of it's energy. It was kind of ridiculous. The midwives had calm faces. They did not panic. I pulled it together. I pushed. And I pushed. And, by golly, it was working. I told the baby not to worry. I was gonna get her out just fine. Come on baby. It's time to be born! Today is your birthday! For the first time in my career of pushing, I felt like it wasn't so completely horrible. Maybe it was the water, I don't know. But this time I felt much more in control. I knew I was going to be done very soon. We saw her head. Jason got that ecstatic look he gets when we have a baby. I grunted and growled and slowly eased her out. She had nuchal hand one of the midwives carefully got out of the way. Her face was out, and then in one big final, epic push I got the rest of our baby out, right into my own hands. I slowly and gently lifted her up out of the water for her first breath of life. She looked like Hannah! She was wide-eyed and stunning. She was chubby cheeked and sweet and all that a newborn baby should be. She was born beautifully without one cry. No trauma. Just joy. We adored her. She checked us out.

She was born on St.s Constantine and Helen day. A dear friend of mine told me she had prayed our baby would be born that day - and her prayers were answered with a yes! And of course I would name our baby for the great Saint Helen. It was meant to be. I felt the prayers of Vera, the prayers of my patron St. Anna as she watched over me while I was in the birth tub.

Everything else went great after that. I got tucked into my bed with our new sweet baby. Hannah came home that night and slept with us while Jason passed out on the boy's bed. In the morning my mom brought the big brother home and they all got to mee their new sister. It's so fun to see the older siblings meet the baby for the first time. They are always so enamored with the new baby. So lovely!

I will not lie and say everything was perfect after the birth. It was by far, my hardest post-partum. Hannah, my firstborn's was difficult in another way, being a cesarean, I had a painful physical recovery, and I believe I had wacky hormones because of it and definitely had "baby blues" with some uncontrollable crying and extreme exhaustion. James was pure elation, being a VBAC and in many ways a taking back of my body, and I felt incredible after. Phillip's birth was long and hard and I felt more tired, but still mostly OK. But after our little love, Helena, I felt completely overwhelmed with everything. I think it was a challenge because she had a weird latch issue and lost more weight than I was comfortable with. Using some creativity I figured out a way to trigger more milk ejection reflexes while she nursed, and she finally began plumping up. I think the worry robbed much of my joy, unfortunately. Thank God for my family, and church family and friends that brought us meals! Managing my house, the big kids, and caring for a newborn that needed to gain weight rattled my nerves. My poor family! The fog really didn't lift until Helena was six weeks and we were churched.

Little Helena is an angel of a baby. She's been so sweet. From birth, she has had the most engaging eyes and face. She makes eye contact with everyone and freely gives her big baby grin. When she was just a month old, she played a cute little baby game that she made up. She sat in her bouncy seat and we would put a blanket over her body. Then we would se how fast she'd kick it off. She did this over and over, much to the delight of the whole S. Family! We are so pleased to be blessed with her and we thank God every day for our dear family.

The past few months...

2011-09-08T11:13:00.001-07:00

Have been good. :)

I had a baby.

She's cute. She's 3 and 1/2 months now.

Her name is Helena. Pronounced: Heleena :) So we call her Lena a lot.

We really like her. *goochigoolilttlelenabobeenaweloveyoooouuuuu*

Life is going by so fast. Today is the birthday of the Mother of God. This makes me happy. :)

Jason mentioned my blog a little while ago (he rarely reads - he's not much of a computer guy) and I told him, I'm letting the blog die, like a bolted annual herb you no longer care about. And much to my surprise, he encouraged me to resurrect it. He appreciates the gentle record of our lives together, the pictures and chronicles of our growing family. So here I am. I struggle with this blog a little. What to put in, what to leave out. I feel assuming, that people would want to read anything I write (or even if they should.) Do I have anything worth sharing? Does this bless anyone? I don't know...I guess it blesses my family. Family life is important and worth recording. And I love the glimpses into my friends lives via blogs.

OK, so besides Helena here is a little update on the S. Fam:

1. I've read a bunch of housekeeping books and blogs. They have helped me a little, but my house is still mostly messy.

2. Hannah goes to school twice a week now - and starting soon we will begin a co-op at our church for homeschoolers. We hope this is step for one day starting an Orthodox Christian school at our parish. (And maybe, God willing, it will be ready before all my kids are grown...and that we can afford it, hahaha.)

3. We began a Read the Bible in a year program. It's much more manageable than I thought it was going to be. I've never read the whole Bible so I'm happy to take up this challenge, not to mention, as a convert coming from Evangelical Protestantism, I've never read the Tobit, Maccabees, etc. Should be pretty neato.

4. Helena - She is sweet as pie. The big siblings love her. We're so happy to have her! It's a joy to have a baby in the house.

5. I had her at home. It was a really good experience. I'm glad we did it. I'm not one to push home birth on anyone, and this was the only time I had a baby at home, but it made a huge difference to birth where I was comfortable. Perhaps I'll share my birth story soon.

Here I am looking really cool. I had the baby about 2-3 hours after this pic was taken. We were watching Say Yes to the Dress on Netflix. I was feeling suuuper goofy at this point and the hormones were making me giggle. If this makes you laugh, you are welcome. ;)

Hope those of you who read this are well!

Lent's End

2011-04-12T13:07:00.000-07:00

Phillip getting a spring clean up - not much to do with this post, but cute, no?

It's the last week of Great Lent. I had a big, huge list of stuff to get done. I still do. Some I knocked out, some I pretended to not see staring at me on the list or in it's messy reality. Some I halved, true to my style. I began to scrub the grout in my kitchen tile, and after about 30 minutes on my hands and knees clutching an old toothbrush, and dragging along some rags, a bucket of warm, sudsy water and a magic eraser I gave up. I thought I'd go back to it, but nope. Last week was the "Get Ready for Baby Week." Not a single onesie was laundered. A craigslist dresser was not to be found. I contemplated sharing my own dresser with the baby. I could simplify and get rid of a bunch of clothes. It's easy to get rid of stuff when you're not wearing it. But perhaps my future un-pregnant self would be upset about that. Today when I scan my house, it is so messy. There are toys everywhere from the boys building boats and towns out of their blocks and random found items. I can't help but feel a little perturbed that after all my cleaning and organizational efforts, I still feel like a loser house-keeper. But, thank God, Lent is not about a clean house and pristine storage containers and closets. I hope my little efforts here and there are a small but meaningful offering to God and my family. I hope my dear ones feel loved when they open up the pantry and can easily find what they need. I hope they enjoyed the time we spent together, not staring mindlessly at a television screen, but truly listening to and loving each other, telling stories, praying, coloring, reading, crafting, and even cleaning up together. I hope I learned to do things more cheerfully, with less complaining. I hope. Part of Lent, is also rolling with the punches and the vexations of life. Oh the things that turn up! They seem so random but after they happen you realize they were all part of the Big Plan. Not my plan, of course. It's the surprise bill, jury duty, some one who needs help of whom you may not particularly want to help. It was James getting sick AGAIN. I could go on. But the Lord is good. Everything we worry so much about is always something He'll help us with. Many times I'll be needing to remember a verse from Scripture to help get me through something. And poof! It magically appears as it was hidden in my heart, either from the Holy Liturgy, or just a verse I've remembered or perhaps even have sung in a somewhat cheesy yet catchy tune back when I clapped my hands in church as a Protestant Evangelical. It was in that last manner yesterday as I nervously drove James to the doctor because of some more breathing troubles. I was dreading another pink bottle of antibiotics and feeling so helpless because I never know when he's going to get sick and when its time to go to the doc or time to be patient and give him some TLC. Overwhelming nervousness hit me. What if they want labs again? How am I going to get through that without crying more than him? You know the cycle of worry. And then the guilt sets in,because you know so many more people have it 1000 times worse than you and their kids are REALLY sick. And for crying out loud, it's not like we live in a third world country where there is no quick drive to the doctor for bubble gum pink bottles of drugs and co payments. So despite all that, in my first-world anxiety, I started singing, "I know I can do all things, I can do all things through Christ!" I sang it loud in that cheesy old tune from my hand-clapping days and I sang it loud as I drove down the freeway on that warm, breezy day with the windows down. And I knew it would all be OK. And I said a prayer for my friends and loved ones with real problems. We met with the good doctor who really listened to me and together we figured out James has Asthma. I was so relieved. I mean, it's a bummer to have Asthma but the breathing treatment worked beautifully and now we have an inhaler that I can give him right away to nip his breathing problems in the bud instead of waiting and worrying. When we got home we played him this little ditty because we all needed a laugh. (OK this is totally not very Lenten, but most of the time my need for humor shines more than my piety.) :) I've Got ASTHMA!!! God bless us all in the upcoming Holy Week as we walk with our Lord to his Holy Resurrection!

If I were on Facebook,

2011-03-30T09:59:00.000-07:00

These would be my status updates:

This week, my lenten cleaning goal is to scrub the grout on my kitchen floor. Boooooo!

I keep seeing neighbors going for walks and enjoying the beautiful weather, which makes me feel inspired, but the thought of pushing my already huge self up hills, while pushing two big boys in a stroller stops me.

Presanctified Liturgy tonight...I neeeed it.

I had a dream last night that my baby's foot was protruding so far, just beneath my first ribs, my godmother and I could see it. My godmother thought this was hilarious. I thought it worrisome. And then I woke up.

Phillip's godfamily is coming to visit tomorrow....And they're bringing homemade Eritrean food with them. Have you ever had Eritrean food? Well you should. I urge you to.

34 weeks today! Or was it yesterday? Who cares? I'm almost done! Or should I say, she's almost done! ;)

But I'm not on facebook right now. I feel somewhat detached. But more industrious. And more likely to play with my kids. So it's all good, right? Right.

The iconography in our new church temple (mom took this picture with her sweet new camera.)

ETA - Boy that grout sure did show me who's boss. I think it's gonna be a three-parter.

Victory!

2011-03-24T12:31:00.001-07:00

You should know this about me:

I'm a painfully slow learner

I dread trying new things (besides eating new things)

I get exasperated and frustrated extremely easy

I often give up

But a goal was set and I wrote it down, and gave myself some accountability. So we watched the Singer dvd, and paused, and went back 48 times, and yelled at the lady for going too fast. Hurdle number 1 was actually finding the beginning of the the thread. I could have totally just given up right there. I called Maria - she helped! We threaded the bobbin. The boys tried to not touch the sewing machine. Hannah gave me encouraging words. We threaded the machine and needle. (BTW Mom, I think that auto needle threader is broken.) But we persevered. I overcame my helplessness and indifference today. We sewed! And it was kinda fun. Thank you very much.

*taking a bow*

Well then. Now we're spending the rest of the day in our cozy, messy house. A fort is in my living room, the sky is gray, and noses are being constantly wiped. And now I shall have tea time. Red raspberry leaf, if you 'd like to know. :)

And today is one of those days I'm not gonna clean until at least half an hour before Daddy comes home. Also, in my Real Simple magazine there is a whole article in there about procrastination. It said to do the worst thing first. Sewing. Done. And it wasn't so bad. :)

chirp, knit, paint, draw, stir, pray!

2011-03-16T10:52:00.000-07:00

So far, the second week of Lent has been just gorgeous. The weather has been balmy and warm, the birds are-a-chirping, and we seem to be falling into a lovely new routine. Less tv, less distraction, less junk food - more Jesus. Like our priest said, "We say no to ourselves, so we can learn to say yes to Jesus."

So in the less, we've received more. I've taken on knitting again and learned how to bind off (ok -re-learned to bind off) and most excitedly, I learned how to add another color yarn. Hannah and I have been playing with a little cross-stitch project, and I even have a project all ready for us to learn how to sew. We've been busy with all kinds of craftiness.

As for reading, I'm over half done with The Gurus, the Young Man, and Elder Paisios. I was pretty ignorant of Hinduism and Eastern religions/philosophies besides some non-religious yoga for exercise so it's been an enlightening read. Some of the experiences the young man shares are down right creepy! It' not always the best thing to read before bed. But then I remember to make the sign of the cross and I can sleep in peace. :) The Elder Paisios is so captivating, and his love, care and patience for the young man so beautifully reflect the love of Christ Himself. Through his example I can see my own lack of love and grace. God help me, in my deficiencies.

My plan was to also read A Tale of Two Cities, but a hefty late-fee at the library has prevented me from going back to borrow. Some late movies and a missing Star Wars book really added up. Woops. Not a fun way to spend 25 bucks. So maybe later this week I'll pay up and be allowed to return as a welcome library patron, and get my next read on.

My pregnancy is going well. I'm feeling pretty good, though I'm starting to feel like even more of a home-body than I already am. Some friends at the park yesterday mentioned a trip to the Aquarium, to which I said, "I just really don't like the Aquarium. It's boring." But really anything right now, which does not involve a nearby couch, I feel an aversion to. It could have been the pregnancy talking. Or not. Ask me again in like, 8 months.

The kids are all doing well, thank God. After a couple months of seemingly unrelenting colds and illness, we are gratefully enjoying good health again. Hannah continues to do well with her lessons, and is happy to draw and read and sing all day (when she's not fighting with her brothers). James (when he is not pestering his siblings) has been learning to color in the lines - a novel idea! He continues to be my social butterfly and makes friends wherever he goes. He's especially sociable in his church Sunday school class where he and his little buddies have become quite the disruption. Phillip is growing and talking much more. He copies everything we say, including our scoldings of the other two kids. So immediately after we tell James, "James - that is NOT ok!" Phillip says, "Naje, NOT oh ay!"

Also, regarding Phillip, I am no longer the potty training champion of the world. We gave it a stab last week. Phillip sat on the potty for a good 15 minutes only to get up, walk to the play room and pee on the floor. FAIL. He just won't do it. After getting all worked up and angry at myself, I thought, why am I doing this? Is it the end of the world if we wait a little longer? Nope. So we're gonna come back to that another time. Hopefully before he goes to college.

In other failure news: Last night's soup was gross. I made a recipe from Vegan with a Vengeance for Corn Chowder. Jason said it was OK with lots of Tapatio. I thought it was just plain gross and too sweet. Hannah actually ate hers (because she was so hungry) but the boys barely touched theirs. I'm glad I had toasted some bagles and sliced some avocado. If I ever attempt it again, I think I'll half the corn, double the potatoes, omit the teaspoon of maple syrup and add roasted garlic. This time, I also made the recipe in my crockpot and ran it through the blender to make it more smooth, but I don't think that changed the flavor much.

So far the hits for vegan meals in our house are:

Veggie sandwiches

Big Middle-Eastern Salad with cous cous and chickpeas and lemon garlic dressing

Sunday's shrimp kabobs with cous cous (not vegan but lenten nonetheless)

potato tacos

mexican rice and bean burritos with guacamole

God bless your 40 days!

Picture Day

2011-02-09T12:00:00.000-08:00

Today in the back yard.

Thanks for the picture, James. In a couple of years you'll be able to capture my face in the shot too. But really, faces can be so overrated.

Except for faces like these:

These faces are very much worth getting on a camera. This particular face belongs to my baby boy Phillip who turns two tomorrow.

His pants are soaked from the knee down. Because being outside naturally means you'll be playing with buckets of water. Always the water.

Speaking of water, the almost two year old was very much responsible for this:He was not responsible, however for there being pee in that toilet. Nope. Why did we EVER teach our kids to let the yellow mellow? Needless to say, it's time to shop for new hair accessories.

OK. Back to the backyard!

SPRING!!! Peach blossoms blossoming. Ah that's much nicer on the eyes.
A nice surprise of daffodils emerging from the rocky soil.

And here are my three. Not sure why James looks so forlorn. Maybe because I didn't wipe his face first. Phillip doesn't care though. He doesn't care for pants either. And Hannah wipes her own face. And reads to the boys.

Good day. :)

Back to School Daybook

2011-01-10T14:23:00.000-08:00

FOR TODAY

Outside my window...A sunny but chilly day, and a backyard that was happy to be played in, if backyards could think, anyway.

I am thinking...How could I be hungry after a lunch of macaroni and cheese, grapes, half a snickerdoodle, and a bowl of ice cream? Oh I know. I'm pregnant! 21 weeks. :)

I am thankful for...For my dear Jason who took James to his follow up doctor appointment (pneumonia) so I could go to church yesterday, then read the liturgy to James when they got back, cleaned the house, did a load of laundry, and even did the grocery run for us later that day. Love him. What a guy. :)

Also thankful for - health insurance, doctors even when I sometimes talk smack about them, and my R.N. mom, and hot running water, antibiotics, probiotics in the form of kefir and yogurt, and a cute little boy who's pretty much back to normal today. I asked him, "James, why are you so handsome?" His reply, "Because I wuv you." Works for me. :)

From the learning rooms...Back to our regular schedule of homeschooling this week. Hannah's charter takes a three week break. I thought about plugging away but naaaah. It was a nice break and I noticed much more play between the siblings which is always heart-warming. So today was a big fat math review. We've got one more of those tomorrow and then we start a unit on shapes. Also, today was an intro to verbs.

In the Church...Still celebrating Theophany. Drinking the sweet Theophany water daily, and singing the Feast's hymns at prayers and meals.

Troparion of the Theophany of Christ

When Thou, O Lord, wast baptised in the Jordan,

worship of the Trinity was made manifest;

the voice of the Father bore witness to Thee,

calling Thee his beloved Son.

And the Spirit in the likeness of a dove

confirmed the truth of His word.

O Christ our God,

Who hath appeared and enlightened the world,

glory to Thee.

From the kitchen...Well you know about my awesome, healthy lunch, but for dinner I've got a whole chicken with veggies and lots of garlic and real butter seasoned in a roasting pan in the fridge, just waiting for the moment to enter a nice, hot oven. I think I'll whip up some cheddar mashed potatoes just for Jason (because I wuv him) to go along. Tomorrow the leftovers will make some nice chicken and rice soup.

I am wearing...old faithful maternity jeans (if you think you'll wear maternity pants more than once in your lifetime I highly recommend the Gap), a white and blue striped v-neck tee, and a red cardigan (sound familiar Maria?) ;)

I am creating...dinner. a baby. a happy home.

I am going...No where. The shopping is done and I just want everyone to be well.

I am reading...The Meaning of Suffering and Strife and Reconciliation by Archmandrite Seraphim Aleksiev. A little passage:

"Now, when God sends to us sorrows for our good, the devil seeks to destroy that good as well, so that we will get from it not benefit but harm for our soul. How does he work to achieve this? Sly and refined are the intrigues of the evil one. When God sends us suffering to correct us, to turn us to Himself and take us away from the evil one, the devil teaches us to grumble against God." Lord have mercy on me and help me to stop my grumbling.

I am hoping...Against hope. There's some hurtful and unnecessary extended familial strife and suffering in my midst. If you know you know. If you don't, be glad. Prayers are appreciated.

I am hearing...Pandora radio playing Piano Song by Meiko and kids playing dress up.

Around the house...A few little messes here and there, a dishwasher to empty, a lit lampada before the icons.

One of my favorite things...the sweet taste of Holy water and how it reminds me of my baptism and of tears and of hope. A little bit of heaven here on earth.

"As many of you as have been baptised into Christ, have put on Christ. Alleluia."

A few plans for the rest of the week: Lessons, a return to routine, keeping up on laundry and dishes.

Phillip Henry today...I'm trying to figure out a sleep routine for him. And then a way to kick him out of my bed. :( I love my snuggle buggle but last night was the first good night we've had in a week. He didn't have a nap yesterday and I made sure his belly was full before bed, so I think those two things are key. We've got to ditch the nap. Bummer dude. Otherwise he's so much fun and trouble these days. He's been full of affectionate kisses on our cheeks, bear hugs, and he's starting to enjoy books more. He wants to be doing whatever his older siblings are doing and has a weakness for electronic gadgets. He's got a mean temper too. I have to just walk away from him sometimes so he can finish up his tantrum. I refuse to take his abuse! ;)

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

Brrrr! It's too cold for those of us who dwell in a Mediterranean climate.

the original simple woman

Oh Christmas Tree! And Advent!

2010-12-17T14:04:00.000-08:00

The S Fam is preparing for the Nativity of Our Lord! What would Christmastime be without some Christmas jammies? Last night we bought and trimmed our tree, ate a snacky meal of shrimp cocktail and sweet potato and regular fries. Then we forced our kids to pose for pictures. Can you tell James just loves to be loved by his big sister?

We've got a few of them altogether too. One was the clear winner and has been selected for our Christmas card, so it's not on here. Oh geesh do I loathe preparing cards of any kind. I'm pretty sure I've said this before on this blog.
Look at big boy Philly (and divert your eyes from the haphazardly arranged ribbon)! Doesn't he look like a little boy? Where is my baby going? I'm pretty glad I've got another one coming because it's just not right how quickly they turn into little kids. We find out if this one is a boy or girl next week.

Now back to the tree: This is the S Family's first fresh tree. We sold our little plastic one at a garage sale before we moved. There is just no comparison to a fresh tree. I am sorry friends. The SMELL is delightful. It's kind of a big fat monster of a tree (to me anyway) and if you get your tree late in Advent like us it will be a bargain. You will be slightly bummed that there will be no more Nobles. I love Nobles. They have a whimsical look to them, don't you think? Anyway. I love our tree. And that we have no matching ornaments on it whatsoever. And not enough lights either. Martha would hate my tree, I am sure. I made a really lame attempt at a bow on top too. I don't care. My tree says, "I am a family tree. I have homemade, sentimental ornaments on me, and I'm proud to be in a house with children that poke me, keep removing my ornaments, and hide behind me. And the mother of the house is not a crafty one, but she tries." :) I just lol'd at myself.

Welp. We're all stocked up on library Christmas books and movies, have gifts ordered, and now we're just settling in for some rainy days, awaiting the birth of our dear Lord and Saviour. I hope that you my dear, two or three readers, enjoy this sweet season and have a most Merry Christmas when it gets here!

And for my mother:

2010-11-17T14:50:00.001-08:00

" Tanks Gamma for the candy apple you give me to take home. I open it in da car. It was wully good."

It's Been a Long Time Daybook

2010-11-17T13:50:00.000-08:00

For the afternoon of Nov. 17

Outside my window...A really lovely day. It's in the 70's, breezy, sunny.

I am thinking...I should probably announce on my blog that I'm 14 weeks pregnant - since everyone else knows and all.

I am thankful for...Oh there is so much to be thankful for. I'm thankful for (so far) a nice and healthy pregnancy. I saw this little baby via ultra sound a couple of weeks ago. That is one experience that doesn't get old. You just sit there and swoon and the little baby moving around inside. And then there are the little blessings that follow - I needed to wean Phillip, which I was dreading but was motivated because OUCH. I give major props to moms who nurse their toddlers throughout their pregnancies. I cannot hang. Anyway I didn't feel to terrible about it since, this was in fact, the longest I've ever gone nursing. He'll be two in February. I'm done feeling dramatic about it. So YES. I am thankful that it was much easier than I expected.

Also, I had gotten rid of/given away pretty much all my maternity clothes and was very blessed to receive it back plus a friend's whole stash and then, another friend of mine found another collection for me. Hooray - I will not have run out and buy a bunch of clothes!

From the learning rooms...Last night was Hannah's Back to School night for her Charter. Her teachers all gushed about her, and so far, she's a straight A student. We're off to a better academic start than I had in the first grade. :P So school is going really well. We've got a good routine and we do math and language lessons everyday except the weekends and pepper in her other subjects. Besides it taking up lots of housekeeping time, homeschooling with the charter in which she goes to classes once a week has been a joy. The boys are happy to sing ABCs and practice 123s. I don't do anything very formal with them at all. Just lots of books and outside time.

From the kitchen...The Nativity Fast has begun. I've got black bean soup in the crock pot getting ready to be taken to tonight's church potluck.

I am wearing...My old favorite maternity jeans, someone else's striped top, slip on sneakers. I could technically get by in regular clothes, but they are starting to pinch a bit and are not so comfy anymore.

I am creating...This one gets me every time. I should just delete it. I'm not crafty, OK?

I am going...To pick up the girl soon. I can't imagine having to take and pick up kids from school EVERY DAY. This once a week thing is perfect. ;)

I am reading...Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I'm utterly sucked in to this series.

I am hoping...OK, so this will sound bad, but I am really hoping we have a girl this time. I know we get what we get and we get what we need but, boy would I love to buy some pink and give Hannah the sister she's been praying and begging for. But of course boys are delightful - I don't think we'll give it back if it's not a girl. ;)

I am hearing...My Pandora - right now? Mates of Sate "You Are Free" You are free eee eee eee! Oh and boys playing in the yard peering into the compost - the object of their fascination, and a washer and dryer doing their thing.

Around the house...I don't normally care but it does look like a frumpy rental. Wish I could warm it up a bit. Paint would help. Window treatments would really help. And new flooring. And a demo to the kitchen and bathrooms and just start over on those....Oh geez. I'd better not. I think I'll go back to being thankful we've got much more room than we ever had before. :)

One of my favorite things...A little long weekend getaway with my husband and kids. We went to Big Bear and drank in the fresh Fall air, admired the glistening lake, hung out in the jacuzzi, ate pancakes, visited an alpine zoo, and zipped down the alpine slides. A cabin is about a million times more comfy and relaxing than a hotel room when you've got little kids with you. I am very grateful for my dearest husband who made our trip possible.

A few plans for the rest of the week: Church, the park, Story of the World with friends, enjoying being back home caught up on laundry.

Here is picture for thought I am sharing

Phillip's first very own hot cocoa on our mountain getaway. This was the first day. And then the camera battery died. My bad.

Breath-taking

2010-09-28T10:14:00.000-07:00

My sweet friend Maria has her birth story up...an inspiring, real, beautiful, natural, first birth. Worth a visit if you're into these, as I am! The link starts with part one. You'll be able to find part two on her blog. Congratulations, again!

Late September Daybook

2010-09-27T09:56:00.000-07:00

Outside my window... The beginning of an oppressively hot, dry, blazing, scorcher of a day. The chickens out pecking around the yard, and there are some signs that two little boys may have been playing outside this morning with certain toys that look like miniature versions of their father's tools.

I am thinking... I woke up very early this morning and slightly over-prepared and over-worried about our meeting this morning with our charter school Education Specialist. She's always so nice and practical and never makes me feel overwhelmed.

I am thankful for... My dear dear husband and our wonderful friendship and cute kids.

I am wearing... Oh dear. I'm lookin' pretty cozy. In fact when the E.S. showed up, Hannah cupped her hand to her mouth, looked at me wide-eyed and said, "OH NO! Mom, you're not even dressed!" I tried to convince her that I was dressed, just in very casual, stay-at-home-mom attire, but I fear I just may look like I'm kind of sort of still in my jammies. I'd better try a little harder next time.

In the learning room... For Miss Hannah - Subtraction, Proper Nouns, Egyptians, Pollyanna, Poems by Robert Louis Stevensen. For James - ABCs.

I am remembering... A dear friend's dear old dogs that both have recently died. :( I'll always remember the Noble Sergei and Passionate Stumpel. And I remember those very same friends, and how cute their old house was, and the smell of her kitchen, and how the world is a better place with that lovely family in it, and hopefully when the time is right, they and their two boys will eventually have a new pup or two to shed their love on. But for now....HUGS.

I am going... to enjoy the air conditioner the next couple of days. And then this Friday we have a wedding to attend. I like going to weddings. :)

I am currently reading... Harry Potter. Still. I put it down for a while, but now I'm back and should finish in the next couple of days. We're also half-way through Pollyanna.

I am hoping... Every one stays healthy this coming Fall.

On my mind... Being debt-free. We're on the road and we're almost there. The van will hopefully get knocked out in the next few months while J works overtime. Such a change from the suffocation we were feeling living in our old little house with the huge payment.

Noticing that... Phillip's eczema has improved but I can't figure out why.

Pondering these words.... "Secularism is a religion because it has a faith, it has its own eschatology and it's own ethics. And it "works" and it "helps." Quite frankly, if "help" were the criterion, one would have to admit that life-centered secularism helps actually more than religion. To compete with it, religion has to represent itself as "adjustment to life," "counseling," "enrichment," it has to be publicized in subways and buses as a valuable addition to "your friendly bank" and all other "friendly dealers": try it, it helps! And the religious success of secularism is so great that it leads some Christian theologians to "give up" the very category of "transcendence," or in much simpler words, the very idea of "God." This is the price we must pay if we want to be "understood" and "accepted" by modern man, proclaim the Gnostics of the twentieth century.

"But it is here that we reach the heart of the matter. For Christianity help is not the criterion. Truth is the criterion."

- Alexander Schmemann in For the Life of the World

From the Kitchen... Yummy leftovers from my inlaws: BBQ Pork Ribs and a delicious, gourmet potato salad. They outdid themselves. I was full after the appetizers which were stuffed mushrooms (which J won't touch so I made sure I ate his too) prosciutto wrapped mozzarella, wafers with cream cheese, basil, and sun dried tomatoes, figs and goat cheese drizzled with honey, and cold pitcher of fruity sangria. So good!

Around the house... a tidy downstairs, a questionable upstairs (especially our bedroom - yikes!) and NO ANTS this morning. We've been greeted just about every morning for weeks now with ants entering from our slider door in the kitchen on their way to or fro some pathetic morsel forgotten on the floor, or inside the dishwasher, or in the sink, or on the stove. It's been terrible and we've tried everything but really toxic chemicals since we've got the kiddos, but Jason's barber had this chalk she swears up and down by and she gave us some. They will not cross the line, and if they do....They DIE! It says "low poisonous" whatever that means, so I'm generally keeping my littles away from it, but hot dog! I'm glad to be rid of those pests.

A few of my favorite things.... Napping baby Phillip. Cute cute cute.

This is him not napping, but still cute x 3. He's elated in this picture because of the juice he's holding.The iconography happening on our new church temple.

Not a great picture, but you get the idea...

A new hair cut. Refreshing.

Thanks H, for the photo.

(More) From my camera...

Now there is Phillip sleeping. And Mr. James being his usual self. :)

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Pacing Ourselves

2010-08-30T18:53:00.000-07:00

Phillip at the park.

First grade has begun with a bang. It feels like so much to cover and it's such a challenge to juggle the toddlers with meaningful instruction for the first grader. James is getting jealous of all the time I'm spending on Hannah, and Phillip tries to steal markers and colors on the walls and I barely even notice. Thank God for Magic Erasers. It's fun though too. Our lessons are enjoyable and we go at our own pace. Math is fun, and I'm really hoping it stays that way. I always had allergies to math as a kid so I'm delighted Hannah finds her lessons enjoyable yet challenging. We've begun Pollyanna which I'm reading more than her. She'll read for a little while and then request that I take over so I do. She loves the story and I like that she's trying to read it even though it's a stretch for her. I'm also feeling like a much more productive person in general and less likely to resort to time-wasting.

A few of our favorite homeschooling things so far are:

Magic Tree House Books

Park Days!! We have two a week now! This is key because my boys need to run and my girl needs to play with friends!

Charter School Classes. MMMMHHHM.

Story of the World activites. The easy ones that you tear out of the work book to be specific.

Copywork paper with a blank spot on the top of the page for illustrations.

Draw Write Now

Colorful math blocks for making number stories.

Spanish!!! S-O-C-K-S!

And a few of my not so fave things:

Antics of jealous younger siblings

Less house cleaning time which is only exacerbated by the younger sibling messiness.

Not being able to find certain recommended books

Crafts. I really kind of hate crafts. It's the gathering of all the supplies that gets me. And the increase of mess. I'll get over it.

There's good news...

2010-08-13T14:02:00.000-07:00

And then there's good news and even then, there's more good news. For some of you this will be old news. Let me break it down for you:

1. Our house sold. (!!!)

2. Jason is working again. :D

3. We got this beautiful hutch for waaaay cheap on craigslist. I know that's not that big of a deal to most, but it is to me. It's actually real furniture. Like the kind that is NOT from Ikea and does not require assembly. Not there's anything wrong with that kind...

So I'm pretty darn happy right now. And thankful. So much stress is gone. I'm sure we'll find a way to obtain some more stress at a later date but for now I'm just smiling.

On another note, we start first grade soon. For my homeschool peeps (I always enjoy seeing these) here is our curriculum and loose scedule and sorry for my lack of linking - if you have a question feel free to ask:

Power-Glide Spanish - A gift from a homeschooling mom who's kids are almost all grown. So fun!

Singapore Math

Story of the World History - Ancient Times

WTM Early Language Lessons

Sequential Spelling

Handwriting Without Tears

Science - Hannah is taking a physical science class at her charter school as well as another class based on The Magic Tree House books. Of course some good old fashioned nature walks are planned for observation. Note-taking and sketches encouraged.

Poetry - A Child's Garden of Verses - Robert Louis Stevenson

For fun: Art/Drawing - Draw Write Now & Usborne Big Book of things to Draw

For our Faith: daily scripture readings and some copy work and memory verses. We have a great program that a friend from our parish has created called PATH that she works on as well.

Some unit study/themes with Lit. picks we are planning to read:

Aug./Sept

Theme: A Good Attitude - we'd like to start the year out glad! ;)

Pollyana

On the Banks of Plum Creek

Oct.

Theme: A.A. Milne

A couple of Pooh stories

Now We Are Six

Nov.

Theme: E.B. White

Stewart Little

Trumpet of the Swan

Dec.

Theme: Wintertime/Nativity

A Christmas Carol

Prepare O Bethleham

Chronicles of Narnia - The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Jan.

Theme: Animals

James Herriot Treasury for Children

Feb.

Theme: Kenneth Graham

Wind in the Willows

The Reluctant Dragon

March

Theme: Spring/Garden

The Secret Garden

April

Theme: Art

Camille & the Sunflowers

Katie Meets the Impressionists

Come Look with Me: Enjoying Art with Children

May

Theme:Lewis Carrol

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

Jabberwocky and other poetry

So God willing we'll do at least half of all this! :)

July

2010-07-27T19:22:00.000-07:00

This month of which is almost over has been full. This July I turned 30. So far I like it. I don't miss my twenties at all. What's the big deal? Anyway. My dearest ones showered me with love and Nordstrom gift cards, some desperately needed new make-up (I just LOVE Bare Minerals) and some sweet friends of mine had a little party for me. We ate, talked, and enjoyed leaving the kids with their dads. It was perfect.

One gift bestowed upon me was a pair of adorable chicks. Now I can look forward to our very own fresh eggs soon. The kids are out of their minds over them. We've got Honey, the Buff Orpington, and Maple the Rhode Island Red. After a few days of them hanging out in their cardboard box they learned to fly out. We kept them in the bathroom while we made chicken coop plans. We had to expedite those plans because the birds were leaving little droppings all over the bathroom. I kept thinking: This is not what I had in mind for my downstairs extra bathroom. Ha! So my dearest Jason rigged something up pronto and we've got ourselves a pretty decent coop and run for them. They should be some happy hens.

James and Hannah took swim lessons. James went from the petrified screamer kid to much more comfortable in the water. Hannah did well and became a stronger little swimmer this year. On the last day she jumped off the high dive, surprising me. She's usually pretty cautious but she climbed up those stairs, and without the slightest bit of hesitation walked right off the board with a nice splash.

Jason is still home. Still. Home. But we're OK! Honest! It's been kind of neat having him home all this time. We have never had this much time together. So now we just wait for him to get the call once the job starts. Today he and Hannah went to Disneyland to use those passes we got for Christmas. A couple of weeks ago we went to Catalina Island with my parents and the kids and then my mom and dad took Hannah and James home over night and they went to Legoland the next day. I think they might be nearly recuperated by now, over a week later!

I'm trying to type this while Phillip Henry sits on my lap, trying to steal sips of my drink. He's about 18 months now. That means we're almost over the crazy 12-18 month hump. He's finally learning to not touch certain things, what NO means, to say thank you - "taytoo"and he gives good hugs and kisses. He tries to do everything James does including ride a trike, shovel up dirt, go down slides. He's overall much less cautious than Hannah and James. He's got no fear. He jumps in swimming pools and thinks he can swim, makes a b-line to the waves when we're at the beach, and is found pretty regularly on the tops of tables. He's pretty dangerous. I cannot take my eyes off of him. He also grunts and points to things he wants and places he'd like to go. It's so sweet to see his personality develop and see how he and his siblings interact. There are times when it is utter chaos here and everyone is whiney but I nearly live for the moments when the three of them play and giggle together and are kind and considerate to each other. I love that they have each other. It could be my only child-ness, but I am so happy that they have someone to talk to besides Jason and me, and the family dog. I'm sure I have overly romantic ideas about sibling hood and I was always told as a kid by my friends how lucky I was to not have any brothers or sisters, but I'm pretty sure those same kids are thankful they have their siblings now. Anyhow, I'm on a mission to make sure they always love each other. Pardon that bunny trail.

This month I read The Poisonwood Bible. It was very good. Though I don't agree with much of the author's theology, I appreciated the story, and her angle on missionaries in Africa. I found it educational, since I'm completely ignorant about much of the history of Africa. I had the basics of it being a land exploited by Western imperialism but that was about it. Fascinating. I'm on Kingsolver kick. I may read The Prodigal Summer next, but am debating reading Harry Potter instead. I've never read the series and would like read them before my kids do. Should be fun. I also plan to read Mary the Mother of God, Sermons by Saint Gregory Palamas for the Dormition fast that is beginning in August.

We'll start some schooling again next month, and weather the summer. So far it's been the most mild summer I can recall in Southern California. Today was perfect here in the I.E. It looks like our short sale on our old house is going to go through. Lord have mercy on us! It will be so nice do completely be done with that whole ordeal. It actually helped us that J is out of work so that way we don't have to pay off our second mortgage. It's all been God's good timing. Hopefully we'll be back on track soon. Pray for us!

Time Keeps on Ticking, Ticking, Ticking...

2010-06-23T11:43:00.000-07:00

Poor blog. So neglected. Life has been busy and good, and having dial-up has totally cut down my internetting, which has turned out to be not such a bad thing. I've been slightly more present in my home, with the kids, keeping my real life not so neglected. My dear husband has been home from work in between jobs which has been really great and kind of annoying at the same time. I think by the time he (God willing) goes back to work next month we'll all be very ready for it. ;-)

The kids - especially James - has been loving having him home to follow around and be Daddy's Helper. Jason is not one to sit around on the couch much and has been keeping busy with gardening projects, a little wood working, reading, brewing beer (we've got three fermenters and a bottled batch taking over our broom closet) and going for bike rides and walking to church.

I've been busy taking the kids here and there, to parks and botanic gardens, the library and feel very much at ease with our new house and neighborhood. It feels really good. I'm rethinking discipline, food, and I am enjoying gardening with Jason. I read Animal Vegetable Miracle a few weeks ago and found myself more convicted with our eating habits. Being a "Localvore"- with some important exceptions - in Southern California would not be that hard at all. I'm also considering to basically become a vegetarian unless I know the meat is not factory farmed and has been raised organically. Once the Apostles Fast is over I'm going to take a stab at making some mozzarella cheese. It seems really easy and fun too. I've visited two local farmers markets so far in our city and I think I will go every week now for produce, fish, and honey. The kids asked why there weren't any apples. :)

Discipline has been a challenge. All three kids seem to be in an intense stage presently. It's tiring, but I'm feeling encouraged, thank God. It's just work. I have to remind myself that. I can't expect them to be on autopilot so I can keep the house clean. I must break up fights, take the time to enforce time-outs, watch my tone of voice, and keep the candle burning literally and figuratively.

Seven Years

2010-05-24T15:10:00.000-07:00

Today is our anniversary. As I type, my beloved is constructing a raised bed for a veggie garden in the back yard. A celebratory pork tenderloin is presently being smoked to perfection, a potato salad awaits dressing in the fridge, and plans for a homey, cozy evening are eagerly anticipated. After we tuck our kids in their beds (except the night-owl baby) we intend to sip on adult libations, watch Season 5 of Ballykissangel of which I do believe the postal worker just slipped into our mail box. We will enjoy our smoked gouda and crackers, try our best to not spill wine on the white carpet, and take great comfort and joy in knowing we still love each other best, and wish only to continue the good thing started seven years ago today. There's no one in the world I'd rather be with, fight with, love, admire, annoy, get old with, have adorable blond babies with, or veg on the couch and watch a show that no one else would want to watch with. God grant us many more years together!

Home Tweet Home

2010-05-07T09:49:00.000-07:00

Ten Little Delights:

1. I love living in hills again. It's just pretty to see hills all around.

2. LOTS of singing birdies. It's tweet tweet tweet all the time.

3. Three toilets. O happy day!

4. We've walked to church twice now. And the future may hold some walking to the local shopping as well. Ice cream stroll, perhaps?

5. A play room!

6. Lots of university students for neighbors...may be slightly rambunctious but very polite, and nice to see always walking around. It feels like a very safe neighborhood.

7. Hannah has her very own girly girl room.

8. Baby Phillip has mastered the stairs...I've been freaking out the past few days, but I'm just starting to be able to relax. He slithers down them backwards like a wiggle worm.

9. The house seems slightly cuter to me after we've moved in. Lots of funny eyesores here though...what else is new? ;-)

10. We are being very good about enforcing our cleanliness rules: No eating anywhere but the kitchen and the back yard and regular mopping.

Pictures and more later. I'm settling for dial-up right now so that could take all day. I just don't wanna fork out the dough for fiber optics just yet and our local phone company doesn't offer regular DSL here. Kinda bummed about that. What to do?

Have a wonderful day!!

Moving Notes

2010-04-26T12:58:00.000-07:00

I'm taking a little break from packing and washing. My mom's got the big kids while I knock off some of my list for the week. I am officially sick of Craigslist and researching refrigerators, and I've got a little cold. BUT...I'm not gonna live here anymore!! And we had a yard sale on Saturday and got some fridge money, I made myself a green smoothie and feel health returning as I type, and the crock is going for dinner tonight. I think it's a good day!
Packing, packing. I've got my pretty apron that Maria made me for my birthday last year. And sandals because it's hot today.
It was hot yesterday too...And the Artist Girl forgot to put these away, which is sad, because these WERE a delightful new box of Crayolas, contained in a jar with a lid I just bought and was feeling pretty proud of. These are not the first crayons to be melted into soup, unfortunately. At least this time they were contained. And not in the car. Or on top of a table.

Good day!

Bright Friday Daybook

2010-04-09T12:01:00.000-07:00

FOR TODAY
Outside my window...Kids cleaning up the backyard. To quote my husband, "It looks like a daycare, and the babysitter just got up and quit." :P But the day is bright and the birds are singing, and the morning glory is blooming. Feels like summer, though the heat is not as oppressive as it will be in a couple of months.

I am thinking...I'm overwhelmed and unmotivated.Lots on my plate this month, so I need to get myself on task.

I am thankful for...A nice, big ole' house to move into come May. It's so not cute, but is oh so what we need. MORE SPACE. MORE TOILETS. Thank God.

From the learning rooms...Reading lots of books, including some really beautiful California History books passed to us from my inlaws. James continues to enjoy puzzles, dinosaurs, and all things train. Dinosaurs + Trains = Jubilation. Philly boy is starting to talk. He says "Noooo",
"nurs nurs," "wow," "dada," and "mama."

From the kitchen...Ooh not sure yet. Take out? Maybe In-n-Out...Will call the husband to pick up! Although I am feeling so full. We've been eating so much food. I skipped breakfast this morning because I was still stuffed from dinner and dessert from last night.

I am wearing...Black tshirt, green pants, and turquoise and faux wood thongs from Target that my friend Jenny made me buy. ;)

I am creating...I should really just take the I am Creating line off when I do these. I am creating NOTHING. I'm a crafting loser. Although, I did create a little board book for my goddaughter for Pascha. My mommy helped me, though. Thanks, Mom!

I am going...Beach side for a day, God willing.

I am reading...Middlemarch STILL!! Ack. I'm so almost done. I just need a couple of hours to hunker down and get it done. I really do like it, though not as much as some other classics I have read. Hopefully a day at the beach will provide this for me...Although the newest Real Simple came in the mail yesterday, and is begging for me to pick it up, so we've got some competition! Book-wise, I plan to read something fun and light next...Any suggestions?

I am hoping...A friend of mine (the same one who MADE me buy my sandals) has a smooth birth and labor soon, and for a healthy bundle of pink, girly joy!!

I am hearing...Phillip waking up slowly, kids, airplanes, birds, cars.

Around the house...Chocolate and candy that needs to go away, flowers that are getting pretty sad looking, a dishwasher needing to be unloaded, and general messiness just about every where. Except my bedroom isn't too bad. Just trying to be reasonable here!

One of my favorite things...A date on Monday with my dearest husband. Yardhouse and a thrift store trip with no kids. Delightful.

A few plans for the rest of the week: Beach, church, that's about it, as the week is nearly over.

Here is a picture for thought I am sharing...
This kid will turn three next month. He's my Mother's Day gift that just keeps on giving! My Spring flower full of fun, and all things BOY. My Jamesy Boy.

Here's the original Simple Woman.

Christ is Risen!!

2010-04-05T18:16:00.000-07:00

I'm sitting here with a glass of wine, hearing my kids playing, and loving Bright Week. As always, Pascha was such a beautiful service. The kids did well, and stayed awake for pretty much all of it. They even played and ate during the feast afterwards. It was a good time, and we got home at about 5:30 in the morning. We slept in (haahahahha...well slept in for a family with kids - 8am - not too shabby!) I sorta felt bad for the families whose kids slept the whole service and feast and were going to wake up promptly at 6 am. That would have been rough. The next day, or I mean, later that day, we went back to church for the picnic. We missed Agape Vespers due to sleepy-head kids. The picnic was fun. We enjoyed lots of leftover food, and... Egg hunting.

Beer, visiting. (We also happened to be serenaded by a guitar player and some choir singers - it was lovely.)

Picture snapping. I'll try to refrain from ever making that face again. But doesn't Hannah look pretty?

And here was the finished product of my egg dying adventure. They went into the giant church basket that Father gave out after the service. I smugly snickered to myself at the large number of hot pink eggs because I'm a little brat like that. The egg I got was fuschia. Fancy Nancy would have adored them. Hannah and I thought they were pretty cool too. We cracked our eggs together - well her egg cracked so she won. Then we peeled and were about to eat. I like hard boiled eggs but I think they're slightly disgusting without salt. They kind of make me wanna gag. So I was working up the nerve to eat the whole thing - after all it had been blessed - when a sweet, old gentleman came up with a little salt shaker, God bless him! It was so cute. He thoroughly coated my egg for me and instructed me to turn, turn, turn as he sprinkled. It was a very good Pascha, and we're still celebrating and taking in all the hugs and smooches and rich foods that make our bellies more full than they've been in weeks, and those glorios words: "Christ is Risen!"

Red Eggs and Holy Week

2010-04-01T15:51:00.000-07:00

We are VERY excited for Pascha. We've tried to get all preparations done today which included shopping, way more errands than I ever like to drag my kids to, church this morning, cleaning, and a fun project: St. Mary Magdalene's Red Eggs - from the most venerable Evlogia blog. Thanks to Mary for always sharing so much beauty with the world.
We started with white eggs. Hannah was a good helper.

After peeling two dozen onion skins off, we place two dozen eggs in a pot. Then we added the water and vinegar.

We followed the instructions to let the eggs and onion skin water cool and then placed them in the fridge over night, and for most of today.

And we've got ourselves some lovely brick red eggs. I'm pretty happy with the outcome, though I wish I had bought bigger onions because I think they would have come out with a more vibrant red. I purchased my onions from Trader Joes, and they were quite small, and didn't have as much skin as ones I could have gotten from a regular grocery store bag. So, next year I will be sure to get those. But cool project and all natural!! I still need to shine them up with the oil, so that should make them even prettier.

Have a most wonderful Pascha!

A Spring Day

2010-03-12T12:26:00.000-08:00

Being outside is so very nice. The girl likes her present from her little friend. :) She's been working on her hula-hooping all day. Hannah is the kind of kid who will do something over, and over, and over until she gets it.

Sweet victory! She has mastered a new skill. She'll be able to sleep at night now.

Here are my boys. Boys are the funniest creatures.

See what I mean? Strange fellow. But in a good way.

A Because Party

2010-03-05T14:25:00.001-08:00

Today's weather is nothing short of perfect. Long sleeves? OK. Short sleeves? OK too!
Little Miss Hannah decided it was the perfect day for an outside "Because Party." You can read about "Because Parties" in the Little Bear books and movies...but basically, it's a party for...Just because!

And, yes, professional photograpers: My rickety, backyard garage door IS available for use as a back drop. Just ask, and be my guest. Just stay an hour after and watch my kids while I go grocery shopping, OK?
The hostess made a fruit salad - apples, bananas, oranges, orange juice, and cinnamon . I helped slice a little. A side of pumpenickel pretzels was served. Like the fancy serving dishes? A Because Party is a relaxed, fuss-free event.
Brothers may come too. But be prepared for their shenanigans, like sneaking the pretzels, and blowing dandelions onto the fruit salad. The hostess did her best to be gracious.
This is me after the hostess decided the Because Party was in my honor. I got to wear this beautiful, rare, exotic bloom in my hair. And get my picture taken. Just because.

Happy Friday!

I'll take the physical challenge!

2010-03-01T09:23:00.000-08:00

Any one remember what my title is from?

To me, Mondays are days for recovering over how lazy and and distracted from chores one has been over the weekend. I'm trying to gain some momentum this morning. But my bleeping wisdom tooth is the thorn in my side. I am teething and the whole left side of my face is tender. I'm pretty sure this bad boy needs to be yanked, plucked, pulled, EXTRACTED from my mouth. Should be fun. I wish my own conspiracy theory (about how pulling wisdom teeth are just a ploy for dentists to make money) came through for me. But pain talks. Take the buggars out!!

But back to the housekeeping: I feel discouraged. As soon as one room is acceptable, another is in shambles - kid crud like puzzle pieces everywhere, dust, crumbs, dirt, clutter, yuck. It's best to keep up high spirits with these sorts of things or else they can really get you down. Whew. OK, now that I had my internet pity party and allowed my ibuprofen to kick in, let me spring to action. Gotta make a plan! Take a vacation from procrastination!!

Step by step. Day by day. By day...

First priority.
Kitchen - unload diswasher, tidy, wipe, sweep, load dishwasher, done.

Front room - rally kids to pick up after themselves for the bazillionth time. quick tidy and fluff of pillows and done.

Bedroom 1 - wash my sheets, thanks little baby for leaking last night. tidy. done.

Bedroom 2 - clean up clean up, everybody everywhere! clean up clean up, everybody do your share!!

bathroom - wipedown and done!

laundry - a couple of loads today.

for the kids - help make bread with mommy. hannah read james a story. outside time today since the weather is lovely. lots of grace and hugs for james today since he's the last of us to get this annoying cold we've all had. poor little basketcase.

dinner - its a pot o beans in the crock. rice to be cooked later.

OK! Here I go! It's gonna be a good day, help me Lord!

February Daybook

2010-02-22T08:35:00.000-08:00

From The Simple Woman
FOR TODAY ~ Monday

Outside my window...clearing skies with puffy whipped cream clouds,a damp backyard that is slowly drying out.

I am thinking...I need a plan for the day. What to do?

I am thankful for...Clean Week last week. The first week of Lent is very rigorous and my dear husband fasted so well, with grace, and without complaining. The kids gave up movies and we not once opened up the tv. I went computer-less for the week, which showed me that the internet world can really suck me in and cause so much idleness. As I prayed the
prayer of St. Ephraim the words SLOTH and IDLENESS really pierced my soul. I can get so much more done when I am not distracted by reading the latest on facebook, or preoccupied by the most lovely blogs that are so full of beauty and very well worth reading - but I've got my own life to live, and should probably keep my eyes on my own paper. I need to figure out how to scale back on my internet time, and if I need to give myself some rules. Oh, and I think I was more present for my kids too. So, it was a very good week.

From the learning rooms...Admittedly, I've been a little "relaxed" on lesson plans and such, but here's the thing: Hannah has learned to read, and in those "What your Kindergartner needs to know" guides, she's got K done. Except maybe she wouldn't know what to do if the the bell were to ring. So, we're living life, reading tons of books, doing chores, helping with little brothers, having play dates, doing experiments in the backyard. It's been nice. Sometimes she complains of boredom, but she usually finds something to do, that is creative. Right now her and James are "washing their studio" which I'm not sure what that means, but they do! Imaginations are at work! Alas, we'll be back to more regiment soon. I'd like to start first grade in the summer when it's too hot to go outside and play. Plans for charter school are in the works.

From the kitchen...Big batches of Lenten food to cut down on preparing and to stock up on praying. Pasta with veggie ragu, chopped and fried cumin potatoes and refried beans, pumpkin muffins, veggie pizza. And that's about it.

I am wearing...brown pants, brown tank top, green t-shirt, a red zip-up hoody, and my favorite brown maryjanes. It's all about layering this time of year.

I am creating...A less cluttered house as I purge drawers and pantry.

I am going...Possibly to the library today. Maybe.

I am reading...Middlemarch and The Omnivore's Dilemma, and the daily scripture readings for church, all of which are fascinating. Middlemarch is getting more and more interesting as I read, though much of it is over my head and I find myself having to read portions slowly, and others quickly and just be OK with not grasping everything. The Omnivores Dilemma is surprisingly easy to read, and I really like the author. It's so much more than a "Look at how disgusting the food industry is" book. I appreciate the balanced, non-alarmist, but at the same time taking an honest look - approach Pollan takes.

This time of year, the Church has us reading from the Old Testament. The readings are so appropriate for the time to repent, to make an honest assessment of our sins, and to look with expectation for our Savior and his glorious Pascha (Passover) and Resurrection that gives everlasting life.

I am pondering..."For the kingdom of God is not food and drink, but righteousness and peace, and joy in the Holy Spirit; he who thus serves Christ is acceptable to God and approved by men." Romans 14:17 I've got so much work to do, to get my eyes off food and drink, and other passions so I can focus on the kingdom of God which lasts forever.

I am hoping...to sell our house soon!

I am hearing...kids playing together, rather nicely for the moment, thank God!

Around the house...A tidy kitchen and living room, but a not so tidy kids room. Ants in the bathroom that will not go away.

One of my favorite things...Coffee and a muffin.

A few plans for the rest of the week: God willing, a park day, a visit to my granny, some church services, and keeping home.

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

My One Year Old Phillip - the day after his birthday on the steps of the Church at the Monastery of the Theotokos, Lifegiving Spring. The kids and I went on a very special birthday trip for him with some dear friends.

A Birth Story

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Is posted HERE.

It's been hanging out in February 2009 just waiting to be posted. So if you're into these things, here you go!

Oh, and my Phillip walked for us last night!

This Big Baby Boy...

2010-02-01T14:57:00.000-08:00

Turns One this month.

We all pretty much think he's the cutest, funniest, chubbiest little guy in the world.

And I'm pretty sure he gets a kick out of us to.

In honor of his birthday month, I have finished his birth story. I need a gentle nudge to post it though. His was hard for me to process. It was a good birth but a hard one. A tiring one. But I think women need to read natural birth stories so they can know that they can overcome pain, and know that normal births are a far cry from what conventional media portrays. I found reading dozens of birth stories while pregnant very helpful and even encouraging, and made my births much less scary. So, allow me to work up the nerve and I'll post soon after I re-read it for the 9oth time.

If you are my FB friend, you know that I got out of the house on a Friday night. It was a fast-free week, my parents were willing to watch the kiddos, we found the perfect place to go, some friends to hang with - the stars were aligned! And it was so much fun. My kind of fun that gets me home before ten, with a full belly. It was the first time I've ever left Phillip for longer than an hour or two long shopping trip. And he did great!

However, as I was enjoying this lovely beer my little Phillip thought it would be a fine time to take his first steps. Without me. Without a camera. He has yet to repeat it.

Oh well. Lucky grandparents! I was happy for them!

Stormy Day

2010-01-21T15:46:00.000-08:00

Day Four of CA poundage.

Look! Light!!! I'm a sun-lover. I got giddy for the five minutes it was like this. But I am happy for the rain. I always pray for rain. And it came this week. Thank you, Lord!

And today I hung out with these people: People who wear footy jammies, and when they dress themselves, clashing is a fashion DO. Jason was home today too. He took James with him to go grocery shopping. A super duper bonus!

Brothers! This was supposed to be just of Phil, but James couldn't control himself and got in there too. I love it.

Dizzy?

2010-01-18T08:51:00.001-08:00

Queezy? Feel like you've been spinning a little too fast on the Tea Cups? Not every one has Hannah's iron stomach. The S. Family has gotten through a rather horrid stomach bug. It only got James (early last week) and I, but you know the saying: If mama ain't happy...ain't nobody happy.

Thank God Jason was home, and he took wonderful care of us all. If I got sick on a week day, I don't know what I would have done. The Lord was merciful.

But here is a homemade recipe for Pedialyte. My Jamesy drank it up with a sqeeze of lemon, and then I did the same a few days later. I'm sure it's better for us all too since it's got no dyes, or questionable sweeteners. And what could be worse than loading up your nauseated loved ones for a car ride when you have everything you need at home? Ah the joy of the internet, sometimes.

Wanna help?

2010-01-14T18:35:00.000-08:00

Just a link: Consider giving aide to Haiti through the IOCC HERE.

Where ever you go, there you are.

2010-01-06T11:55:00.000-08:00

Jason's names day treat from Monday night - St. Jason of the Seventy

Last night we went to our church's Theophany service. I love that service but, boy was it long, and downright painful for the kids. We rushed out to get back home, get the littles to bed, and curl up on the couch to watch an All Creatures Great and Small episode (an old BBC show that is free to rent at the library). Jason and I are hooked. Just like so many evenings together, I merrily nodded off into dreamland, my head resting on his shoulder. He gently nudged me to wake me up to finish the show. I pretended to not have been asleep but he new me better. I got to bed, changed Phillip's diaper, because I didn't change it before we left church and I didn't want to wake up with wet sheets, plus I get mom guilt hard over unchanged diapers. He cried while I fumbled with his jammies and diaper, but went right back to sleep as soon as I laid down with him, nursing. I felt full of love for my family. I thought about what a difference one year makes.

It was a tough year. Not terrible, not devastating, but stretching and challenging.

We welcomed a new baby who is such a joy we can barely stand it. Phillip is anxious to keep up with his older siblings and follows them around every where. He eats anything you put in front of him, and loves to tease me by putting rocks in his mouth, and smiling his impish grin and then crawling away at lightning speed. He loves us. He loves me because I'm his momma, he loves Jason because he's his daddy, with a beard to play with. Jason makes Phillip laugh by spinning him around and tickling his belly. Phillip loves Hannah because she's like a second mother, always doting on him, saying hello in a high pitched voice, picking him every chance she gets, and feeding him bits of O shaped cereal. He loves James because they are brothers. They seem to have some kind of foreknowledge that they will be each other's best friends, they will get into trouble together, will physically hurt each other wrestling in the living room (but not too badly) and even one day have the pleasure of watching each other's own boys do the same. A mama can hope - if the Lord wills.

James has been a hand full of love and frustration. He's so fun-loving, energetic, and wild. He's two. Two year olds are good at being one thing for a moment, and then without warning morphing into something else completely. He can be my most comforting, huggable, lovey dovey boy who tells me sweet nothings in my ear, and then suddenly becomes vexed and belligerent. He throws things when he's mad. Or drops them. Things like toy cars, rocks, plates, spoons, cups, anything really. I know he won't do this forever. We're working on verbalizing our frustrations and not freaking out when mom or dad say no to a request. I'm nearly thirty and I still don't appreciate being told no. He talks quite a bit, it's often surprising. I like to copy him and talk just like him because it's adorable. Today I said to him, "Great Scot, it's hot out here." And then he said, "Drate Stot!? I don't ike Drate Stot. Drate Stot MEAN." OK. I'll never bring Drate Stot up again in your presence.

I've really been enjoying Hannah lately. Age four was hard. We argued and cried. We bugged each other. But when she turned five, I feel like we turned a corner and understand each other better. I really appreciate her and what a sweet soul she has. She's very giving, sensitive, and has the silliest sense of humor. She's been so helpful this year, always willing to do anything for her baby brother, and some things for her other little brother. She's gained more control over her emotions lately as well. We went through a period of her being very easily offended when wounded by others whether done on purpose or accident. It would be excruciating for her to forgive and move on. It's still sometimes tough, but I've been proud of her improvement. It's been wonderful watching her make friends at church, or with other home school kids - she has found herself kindred spirits that love to imagine things to play like being ponies or princesses, and I often hear them coming up with plays to produce and perform at the park. She always seems to be scheming away with experiments and plans to open a store. I hope she'll always be so enterprising! She enjoys reading, has a passion for dressing up, lives for making cards and drawings to give as gifts, and loves to sing. She fills our days with lots of cuddles, love, and plenty of annoying five year old hallmarks, like: Asking what you're doing. What are you reading? What did she say? Who are you talking to? What are we doing today? What about tomorrow? What;s you're favorite color? What does that important financial document say? (Just kidding on that last one.)

Jason has been busy at work, thank God. The job he is on now has had him welding quite a bit, which I think he has liked, despite it being on the slightly monotonous side. It's been good for him to work on one of his skills that he has not used in a long time. He'll occasionally show me some pictures of his work, which always involve him being high up on a roof of some enormous building or on a scaffold, which gives me the heeby jeebies to look at. I try not to think about it too much, truthfully. I'm grateful he's got a good job that supports us, and allows me to stay home with our babies. He's a big fan of cigar smoking, smoking meats, and has begun to brew his own beer. If he's outside amongst plumes of smoke and holding a glass of ale, I know he's happy. And that makes me happy too.

Most of the frustration of last year had everything to do with our house, our mortgage loan, and not knowing what to do. I've mentioned here before that we bought our house at nearly the highest peak of the market with a really crappy loan. We were stupid and it sucks. I have potty trained my second child in a one bathroom house. Don't ask me if anyone has had to go potty in a bucket outside. Please. We've been financially uncomfortable with a mortgage payment that would never be comfortable for about five years. We tried our hardest to implore our bank to fix our rate to a 30 year loan so we could simply add on to our teeny house, maybe adding one extra bedroom to make it a little bit more comfortable for our growing family. The bank did not care. It's been a nightmare/roller coaster/poopfest with regard to our house. For now, we are trying to short sale, and are saving our money to get the heck outta dodge. I'm so over this place, I don't care if it forecloses and our credit is jacked for years to come. My new years resolution is to move out of this money pit house. I'm really looking forward to having a little more room, a smaller cost of living, being closer to our church, and an extra toilet (or two!).

All that being typed, I learned to chill last year. There is no point in freaking out about circumstances I have no control over. With a third baby, I slowed down, re-evaluated, and became more realistic. Prioritizing was key. With our house situation I made the best of it. I even resigned to staying in this place as-is, indefinitely, until Jason said enough was enough. More awful things have happened than my silly worries. I am not my things. I am not my house. I am my husband's wife and my kid's mom. And the love, and the always laughing, and the hugs, and the admitting I'm a sinner (the chief sinner), the meals, the laundry, the wiping of all things. No matter where we live I am blessed, and have the ability to give thanks or I can whine and moan. I hope I give thanks, but I'm sure I will find something to complain about. I'm an expert.

Lord help us, save us, and have mercy on us. Keep us O God by thy grace!

Here are 5 things I resolve to do or not do in 2010:

1. Not live here.

2. Make our own sandwich bread.

3. Not dye my hair...hello grays!

4. Figure out a better morning routine.

5. Mop more often. I hate to mop. But I hate icky sticky floors too. I've gotta make a choice here.

Hope you have a happy 2010! God bless you!

A for Effort, B for....

2009-12-18T15:49:00.000-08:00

A couple of posts ago, I happily mentioned that I probably wouldn't be mailing Christmas cards out of a variety of reasons (none of which are that I don't love Christmas - believe me, I LOVE Christmas!). Well, the guilt got to me. I could tell Jason was kind of bummed and we keep getting such nice cards from people including dear old Grandma Reba from Arkansas who sent not one but four cards to us - one for each child, and one for J and I - how cute is she? Then yesterday I was visiting a friend and I admired her mantel full of Christmas cards from friends and family, so as I was driving home I resolved to get myself onto the Snapfish website and get the whole thing done and over with ASAP so I could sleep at night again.

Everything was going perfect. I found something I liked, ordered it and picked it up this morning at the drugstore, got my address list, and got to work on it right away because I was not going to drag this thing out. I was even sort of enjoying myself! So I was about halfway done when James comes up to me, and I was thinking he was going to ask me for a snack, but NO! Without any warning he BARFED! All over me. And all over the remaining envelopes. AAAAAAH! It was so weird. And then he was perfectly fine and back to normal. I am not feeling very encouraged.

So HALF my cards went out today!

Last Year's Champ:

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Miss Holiday Hoochie Mama Piggy from last year's Annual Ugly Ornament Contest, peeking from behind our tree in her ever so do-like manner. We can't possibly outdo this one which we won last year from the Hams (of all people - with their pig ornament) Can't wait for this year's party!
Kids decorating. I have a nice cluster of wooden ornaments at the bottom of our tree. Perfect for Phillip to yank, grab, and put in his mouth, then drop on the floor, every day, all day, until we take it all down.

Toward Bethlehem

2009-12-11T11:41:00.000-08:00

This morning my pops came over just to watch the kids for me so I could grocery shop. It made my day. Shopping with my kids takes so much energy out of me, makes me feel anxious and dismayed. When I do take them shopping I try to appear cheerful, but inside I'm saying "HELP ME!" But I do try because nobody likes to see a mama carting her kids around with a big sneer on her face, hair disheveled and and beads of sweat forming a mustache on her upper lip. It invites people to ask themselves questions under their breaths like, "Why keep having all those kids if you so clearly dislike them?" I can see it in their eyes. And I wish I could tell them without being a total nut, that I'm really not that bad of a mother! I'm just kind of tired, I'm just having an off day, I'm just not good at negotiating a cumbersome and cantankerous cart (why is it I always get the carts with wobbly wheels that only want to veer to the left?) I'm just, I'm just, I'm just......

I really like coming home to those little cherubic darlings AFTER I've done the shopping. Thanks, Dad!

Now that the pantry and fridge are full, we've settled in for the day with books, movies, and crafts.

Oh and laundry. I've been at war with the laundry for the past several days, and I am losing. I just cannot catch up. Cloth diapers? Forget it. Not this week. You need socks? Better go to the nearest box store and buy yourself a package of them. But that is a venture not for the weary, this time of year.

I'm trying very hard to keep my eyes on the Nativity of the Lord - to make it much more than retail. The two times I've ventured into Retail Land (and this was one time with just one child, and the other with my dear husband) I felt myself nearing a zombie-like state. It was physically exhausting. The sappy music (and I do enjoy lots of Christmas music that isn't performed by Michael Bolton and Celine Dion) was so physically irritating, my head was pounding. I developed a blank stare to cope with my overstimulated mind. My internal distress was only heightened as I saw a young dad with his little girl of about six, on a chilly,rainy day, wearing strappy, stiletto heels. I gagged. I told myself I was being judgemental. But crimony! What is wrong with people? I held my five year old with her sensible rain boots close and prayed she would not notice that there was a little girl about her age in shoes that she would not be allowed to wear for another decade, at least. Ugh. I suppose the blatant and often accepted sexualization of children is another post. Alas, I felt instantly better upon exit and my taking deep cleansing breaths of unfiltered, crisp air.

But to the Nativity we go! And unto all that is lovely - these things I strive to gaze upon. For one, I have begun A Christmas Carol. I've never read any Dickens before (I KNOW! I'm so uncultured.) and I'm finding it very readable and lots of fun. Obviously I know the story and have seen the movie - the best one that pales all others with Alaster Sims just about every year at Christmastime. I have zero desire to see the newest Disney one. Anyway, it makes me want to read more of his works.

Also the kids and I are reading lots of Jan Brett books by recommendations from several other blogs. They're so beautifully illustrated. We also love The Christmas Story by Gennady Spirin.

We started decorating and this weekend we plan to put up the tree. The wreath is up, though looking slightly forlorn at the pile of pumpkins that have yet to have been discarded next to the front door. I'll get to them when I get to them. And another thing that needs tending to is Christmas cards. I told my mom last night on the phone that sending out Christmas cards is the bane of my December existence. I'm a jerk that loves getting them, but hates the trouble of sending them out. But! My mom and and dad, and Jason's parents both have already sent their cards out with - oh joy! - pictures of us and our kids on them. So I kinda figured it got me out of them. That's what I'm telling myself anyway. So, if you are not on my parent's or in-law's Christmas card lists - this is just in case I happen to not get to them accidentally on purpose:

We wish you a blessed Advent and a most Merry Christmas!!

Love, The S. Family

A play-by-play of sorts.

2009-12-01T07:42:00.001-08:00

Hope you and yours all had a wonderful holiday. Jason looks forward to Thanksgiving every year because he always gets the Friday after off so it's a four day holiday. This year he also took Monday off for our parish patronal feast of St. Andrew.

Thanksgiving day was really nice and warm. We ate outside and we hosted Jason's dad and his brother. The kids played outside all day. Grandpa Bill does the turkey in the BBQ and I take care of all the sides. I panicked the last half-hour before we served the meal because I foolishly squandered too much time, thinking I had a whole hour. I had two pots of potatoes boiling, green beans to blanche and then saute which I should have done the day before, I was feeling completely overwhelmed. After barking at the kids to get out of the kitchen and cursing myself for miscalculating the time, my dear Jason assured me there was no rush, the turkey could wait, and my dear father-in-law poured me a delightful glass of wine, in which I obligingly took some sips (gulps?), and pressed on. Of course everything was fine and came out pretty good. Thank God.
On Friday Jason had projects so I took all our leftovers to my parents. The weather was changing that day, and it rained all night. Saturday morning was so beautiful we talked ourselves out of going shopping (I think most of our shopping will be done online this year) and into going to a nearby park that has a trail, perfect for Hannah to practice her big bike on. I'm so glad we did.

Hannah takes pictures now:

Sometimes I fantasize about living in a house right next to this trail. I know it's wrong. I just can't help it.

Sunday was church and our normal after-church-protocol of sunning ourselves in the backyard, watching the kids play, book reading, some beer, some food, some laughs.

And then on Monday we had a Liturgy for St. Andrew in the morning, enjoyed some fish tacos at the best hole-in-the-wall place ever by our house. When you walk in a Mexican food restaurant and your family looks really really white like ours, and the restaurant staff looks at you, like "What are you doing here?" you know it's gonna be good. We won them over too. We headed back out to church for a special Vespers service on our freshly poured slab for our new temple with not one but TWO bishops - our Bishop Joseph and the OCA's Bishop Benjamin to be exact. (hee hee - hard hats, too cute.)

Father Josiah as Vespers began. The sun set by the end of service. Nice. I confess to going to the van with Phillip in the middle of it. He was wiggly and whiny and I was cold. There was a banquet after but we didn't go mostly because our little Phillip. He squawks too loud and I didn't want to feel resentful holding him outside while Jason stayed inside or vise a versa.

Back to routine today. House cleaning, laundering, baking, preparing for the Nativity. Glory to God for all things!

Thanksgiving Week Daybook

2009-11-23T09:00:00.000-08:00

Simple Daybook FOR TODAY... Monday

Outside my window... The sun warming up the cool morning. Chairs surrounding our chiminea on the deck, and toys littering the backyard from yesterday. After church we spent the remainder of the day in it's entirety outside, which is my favorite way to spend a Sunday. So, it's a mess out there and that is OK.

I am wearing... Um. Let me get up real quick and then I'll tell you...OK I'm back. I am wearing khaki capris, a gray v-neck t-shirt, a black sweater, and my favorite, most comfortable mary jane/running shoes I found a couple of weeks ago at Marshalls for an unbeatable price that I now wear every day, just about.

I am remembering... That Thursday is Thanksgiving and there is so much cleaning and preparing needed to be done. I'm a procrastinator. Always have been. So here I am daybooking. But I work well under pressure and panic, much to my loved-one's chagrin. Oh and there is so much to be thankful for.

I am going...To clean this house top to bottom. I will even clean and organize my kid's room. I WILL, I WILL, I WILL.

I am reading... Well, I am sort of in between books. On Saturday I finished Scott Cairn's Short Trip to the Edge, which I thoroughly enjoyed. It was beautiful writing about a fascinating and holy place. His style was a breath of fresh air. It reminded me of Anne Lamott stuff, but Orthodox, and much less vulgar. I needed it. I'm contemplating what to read next. Since we are in the Nativity Fast right now, I am thinking of reading a life of a saint. I really haven't read many at all - any suggestions?

For the kids, I am reading Farmer Boy aloud. We tried it last year but Hannah seemed so uninterested, but a couple different friends mentioned it and I thought I'd give it a go again. I am glad we did because she is loving it -but keeps asking me when we get to the part Almanzo and Laura get married.

Also this is our favorite Thanksgiving book. So cute!

I am hoping... to get all our Christmas gifting and plans figured out. Last year Jason and I made cutting boards with wood burned embellishments that we were happy with. I think we have a good plan for this year too, it's just those details. Jason and I laughed about the fact that I always come up with the ideas, but he ends up doing most of the work. Sure glad he doesn't mind and has a good sense of humor! He's so long-suffering.

On my mind... Keeping us all healthy. Vitamins! Hand washing! Fresh air! Sunshine! Exercise! Less sugar! Keeping our distance from sick people! I even have chicken broth in my freezer I made before the fast for just in case. Canned broth is so gross and just not the same.

From the learning rooms... Reading, reading, reading. And my kids have gone dinosaur crazy.

Noticing that...Not eating meat for the week has made me much more even-tempered. I'm finding I have an abundance (for me anyway) of patience since the Nativity fast began.

Pondering these words... "As I must have suggested by now, over the years since I left home for college, salvation itself has come to mean something larger to me, fuller, more substantial, and more immediate than, say, the commonplace version of a personal, late-hour reprieve from execution, or my dodging a stint in Gehenna. For the Orthodox, salvation, or "being saved," indicates a process rather than a moment. It is a process of being redeemed from separation from God, both now and later. It has very little to do with the popular notion of "going to heaven." The Orthodox have insisted, from their earliest canons on the matter, that salvation belongs to all humankind, not just to members of the Orthodox Church. Of course, they also insist that the most trustworthy road to participation in the saving life of God is revealed in the traditional teaching of that church." From Short Trip to the Edge.

From the kitchen... Today it will be bean & rice burritos for dinner.

Around the house... Pumpkins, clothes piles, dust bunnies, little blond kids.

One of my favorite things~ A clean kitchen sink. I'm glad I cleaned the kitchen last night.

From my picture journal...

Mr. Phil is so much fun. Can you tell by his dirty mouth that he tries to eat everything?Yes, I've forgiven Jason for this one: The only picture I have of the girls of the church after being blessed for the Feast of the Presentation of the Theotokos. Our little Hannah and sweet goddaughter Madeleine. Happy Feast!

This day also happened to have been very special because my grandparents celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. Many Years, indeed!

Music to My Ears

2009-11-04T20:17:00.000-08:00

James at Jason's godparent's back-house on All Hallows Eve

I love hearing kids playing, to hear the funny/quirky/ridiculous things they say.

Like when Hannah says these words: Ridiclious. Loojally.

And when she uses them in a sentence: "I don't loojally look so ridiclious!"

James still calls his baby brother Phillip "Phoot."

"Oh dood mowning, Phoot. Nice to meetchya!"

I love how they belt out random pieces of the Divine Liturgy at any given moment.

Hannah has entirely memorized the Trisagion Prayers.

James starts us off with "In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit."

Truthfully it sounds more like, "Fodder, Son, Hody Spit."

I say Amen. Hannah does the rest up to the Troparia of the Holy Trinity.

Phillip makes endearing baby squawks.

Music to my ears - no better way to start or end the day.

Glory to thee, our God, glory to thee.

O heavenly King, O Comforter, the Spirit of Truth, who art in all places and fillest all things; Treasury of good things and Giver of life: Come and dwell in us, and cleanse us from every stain, and save our souls, O gracious Lord.

Holy God, Holy Mighty, Holy Immortal: have mercy on us. x3

Glory to the Father and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit: now and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.

All-holy Trinity, have mercy on us. Lord, cleanse us from our sins. Master, pardon our iniquities. Holy God, visit and heal our infirmities for thy Name's sake.

Lord have mercy. x3

Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit: now and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom, and the power and the glory of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit: now and ever unto the ages of ages. Amen.

Simple Woman

2009-10-12T13:48:00.000-07:00

Daybook

For Today...Monday

Outside my window...A cool, grey day is outside as well as my across the street neighbor's booties as they bend over to plant some bright yellow and red mums. It's kind of cute and I think a picture of them would make a delightful and humorous Autumnal greeting card. It could say "Happy Bottom " instead of Autumn. Or something like that.

I am thinking...About a friend's dad who passed away a couple nights ago - May his memory be eternal!

And - That the sleepy time tea I gave my kids did not work. They are bouncing off the walls. Literally. Bouncing.

I am thankful for...Hannah cleaning her room beautifully today, and not complaining, and even making her brother's bed for him. It's nice to look at that corner of the house and not be overwhelmed by it. I know I'm probably going to open a closet door or a drawer and find everything stuffed in there, but still.

From the learning rooms...Fun spelling drills on a white board, a reading game, introduction to reading words with -y endings, a field trip to a local, organic farm (so long as it doesn't rain), not reacting in anger (for all of us) and memorizing bible verses, poetry, and prayers.

From the kitchen...There's a chicken being roasted in my oven as we speak. It smells delicious. A trick I've learned to get very moist chicken is to stick celery into the cavity. Works every time. We will enjoy it tonight with roasted butternut squash, cheddar biscuits (although I've been planning on making these every week for three weeks, and still have not made them, so I'm not completely sure if I'll do them tonight, and some mixed green salad with a balsamic dressing. Tomorrow the bird will make us some Mexican Tortilla Soup.

I am wearing...Brown gauchos from three years ago, a thrifted turquoise hoody that someone bought from Nordstrom, and slippers.

I am creating...Dinner. Lesson plans. A blog post. I have a very small desire to break out knitting needles but I know it will end badly with frustration and nothing to show for it but a crooked scarf, so naaaah.

I am going...Absolutely nowhere today.

I am reading...Emma. I'm halfway through. This made me grin, "The weather soon improved enough for those to move who must move; and Mr. Woodhouse having, as usual, tried to persuade his daughter so stay behind with all her children, was obliged to see the whole party set off, and return to his lamentations over the destiny of poor Isabella; -which poor Isabella, passing her life with those she doted on, full of their merits, blind to their faults, and always innocently busy, might have been a model of right feminine happiness."

I am hoping...my kid's mildly snuffly noses stay that way or just go away! Otherwise tomorrow's chicken soup will be coming right on time.

I am hearing...kids playing, dumping out toys.

Around the house...The front room is a complete disaster, the kitchen is OK, but if I don't get off here soon and unload the dishwasher it will turn into a mess very soon.

One of my favorite things...All the kids were in bed with me this morning. It was the epitome cozy, and what better way to start an overcast, relatively cold morning when there was no where to be and no one to see?

A few plans for the rest of the week: Playdates, a farm, no shopping (because my dear mom came over Friday and watched the kids for me while I got it done - Thanks again!), some church,

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

My Phillip. He is growing so big, and sweet. He pulls himself up and crawls swiftly, following me and his siblings around. We adore him. Slow down Philly. Can't you stay a baby a little longer? Even the all night nursing is tolerable because I know it won't last forever. Soon you'll be a little boy like James, tackling us, eating your boogers, torturing your sister, and mimicking your dad. We love you, you big, fat baby boy.

SLO + More Vacation Part II

2009-09-24T19:43:00.000-07:00

We headed down the 101 to slowly make our way home. We randomly decided to go to San Luis Obispo, and found it to be very pretty, though filled with overly-excited students having their first taste of life without parental supervision. We had to divert our kid's attention away from scenes in this little town more than in San Francisco! We enjoyed a bigger hotel there, some swimming, a visit to a very nice parish with such beautiful, hospitable people, and exploring the creek, and window shopping. A little creek that was fun to explore.

Jason took this one on a bridge just above us.

Inside the Mission San Luis Obispo.

Just outside the Mission, at Chumash Indian Memorial Fountain.

Hannah took this picture just before leaving for Santa Barbara. This was our hotel balcony. There was another little creek there too.

A couple hours drive south, we were at Santa Barbara. We hung out at the beach for just a couple hours. James was less than thrilled (he and his dad are underwhelmed by the beach) but Hannah, Phillip, and I like it just fine! We got our fill and then drove to St. Barbara's Monastery for our last night away.

Off in the distance are Jason and James "wooking" on a project. James is a very good "wooker" and after a week of being idle, he was thrilled to be useful again. Just above the greenery in that photo, you can see Thomas Aquinas College. They have a gorgeous new chapel that has recently been built there.

This one is a lover of fun. Apples don't fall far from the tree. The monastery is such a lovely place to visit with kids. Matins on Monday morning as the sun rose and began drenching the room with light was such a treat. The kids squirmed a little, but it was OK. The nuns are very tolerant and helpful.

An unimpressive shot, but I stared at this butterfly for a good while as she helped herself to some flower nectar.

Phillip was such a gem on this trip. He really hung in there with all the driving around. What a joy he is! And I cannot recommend Ergo carriers enough. If your babies get fat like mine, you need one. It has changed my life. I am not joking, people.

Overall, it was a fun but not relaxing trip. I hope we'll have more. The most stressful moments occurred driving at times when the kids were getting antsy/whiny/belligerent right as we were looking for a street or we were being annoyed by a lousy driver on the road. Jason and I said our favorite Kenneth quote to lighten ourselves up. There are probably more holy things to say, but this always made us laugh. My gift to you. It's better than a San Francisco shot glass right?

"Pack your bags, honey!" Part 1 of S Family Vacation

2009-09-23T16:34:00.001-07:00

We have returned from a very last minute but wonderful family vacation. This trip was planned for October but Jason's work will be too busy by then, so his boss gave him the go-ahead to take off, like, the very next day for a week. So I got the call while I was at the park, got home to do about 5 loads of laundry, pack the bags, clean the house, and inform our neighbors and family. We left the next day (which was really the middle of the night) at 3am and carried our little darlings to their car seats and drove North. Shortly after noon, by aide of swift driving, some Wind in the Willows on cd, soundtracks to our kids favorite musicals, singing with ridiculous hand motions, and a few stops for a certain two year old to poop in his little potty on the side of the I-5, WE WERE HERE:

Where can you smell the sea lion's a mile away and laugh at there dog-like antics?
That's San Francisco, in case you're like me and don't get out much. We were excited, to say the least. A whole week to be with daddy, to make memories, to annoy each other in small hotel rooms, and then to swoon over each other while sipping Ghirardelli hot cocoa. We hurt our necks gazing at redwoods, and relished being corny tourists giddy while driving across the Golden Gate Bridge. The city was absolutely beautiful.

Our favorite things there:

Ghirardelli treats.

Golden Gate Park

Chinese food in China Town

Shopping in China Town

Huge bridges

Muir Woods

Fisherman's Wharf - especially getting bread bowls with fresh clam chowder

Easy public transit

How everything looks cool there. Even the gum spots on the streets look like they are just adding character.

Holy Virgin Cathedral and Holy St. John the Wonderworker

It was rather adventurous, traveling up and down the city with little ones. We found the town to be friendly and clean. I made a nice friend at the park one day - a local grandma who takes care of her grandson. She gave us a tour of an Aids memorial area of the park, where we went on a rugged walk amongst a redwood grove, pushing our double stroller to the limit. It was such a gorgeous day with perfect weather.

Everywhere we went we had friendly and helpful locals happy to give us some tips and directions. I wasn't sure how family-friendly the town was going to be, but it was great! The most personally upsetting thing I saw were the ads on every other bus by an atheist group with "Imagine No Religion" in large churchy writing. It made me a little sad, but whatever, it's a free country. Although, I do remember vaguely hearing about this guy Lenin, who had a similar vision. I'm sure if you ask people who lived through the Soviet Union, they'll tell you it was loads of fun and was so perfect and ideal. Anyway. There was a huge pro-life banner near our hotel on Lombard St., and that made me smile. I'm always ready to rejoice over some light.

On Friday, we went to Vespers at the Cathedral. It was so special to be there to pray to God (even in Russian, we could get a sense of the service, and of what was being prayed) and to venerate a much loved saint who is so special to our family. It's his lamp oil I smooth over my children's foreheads when they are ill, and his icon that accompanies a sick child to bed. I sense his intercessions for us on a regular basis. The prayers of this righteous man are very effective. Holy Saint John, pray to God for us!

After three nights, we were ready to leave our ho-hum motel and say goodbye to SF. We decided to follow my friend Jamie's advice, and got a suite. We set off next for San Luis Obispo for less hustle bustle and more time to relax.

And btw, dear Erin, we thought of you way too late in our stay...and shame on us for not somehow trying to get a hold of you and buying you a beer. I make a metanoia before you and blame my scatter-brainedness on traveling with three small children. Sorry.

Tiny Bit

2009-09-03T18:55:00.000-07:00

"Tiny bit" is something James likes to say. So in order to move my last blog down, here is a tiny bit of happenings and goofy things bouncing around my mind.

-Hannah said today, while planning her birthday when she is a much older girl, like her Auntie who just turned 15, that she would like to have a party with boys and girls at a park. She will make a Thundercake with strawberries, have a bowl full of candies that the kids can grab - GET THIS...Any time they want. And they will play games that older kids like to play like I Can Do That, because that is a good family game. Also, she thinks they would like to play flashcards. Jason and I can come too. I love that girl.

-Today James was such a crybaby. This very cute little boy who is smaller and younger than James was in a rambunctious mood and kept pushing James. My son kept going WAAA WAA WAAA the whole time at the kid's museum. He was tired so I think it made him have a short rope today, but geesh. So I told Jason about it and he made James practice saying, "Hey! Don't push me." And then James cracked up and said, "Hey. No puh Names." And then his daddy told him to say it mean. Then James growled a very loud growly-bear growl, and said, "MEAN!" He he.

-Phillip is working on a couple of teeth. He has two already which are so adorable. We call him snaggle tooth or hippopotamus, because they look like hippo teeth since one is on the top and the other is on the bottom. He's fat and cute, and everything I love in babies. Last night he was sitting up on the floor while James' class was doing a craft. Our Presbytera (priest's wife) asked if he ever fell backwards and I was all, "Well, he hasn't in a while, so I'm sorta holding my breath here while I help this kid, but I think he's good..." and so I ended up sitting down next to Phil to make sure he didn't. But shortly thereafter he did, while I was right next to him. And it was pretty hard, poor guy. He cried, I nursed, then we were both OK. That kind of stuff always happens to me.

-One day when we were visiting some friends, I told them proudly that I potty-trained James. He shortly thereafter peed all over their carpet. Wonderful.

-We've got lots of tomatoes and chili peppers. I foresee lots of hot salsa this Labor Day weekend.

-It's getting a little darker in the evenings, which makes bedtime for my kids easier, which reminds me it's about that time.

Have a good weekend!

Flow

2009-08-26T11:54:00.000-07:00

Last week, we officially started school. Home school, that is. Two weeks ago the public schools around here started, and I thought that once I saw the busses around our neighborhood, saw the swarm of cars dropping off and picking up at the designated times at the elementary school, that I'd feel, at best, weird.

But it wasn't. And it isn't. We're just doing a little schooling. But it's fun and easy and fits right in with the flow of living. Sometimes the brothers bug us, but it's cool. We take care of what we have to do, and then continue on. Hannah seems to be blossoming since we've started some concrete lesson time. She's so excited to read a three letter word, she can barely contain herself. And I can barely contain my joy at getting to do it all with her. I don't feel like I want her out of my hair, at least not most of the time. And for that there's "Quiet Time."

The other day at the park, I watched her playing with her friends, imagining stuff up and acting it out, getting into little spats, and then making up, creating cozy houses out of grass and dirt, and my heart was full. She's got great friends. Friends whose parent's I KNOW and TRUST. Parent's that are MY friends too. I know who she sits by everyday. Me. And her brothers. And more often than you'd think, her homeschool buddies! Her church pals! Her grandparents! Her godmother! It made me think of this book I've been reading.

It probably won't be super duper fantastic fun every day, day in and day out. I know that. But it's the right thing for us right now. It's do-able and fulfilling. It's kind of exciting!

So here's what life with two wee ones, and homeschool kindergartener on a day we stay home looks like:

Wake up.

Make beds.

Tidy up.

Get dressed.

Pray.

Eat breakfast.

Clean up after ourselves.

Chores. (Like watering the garden, laundry, etc.)

Play. (Outside, mostly.)

Lesson Time. Phonics, Bible, Math, Lesson book* activities.

Snack.

Play.

Read books.

Prepare lunch.

Pray.

Eat lunch.

Find It Prayers

2009-08-19T12:00:00.001-07:00

The kids and I took a delightful walk this late morning. Hannah walked and helped push the boys in the double stroller. We walked by this quaint little shop that has a lawn and some picnic benches and roses to smell, and asked the nice ladies that worked there if it would be ok if we ran around and explored some time. They said sure, it could be our own private park, any time. I said, "Thanks! We live just a couple blocks away and there isn't really a park close enough to walk to, so that would be great." We were having such a great morning. We slept in a little, I savored a cup of coffee, Hannah and I had a stellar phonics lesson, we sang some pretty silly songs together, and then decided we'd enjoy the cooler weather and take a stroll. I had put my cell phone down on the kids snack tray only for a moment. Well it was only supposed to be a moment. But I think I forgot to take it off. I know I forgot to stick it in the pocket that it was intended to go in with my keys. My keys were there. But where is my phone? Did a little two year old boy decide to chuck it into some bushes? We re-traced our steps. Hannah and I scanned the ground, feeling hot and tired, because the walked ended up being twice as long, and found nothing. I'm not even sure where our land line phone is or what to do now, besides wait for J to come home, and then call our phone provider to cancel service before some one bad finds it and decides to call their long-lost friends in Europe or Mexico. It'd be better if a car ran it over. My imagination is getting the best of me, as you can see. If you don't mind, I'd appreciate some prayers. I'm aware that in the scheme of things, this means nothing, but I'm a weak soul. Thanks. If you need to get a hold of me...Email me. Or call J. :)

Simple Woman

2009-08-14T14:12:00.000-07:00

Daybook FOR TODAY, Fri. Aug. 14

Outside my window...Is a bright sky with trees dancing ever so softly to the otherwise barely noticeable breeze.

I am thinking...About a few things, actually:

Homeschooling stuff. We're going to officially start kindergarten next week. At the recommendation from my dear priest, I'm mostly using this book as a guide, and am for now using Phonics Pathways for my budding reader, and am still hemming and hawing over math curriculum. I want something with lots of tangible aids like manipulatives. While I make up my mind, lots of games with dry beans and noodles will have to do. And I keep reminding myself, that it's just kindergarten, for crying out loud. And right now, if dear Hannah was with the public school kids, they'd be learning the alphabet.

I'm also thinking about tomorrow, which is the day the Church celebrates the Dormition of the Most Holy Theotokos. And a very special some one's name day!

I am thankful for...a fun visit with friends today, that swim lessons are over for the summer, that ballet class will begin again, the two year old is potty trained (YIPPEE!), for a dear husband, a [very] cozy house, and healthy little ones (not really in any particular order).

From the learning rooms...Well, I think I about covered it above, but, we are learning to read, learning to share and use our words, and learning to sit up - each child from oldest to youngest respectively.

From the kitchen...Tonight it's boring ole' pasta and marinara.

I am wearing...Some jean capris and a turquoise top. And as usual, my hair is in a pony tail.

I am creating...Some silly little sketches with watercolor pencils just for fun.

I am going...To church tomorrow morning, and after we are having what is described on our church website as a "festive breakfast" to break the fast after Liturgy. How fun!

I am reading...Rasputin's Daughter by Robert Alexander, 100 Top Picks for Homeschool Curriculum, and On the Incarnation by Saint Athanasius (with a very wonderful forward by C.S. Lewis).

I am hoping...For this summer to continue to stay as mild as it has been. And for a wonderful weekend.

I am hearing...Hannah doodling on the magnadoodle, the hum of A/C, and funny baby noises.

Around the house...Coloring books, blankets, a few toys , but a mostly tidy space.

One of my favorite things...a nice cold glass of Kombucha Wonder Drink while James has a marathon nap.

A few plans for the rest of the week: Grocery shopping. Last week J and I went together and got a ton of stuff after planning out the week. Our goal was to not have to go shopping all week. And we did it. I LOVED not having to drag the kids to the store this week, not even once. Also, we have a birthday party to go to, and on Sunday a visit from my father in law for some bbq. And it will soon be my my dear mom's birthday!

Here is picture thought I am sharing...

Sure wish I didn't cut his head off in this one. But, boy oh boy, is he just a tub-o-love!

Never Under Estimate...

2009-07-25T15:09:00.000-07:00

A Sanity-Saving Trip to Ikea.

We filled up the van with all the cheap, Swedish goodness we could buy with a good conscience, including that rug which we got in the As-Is section for more than 50% off. I still can't find what is wrong with it. Go us! And we finally broke down and bought the kiddos a children's table. We figured, you know, we have three now, so...anyway.

And above is a random picture of Phillip because, well, why not? He's been diggin' the exersaucer that my grandma bought for Hannah. So again, more third-child goodness. He loves to hangout in the backyard in there while we water. And do you see behind him the car in the background? We are de-cluttering. That sucker is for sale. It's been good to us, Lord knows. I hope she never gets stolen again. Goodbye Rhonda Honda! I'll always love you...

And here you have what you can get at a thrift store for ten bucks, providing endless entertainment for the fam. James and I put the puzzle together. The Sunset books are perfect for help with our gardening endeavors and I just love Sunset. Ever since I can remember, my parents have had a subscription to the magazine. And that other book, Everybody Needs a Rock, is just a gem. Here's what you do if you want your kids to leave you alone for five minutes so you can fold some laundry and refill your husband's depleted sock drawer:

Read the book.

Tell your kids to go outside and find their very own special rock.

Refill sock drawer. You rock.

Now, go to Ikea, if you can. If not, at least you can tell your kids to go rock hunting.

Life!

2009-07-16T14:52:00.000-07:00

It's mid-July isn't it? Hannah's been swimming every morning at her lessons and I think our goal of having her swimming this summer is about 80% attained. She has her last lesson tomorrow and after two weeks of having to be somewhere everyday, I feel like I just found a routine. And that routine didn't involve much blogging. So here's what we've been up to the last month or so.

In June, when the weather was beautiful and mild, Jason and I attended his uncle's wedding. It was on a harbor cruise in Long Beach. Phillip got to come along for the ride. It was a "Hawaiian Attire" affair and Jason went to thrift store and found this shirt, which if you know that my husband wears a gray shirt pretty much everyday, this would make you chuckle. It ended up being a fine purchase because just a month later we had another party to go to with the same theme. My dress happened to be thrifty as well because I've owned it for at least 8 years, which is amazing because I bought it at one of those cheap teeny bopper stores, and I am stunned it hasn't fallen apart after all this time. Hooray for being frugal!
Friday nights have recently been designated S Family Game Night. H has lots and lots of games, and so often she'll ask to play and J and I are busy doing something else, or we just plain don't feel like it. In an effort to not be boring parents who are always putting stuff like that off, we have started this tradition and it's been really fun. The kids really look forward to it.
For the 4th we stuck close to home and walked to the parade our city has in the morning. They were so excited to wave their flags.

Here are J, Phillip, and my pop.

Phil is getting to be so jolly (and tubby). He makes us all swoon when he smiles.

We've got loads to be thankful for. The past several weeks we've been on a roller coaster ride with ideas and schemes of trying to move, not move, add on, not add on, and on an on. Be glad I spared you all of that on this blog. If you are my real-life friend, sorry I didn't, and please forgive me. For now, we are staying put and making do, and being grateful for what we have. I just read this passage in Molly Sabourin's book Close to Home:

It's nuts around here-I've had four hours of sleep, the children are all bickering, no one is pleased about my dinner plans, and there is a fork in the road, two paths to choose from: resentment or the illogical thankfulness found only in relation to the Kingdom of heaven. Spiritually, emotionally, physically stay in the thick of it, and find Christ-designing the daily ups and downs that will most effectively strip me of the longing to be anywhere but in His presence. It's not always pretty, but today I'll take authentic purpose over fleeting glamour, and pray tomorrow for the strength to do the same.

Been there? I'm having a beautiful day so far, but these days do come. I'm going to strive for the thankful road myself and be at peace.

God bless you and thanks for reading my blog!

8 Summer Things

2009-06-18T11:52:00.000-07:00

1. Today the sun gave us a warning. It said it's back after all the cool days we've had and will begin to beat on us relentlessly for the remainder of the Spring and Summer and half of the Fall. The accompanying breeze today was lovely while it lasted.

2. This summer, we've got a salsa garden. We planted lots of tomatoes, some serranos, some anchos, and jalapenos. We had poor luck with cilantro last year so we didn't bother this time. The tomatoes are getting bigger and are a bright green with golden fuzz. I can't wait to slice them up and eat them warm from the garden with just a bit of salt.

3. Yesterday I tried on a maxi dress - see below. I looked ridiculous in it. And scandalous (thanks, Maria for the word that described it perfectly). And I will never try one on again. I could be way off on this but I think they must be for very tall, thin young women with small chests, or if they have large chests they don't mind looking scandalous.

4. My goals for summer: Hannah to be able to swim - lessons have been planned. James potty-learned - a little white potty is in my bathroom. Me - to read Scripture everyday. I've always been so hit and miss, reading much at a time and then almost none at all. Morning and evening prayers have become habitual, but I have a tendency to skip the daily readings and keep thinking I can get to them later once I get busy. I have made up my mind so I WILL make time for it. My priest once told me during Confession that praying but not reading is like having a relationship with someone that you constantly talk but do no listening. I don't want to be like that...especially with God! Lord have mercy.

5. I've been toying with the idea of chopping my hair off and sending it to Locks of Love. But I'm so torn because once I have short hair, I really have to do it every day or it poofs up and I look like a marshmallow head. My hair, though long, is very easy to deal with right now. I'm just hating it the most at night. It gets caught beneath my shoulder and I have to yank it out when I roll over.

6. Phillip is the cutest little rolly poly baby right now. He's fat just like the other two were at his age. He's full of big grins and lets everyone hold him and I do think he's rather therapeutic. I'm diggin on the oxytocin bursts he supplies me. Oh the love!

7. James is super cool. He's the funniest, most charming young fellow I've ever met. He's talking lots and still wakes me up for "Dodurt!" in the morning and thinks his brother, "Phoot cute". Yes he calls Phillip cute. He fights over toys with Hannah, likes to work around the house copying the antics of his daddy, and probably makes me laugh the most out of anybody in this world. And he's also terribly pious. He plays priest regularly (in case you haven't seen it already.)

8. Hannah is like rocky road ice cream. She may be as sweet as little girls can be, but she displays many of her mother's weaknesses and flaws. All my eye rolling and attitude has been passed down, unfortunately. However, she is extremely caring and sensitive. If someone is hurt, she is pained as well. She's bright and loves to be read to and to practice reading and writing. She spends her days on puzzles, drawing and coloring, making villages for fairies in the back yard, practicing ballet, dressing up and coming up with scenarios for us all to play along with her. She's also a big helper and will sit and entertain Phillip gently and with love. He looks at her with his bright eyes and I can see he adores her as he dances his limbs to her voice. I love how she can focus on something and practice it over and over again. She is much slower to become frustrated and quit than I am. I'm so glad to have a daughter, even when there is more drama involved than I have patience for. The two of us are on a little journey together as we both learn how to not flip out on each other. Her soft little face with her full cheeks and big blue eyes and all their dark-lashed fanfare brighten my days.

Simple Woman

2009-06-13T08:34:00.000-07:00

Daybook for today

Outside my window...a very june-gloomy day. this has been the coolest june i can remember. it's been very nice and i'm trying to remind myself that it won't last and that we will roasting in just a couple of weeks.

I am thinking... i need to sign up H for swimming lessons

I am thankful for...making it to the gas station yesterday. i'm such a knucklehead - the evening before jason reminded me to get some gas in the morning because the tank was very low (i hadn't even noticed it driving home from a friend's bday party. anyhow i completely forgot the next morning and instead of driving straight away to the gas station i went to drop off some mail at the post office when DING! gaslight came on and i noticed the van suddenly not driving as well. after some slow driving and many ardent "Lord have mercy's" we made it. i was probably panicking way too much but it made very nervous, and jason would have not been very happy with me as he had already gave me a little "talk" about how it's really bad for the engine to be driven around like that. sigh. must remember to put on my brain before i leave the house.

From the learning rooms...breaking bad habits like falling on the floor when one is told she cannot do something she wants to do, or to do something she doesn't want to do. also, not being grabby. my two older ones really need to get that one down. also, hannah has been practicing writing by copying dictation from this fantabulous orthodox website. what a resource!

From the kitchen...this morning was sausage, eggs, and sweet sweet strawberries. tonight will be lasagna, caesar salad, garlic bread, and brownies for dessert.

I am wearing...my jammies and slippers. cozy.

I am creating...well nothing. i'm thinking about creating something. i just don't know what. i've really been feeling like doing something creative, but i'm not sure what direction i want to go. i need something simple. like for dummies.

I am going...to enjoy putting on clean sheets on our beds today. to help jason clean out our office area that has gotten so out of control. i hate paper piles. (and I know i sort of cultivate them, but this time i really think most of the mess is jason's, so there, mom) :)

I am reading...Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, (thanks again mimi) which I have just started. also, i've been thumbing through Basic Montessori by David Gettman. i like the idea of montessori, but i'm not sure it will be very practical in a small home setting.

I am hoping...to get lots of laundry done today and have some time to read.

I am hearing...colored pencils being shuffled, and the sound of scissors snipping (james' new favorite pastime is snipping away at paper).

Around the house...it's pretty tidy (for us, anyway), just have a big laundry pile.

One of my favorite things...is little phillip sleeping in his cosleeper soundly. i turn a little fan on for white noise and the big kid's intermittent noises or screams don't seem to phase him.

A few plans for the rest of the week: well the week is over today. but church tomorrow, coffee hour, coming home to relax and hang with J before the work week starts all over again.

Here is picture thought I am sharing...

this was shortly after phil was born. i just love the comparison of this picture and the one on the last post. no new pics today since J has the camera with him. darnit!

last days of may [thank goodness]

2009-05-27T13:58:00.001-07:00

Oy, what a month May is. The weather is mostly perfect with some more perfect. But oh, this was a fantastically busy month. On top of our car issues here is a list of the happenings that happened to have happened this May:

a couple of handfuls of family and friend's birthdays

james turned two

uncle jeff turned 22

phillip got baptised

our priest's daughter got baptised

finished two books, the latest was this - i loved it and recommend it highly.

hannah earned a bowl full of fish for good behaviour

jason re tiled our one and only shower - that was interesting as the project got started, then postponed for a week.

jason and i celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary...woohoo!

baby showers

new babies born to friends....hurrah!

phillip suddenly got huge and is dipping into his bro's diaper stash

and more and more life

Overall, May was a beautiful month, just a little more busy than the S Family prefers. You know, we have introvert tendencies!

Today we're getting ready for the Feast of the Ascension of Our Lord. Joyous Feast!

see? he's enormous.the girl did this on memorial day, which turned out to be a nice day after all despite her having not looked forward to it. on sunday night we informed that "tomorrow is a holiday! daddy will be home!" she asked with suspicion, "what holiday?" jason said "memorial day." Her response was, "OH NO! NOT DIMMORIAL DAY!"

but it turned out that bbq chicken, corn on the cob, a filled up kiddie pool, riding a bike she finally grew into (a year later) and a visit from grandparents made the day tolerable after all.

Simple Woman

2009-05-21T14:45:00.000-07:00

Daybook FOR TODAY (Thursday - May 21)

Outside my window...a sunny, hot day; a morning glory vine has taken over much of the patio (I don't mind)

I am thinking...about this film. I want to see it.

I am thankful for...a really great family. They are so kind and generous.

From the learning rooms...learning about the months and seasons of the year. Hannah is making a little calendar and drawing pictures for each month. For instance, she drew a picture of James for the month of May, since that is his birthday month.

From the kitchen...easy crispy chicken sandwiches, asparagus and salad for dinner tonight. And I do believe a little mint chip ice cream for dessert will do.

I am wearing...a jean skirt and a green t-shirt. Hannah did my hair this morning so I have a little orange flower barrette in my hair.

I am creating...er, this blog post. :P

I am going...to Mr. Clark's darling wife's baby shower on Saturday. Yay!

I am reading...Jane Eyre. I'm almost done with it and am relishing the last few chapters. Another great classic that I missed in high school because I was too busy not doing my homework and rotting my brain watching MTV.

I am hoping...we have no more car troubles for a while. I won't get into it and give you a list, but it's seriously been one thing after another. Sheesh!

I am hearing...The hum of a fan, Hannah's loud footsteps as she hops about the living room in

her socks, and cute little baby sounds as Phillip goes to sleep nursing. It's more quiet than normal due to the sleeping James.

Around the house...vacuumed floors, laundry to be folded, an (almost) tidy children's room, but a messy kitchen about to get my attention.

One of my favorite things...Hannah when she gets excited. She's looking forward to spending the night with her grandparents on Friday night. Never do I see a sweeter smile than when she has something to look forward too. She just said, "I totally forgot I am going to spend the night tomorrow!"

A few plans for the rest of the week...a little shopping, baby shower.

Here is picture thought I am sharing...

Doesn't that look fun? Oh to be a kid on warm spring day!

Children are the best Christians

2009-05-15T12:18:00.001-07:00

Last week our little commuter car was stolen in front of our house. We got it back (though it was roughed up a bit and some things were stolen) but while we were dealing with the police and insurance I told Hannah what had happened. She was rightly upset by the incident and said "that wasn't very nice of those people to take our car!" I agreed and told her it was pretty awful and I was feeling rather put out about it at the time. But then she said this: "We should pray for them to be good." I felt a lump in my throat and told her shewas right. For a moment I shifted my thinking, and I could see the thief's soul, perhaps tormented and tempted by demons, or full of addictions, so oppressed by his own sins. Just like me. We've been trying to remember our "thief" or "thieves" in our prayers. I hope they are ok.

Thank God for our little girl who we teach many things to, but mostly she teaches us.

"But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you..." St. Matthew 5:44

kids in the cabbage patch; not cabbage patch kids

2009-05-08T12:38:00.000-07:00

a morning-time chore. i tell her it's part of school so she'll do it.this one will accept any task if he can play with water:

getting them to do my work: not bad on an 80 degree morning.

cabbage! the late-bloomer of our winter garden.
this one likes to dream away the morning:

Tinted Windows

2009-04-29T12:56:00.000-07:00

Today we went to the library. As soon as I parked our van, I went to the back of it to nurse Phillip before we went in. We've strategically collapsed one of the middle seats so there is lots of space and it's like a little room on wheels. I have not yet counted all the ways that I love my van. But most assuredly, I LOVE my van. And it's not that it's particularly fancy (though it does have some bells and whistles), it's not brand new, but it suits my needs perfectly and when I drive it I feel happy and thankful and I think it drives really great too! I could go on, really. One perk is that it has tinted windows, which I've never had (except on Jason's truck but that doesn't count.) I thought the major advantage to tinted windows was the shade on the kid's faces, and a slightly cooler car during the half of the year that the sun blasts us all with it's fierce, unrelenting heat. But today as I sat and nursed Phil, and joked around with the kids I was treated with something quite different. So you know, when I sit on the "floor" of the van my head is quite low, and it is altogether possible someone may see my children and not me, and become a concerned Samaritan, and take a closer look upon the inside of our van to confirm or to rest their suspicions. That would be awkward. So I often think about the kind of expressions I would make if that were to happen. Would I give a disarming smile and little wave? Or would I grimace and say, "Get the heck away from my van!" Because you never know what exactly you would do in these instances. It all depends on so many variations of how it could happen. If it was an innocent looking grandma type, or some strange man who looked like a perv, my reactions would be different. Back to my story though, as I sat, a car drove up right next to ours on the passenger side. Oh rats, I thought. A thirty something woman walks out with three men who all were either down syndrome or some other form of special needs. She was obviously a guardian or care giver of some sort taking them on an outing. I tell the kids to be still for a minute to avoid the aforementioned scenario from taking place but too late! The woman walks purposefully closer to my van, comes closer, closer to the window. I feel that she's about to press her nose to it. I look into her eyes and decide upon the the disarming smile and little wave. I keep doing it. It seems to last forever.

And then she fixes her hair. My eyes widen as I realize she doesn't see me, or us! I fight back a snort of a laugh. Her companions are oblivious to anything going on. I continue to look right into her eyes. She fixes her hat. She primps her make up, examines her entire face. She all but flosses. She ends our session with a smile of satisfaction, gathers her charges, and helps one of them light up a cigarette. Hannah and James have perplexed looks while I contemplate how bizarre that moment was in which the tables turned. I had thought my space was about to be (innocently as it was) in a sense violated. But I ended up feeling the violator as I stole this woman's moment of privacy, as she peered into a "mirror"of my tinted windows, hilarious as it was.

"TV PARTY TONIGHT! TV PARTY TONIGHT!"

2009-04-24T16:57:00.000-07:00

Remember that old Black Flag song? Jason and I sing it on occasion. You can easilly find a silly video on youtube if you so desire to search for it. I deemed it too irreverent for my blog.

But while I type away, my children are being babysat by rented PBS Kids DVDs from the library. They're having their own little TV party. James isn't feeling too great and I can't hold a flailing, grumpy, screaming, crying, almost-two-year-old brute and nurse the iddy biddy widdle precious newbie at the same time. So I gave up and succumbed to the radiant glow and child pacifying abilities of the one-eyed beast.

Jason and I did pretty well on having hardly any tv on during Lent, and I really don't want to allow it to creep back into becoming a regular way of life for us. Jason's mentioned replacing our tv with a fish tank and the little rebel in me sort of loves the idea. But then the mother in me is all, "NOOOO! You mustn't take away my crutch, my ace, my old stand by in my bag-o-tricks! MY PRECIOUS!!!!" Would "here kiddo's, sit here and watch the fishies" induce the same mind-numbing trance? Hmmmm.

Thanks, Therese, for your post that gave me something to post. :)

Joyous Pascha!

2009-04-20T09:48:00.000-07:00

Christ is Risen! Truly He is Risen!

The kids and I are enjoying a bright, Bright Monday morning. It is a warm day and Hannah & James are busying themselves with their Pascha gifts while I put the house back together from a busy week and weekend. Laundry is being tackled, amongst other housekeeping chores while listening to Ancient Faith Radio which is making my heart happy. It hasn't disappointed me at all as it continuously plays all of my most favorite Paschal hymns. My most favorite is this, which is a hymn to the Mother of God:

The Angel cried to the Lady, full of grace:
"Rejoice, O pure Virgin! Again, I say: ‘Rejoice,
your Son is risen from His three days in the tomb!
With Himself He has raised all the dead.’"
Rejoice, O ye people!
Shine, shine, O new Jerusalem!
The glory of the Lord has shone on you.
Exult now, and be glad, O Zion!
Be radiant, O pure Theotokos,
in the Resurrection of your Son!

How beautiful is that? I looked forward to hearing it all year.

And it has been a full year of being a chrismated, communing, confessing Orthodox Christian. A year of falling, and getting back up, of admitting my sins, and finding refuge at the Holy Alter, being nourished by Christ Himself. In hope, I work out my salvation with fear and trembling. Lord have mercy. As I watched 15 people on Holy Saturday come into the Church at the Baptismal Liturgy, I let tears fall down my cheeks, and got a runny nose, seeing them do what I did last year. It's a new birth into a life that is full of struggle, but overflowing with joy if you let it be. I'm full of joy when I don't complain, when I put on a smile even though I don't feel like it, when I do unto others and be a Christian, when I remember that I have put on Christ. "As many of you as have been baptised into Christ have put on Christ."

Yesterday at Agape Vespers, Fr. Josiah reminded us that if Christ had not truly risen from the tomb, we would be in the greatest of despair and a sorry lot. So in faith I say again to you:

Christ is Risen!

Truly He is Risen!

I'm holding on to that, reaching out to touch His robe. God bless you and give you a wonderful Bright Week!

Imagine me whispering this entire post to you:

2009-04-10T13:27:00.000-07:00

Psst. Hi.

My kids are all leaving me alone right now. It's kind of weird. So I thought I'd say hi.

OK. That's all. See you later.

Bye.

What's been keeping me:

2009-03-30T14:22:00.000-07:00

Need I say more? Well, I will...Obviously James found a jar of Vaseline and decided to wash his hair with it along with one of Hannah's baby dolls. We were just about to leave to go shopping when he decided to "spice up" our day.

Churching! We got churched last week on the Sunday of the Veneration of the Cross. It was such a joy to share our churching with Father Josiah's new little girl and his wife, Presbytera Catherine. It's so nice to be back! You can see me on the right with the goofy grin.

A little while ago, Jason had some time off work so we took a short trip to Santa Barbara. Their pier is the freakiest I've ever been on because besides a few of those logs behind us in the picture, the pier has no railing at all. The whole time I thought grimm thoughts of what I would do if I fell in, or the kids fell in, or if there was an earthquake. I'm pretty sure I inherited worry wart genes from my mom. :) I was very happy to get back to the beach where my palms stopped sweating and my heart ceased to try to pump itself out of my chest. Jason thought I was pretty silly.

The highlight of our trip was playing in the sand. That's where Hannah whined the least. We went to their cute little zoo too, but what do you know? The kids are perfectly happy with sand!

Here's Phillip today. He's "Philling out." Get it? Wacka wacka wacka!

Thank God things are good! It's harder to update these days and since I'm not the best multi-tasker, I've been mostly staying away from the computer. The house seems to stay cleaner, the kids seem be behave better and be happier, and I feel more at peace when I'm not glaring at a screen too much. I'm a crappy mom when I'm distracted - and I'm so easily distracted by shiny objects. Children and Lent are so keen at finding our weaknesses. The kiddos are all awake - time to read Chapter 3 of Peter Pan and have a snack involving peanut butter!

God bless you all!

Quick, boring update:

2009-03-04T09:45:00.000-08:00

I have THREE kids. ACK!

No just kidding, well, I do indeed have three kids, but I'm not 100% freaking out - yet.

Phillip is doing fantastic, James is cute as a bug but I have to keep my eyes on him because he has no concept of gentle and will smother his brother with way too hard hugs and kisses. Hannah, in the meantime is soooo booooorrred she is driving us all crazy but we keep her around because she has her sweet moments. She loves to hold little Phillip and play light sabres with James. She's pretty much over having a sister because she likes Phillip so much but she has said a few times that she wishes James was a sister.

My birth story is almost finished, but I'm feeling shy about having it on here, why, I don't know because I certainly haven't been shy in the past. (As you nod and smirk, and say, "yeah, we know.")

Lent has begun, and so far, so good. I'm really looking forward to my Churching with Phillip so I can start going back to church, but I confess, this quiet time has been lovely. Sunday mornings are so relaxing, and a break away from the big kids so I can leisurely stare at my precious baby is pure bliss.

Sorry for the lack of pictures - Jason has the camera with him today. I'll be sure to post some...eventually. As we journey toward Pascha, may you have a blessed and fruitful Lent.

Heavenly

2009-02-17T09:14:00.000-08:00

Nearly a year later...

2009-02-14T19:27:00.000-08:00

A BIRTH STORY:
It was Monday night and I felt like my body was getting ready to go into labor. I had lots and lots of practice contractions. I frantically paced the house thinking about things to do, a hospital bag to pack, and felt slightly irritated that not everyone else (mostly Jason) shared the same urgency. In a moment of clarity I decided to calm down and go to bed. My contractions stopped giving me a few good hours of sleep - little did I know how much I would need it.

I awoke at 1:45 am to some strong and regular contractions. I thought for sure this was it. Jason timed them and they were between 8-10 minutes apart. I was really having to focus and breathe through them. This went on for the rest of the early morning. I called my mom and asked her to come in an hour to pick up the kids and had Jason stay home from work. My mom came as the sun rose, and my labor stalled. This annoyed me greatly. Jason and I went for a chilly morning walk to try to bring my contractions back on. They never fully stopped but would become weaker and with more time in between.

My mom left with the kids, and our doula came over. I started doing chores and stayed busy. Contractions picked up. Our doula Maria mentioned that she thought my body was waiting until the evening again. We talked, played music, a Tegan and Sara cd, to be exact, went for another walk. It was quite enjoyable, actually, as I got to know her better (she goes to my church). We laughed and as I grew tired I rested on the couch. She magic erasered my entire kitchen. We checked heart tones and everything seemed great. I just wanted to get the show on the road. I felt like I spent all day in a "hurry up and wait" mode.

By the late afternoon I had gotten much more uncomfortable. The contractions weren't really like what I experienced with James. If James'birth was a middle distance race, this was starting to feel like long distance. I was swimming the 1650 yd. and hated it. I put my aching body in the shower, and came out and surprising myself, announced that it might be a good idea to head to hospital. I was feeling shaky. Jason and Maria agreed. I was nervous about it because I didn't feel like my labor had the intensity at this point when I went to the hospital with James. I didn't want to be there too early.

Jason and I made the half hour drive with Maria close behind following us. We got to the parking lot and I just sat in the car for a while, knowing that when I went in, I would be there until I gave birth. I'd have to put up with the hospital stuff that I dislike and be on their clock. Maria suggested we walk, but the contractions were getting too hard to deal with and I was craving privacy. I just wanted to get in a room and focus.

We got to L&D, and it was so busy. No. It was slammed. You could see the admission nurse's eyes widen as she mouthed, "OH NO." Way to make me feel welcome! It was actually hilarious and didn't offend me at all. There was no where to go yet, all the rooms were busy, so they asked us to go to the waiting room (it was a zoo in there - no thanks) or basically come back in half an hour or so while they cleaned up a room. We walked around the halls, joked about making the hospital staff nervous by making grunting noises, breathed through contractions, and perused pages of the Farmer's Almanac. In between contractions I was feeling fine and silly. Gotta love hormones.

After about a half hour or so a nurse fetched us and took us into our room. I was so happy to get settled in. I put on goofy robe, got on the bed for just a few minutes to answer some questions, get a strip for the EFM going, get checked. After a CNM checked my cervix she announced that I was at 8 cm. I was thrilled. I thought, Woohoo! I'm gonna have this baby in an hour!" We joked with our nurse and as she was getting ready to give me an IV, I asked if I could just get a hep-lock. The IV with James' birth was the one thing that really bugged me. She was totally cool with it and obliged and then she told us she was about to get off work which made me a little nervous because I liked her, so then we awaited meeting our next nurse. That's always a little scary, because a grumpy nurse can really make things suck for you. But thankfully, we ended up with quite possibly the sweetest, nicest nurse ever named Janice. We let her know we were planning an all natural experience and she was more than supportive. She gave us the green light to get off EFM, walk around and make myself at home. I was beginning to wonder if they read my chart at all and if they knew I was one of those "risky" VBAC moms.

But they did know, because Dr. Super Nice Anesthesiologist came in and just asked if I was allergic to anything and blah blah, and let me know he was only there in the event of an emergency, and that he was aware I was a VBAC. He was very nice and cheerfully went away. The next couple of hours was spent in the bathroom, holding on to the sink, walking around my room, sitting on a birth ball (that Janice offered) and joking between contractions. It was like a homebirth minus the warm tub of water which would have been nice. My contractions were getting stronger but not as intense as I remembered with James. I was beginning to realize that it was because my water still had not broken. Eventually a doctor (OH NO! What are YOU doing here?) came in and asked to check me to see if I had progressed. My own curiosity got the best of me and I gave her the OK. She checked, and I have to say that any time a doctor has checked my cervix, I have to wonder why they don't teach "gentle" in OBGYN med-school. (Sorry if there are any doctors reading this, but seriously!) A nurse or a CNM never has given me a painful exam, but every time a doctor does, WTH?!!! I think she was a little busy (due to the busy night and all) but she was a grumpy girl. She said I was still at an 8 and didn't I want her to do anything? I said no, I'm not ready to "do anything." Then, this is when you realize how imperative it is to have a darn fine doula when you are in a hospital doing the natural childbirth thing: My doula asked, "Well, what station was the baby in when she was last checked. The doc looked it up, and although my cervix hadn't opened more, the baby had moved down two stations. This affirmed me and my body's capability. And the doc shrugged and left in a huff.

Feeling slightly bummed, but not hopeless, I got out of bed and got to work walking around the bathroom, leaning on my beloved sink. By 8 or 9pm I was feeling really tired. I slow danced with Jason, breathing him in, remembering how comforting he was with James' birth, and how he was again this time too. I was fading into myself as time passed, vocalizing and making odd humming noises that sounded like Dory trying to talk to the whale on Finding Nemo. I realized again that it was my bag of waters holding the baby back. I was desperate for it to break, and for my body to release my baby. I was having a particularly hard contraction, and I prayed hard in desperation for the Lord to allow my water to break. Within seconds I felt a trickle of warm water fall to the floor, giving me hope. I was so happy to have it break on its own - well, with divine intervention of course! It ended up being only a small amount of water, and the baby's head was blocking the rest from coming out. I could feel a bulging bag of water there, like a very tough balloon. My contractions were getting stronger, but still, time ticked away, and my endurance was being tested. I tried breaking the rest of my water on my own to no avail, but with my doula's council we decided it would be best to get it broken. My favorite OB came back in, broke the remaining bag and I exhausted, laid in bed for while. I was starting to feel pushy. I think my own fear of pushing was holding me back now. I did not enjoy pushing James out. And now I was right at the end of my labor, in the "rock and a hard place" stage. Some women actually like this part. They describe it as pushing out the pain. I am not so lucky.

So at this time, I pretty much flipped out. I was so tired and done, so in pain, and ready to quit. I wanted Dr. Super Nice Anesthesiologist to come and numb me. But it was too late and I had to face my fear of pushing. I wanted someone to rescue me, but I had to rescue myself. I was flailing my arms, feeling sweat drip from my face, snapping at poor Jason. A woman at the end of labor is stripped down to her barest soul. There I was, a belligerent, cursing, angry woman, upset and resentful that I wasn't having a water birth right now, praying "Lord have mercy." Tears came, and after much wrestling with myself and half-hearted pushing, I looked at my midwife who was sitting there looking at me with peaceful eyes and calmly saying, "Just push and you're gonna have this baby." I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. I could do it. I HAD to do it. I saw the icon of the Mother of God with the same calm eyes. I knew her prayers were with me. She loves me. Her son loves me and created me. I beared down and in a few minutes, after some strong pushes the baby was coming out. I felt his head and knew I could be done in the next push. The midwife wanted to guide me in my last pushes in an effort to spare my bottom some stitches but I had had enough. I told myself: "GET IT OUT!!!!" One big push and the baby came flying out of me like a freight train. It was a boy! Another boy! And another carbon copy of the other two kids. I thought for sure he was a little darker than them, but I think I was deluding myself. He was beautiful, placed on my chest. I asked for them to wait for the cord to stop pulsing before they cut, which was respected. Jason cut it. I inspected him, wiped my brow, couldn't believe how utterly exhausted I felt.

After nursing just a bit, and checking each other out, the hospital staff finished up their assessments of Phillip in the warmer near my bed, while my midwife attended to me and my stitches that I needed. My placenta came out quickly and easily, and Maria marveled at it while I glimpsed at it apathetically and thought "Oh you birth people." I contemplated how easy or difficult some sustenance could be obtained since I was famished. I just couldn't get over the difficulty of that labor. It was astonishing to me. After some painful suturing, I got the baby back, got a little bit cleaned up and just held my sweet, fresh baby. Maria or Jason (?) got us some Del Taco which I devoured as well as threw back a giant cup of cranberry juice with ice. Eventually I made it to the post partum room which I ended up sharing with someone - bummer. The poor thing had her baby early and I could hear her pumping milk every couple hours, disturbing my rest. After a not so relaxing night, I got a hot shower, and a very nice ped came by to check on Phil and he said we'd be able to go home that morning. Hooray! I really wanted to go home. Unfortunately the shift changed and we got this wet-behind-the-ears newbie ped that wanted to dot every i and cross every t and refused to discharge Phillip for another 12 hours! We were livid

I missed my kids, I missed my house, my bed and I was tired of being in a dark hospital room. No wonder babies get jaundice being stuck in those caverns. Looking back, we should have just left, but my mom told me that if we refused to stay, if anything went wrong we would be held liable, so I got scared. But it was miserable. It took up the whole day, and Jason had to go back to work the next day, and I really wanted to us all to hang out as a family for just one day and we were stuck in that blasted hospital room. I was glad my parents came with the kids for a visit but I felt so sad when they left. Ah well. Minor complaints.

Overall, it was a good birth experience. Once we were home, it was really good to be there. It took about a week to feel not exhausted. And after this birth, unlike the others, I had SEVERE after pains. Another friend of mine experienced the same after her third baby. I mean, I had to breathe through them and take medication. It was rough. I think the length, and the exhaustion I felt made it hard for me to really process the whole experience. It's taken me a year to post this, because only now am I detached enough to do so. It just was so not what I was expecting. After Jame's birth I thought this one would have been easier or the same. I felt a type of disappointment from not getting the same "high" as with his. But I realize that every birth is different, just like every baby is different, and we can never count on these things in life to be the same. We can only roll with it and let go of our fears, and seek to understand what God wants us to learn from our circumstances. This time I think he wanted me to learn patience, to be thankful for everything, and to trust Him. I am thankful for a safe birth, and for the process God has blessed me with to see bits of me to chip away at or to prune. I saw my soul's poverty, and God's vast grace, which was a great comfort.

Well, he has my ears!

2009-02-14T08:36:00.000-08:00

Our little guy came late on Tuesday night. He's doing really well, nurses like a champ, and is the apple of the family's eye. We are naming him Phillip Henry, but mostly calling him Felipe for now. :) He was born 20 inches and 8 lbs.

He looks a lot like James but maybe just a litte darker. The labor was long, and harder than I expected, but everything went well, thank God! I'll try to write out my birth story soon before I forget but I'm still tired!

Menu Plan Monday - Feb 9

2009-02-09T13:23:00.000-08:00

A few food revelations as of late:

Shopping with James is a horrific experience. I HATE taking him to the store. I strap him in the cart and he manages to still stand up in his seat. He screams when he doesn't get let out to traipse around the store so I look like THAT mom with the uncontrollable kids. Even the fun car carts get old for him really quick. Or some brother and sister quarrelling goes on. So if I can't go by myself or only take Hannah, I'm trying to cut down on shopping trips altogether. A trip to Albertsons, then to Trader Joes the next day, or the healthfood store the next just isn't working. Buying bulk from Azure Standard has helped, but I still have to go to the store at least once a week. So I've been diligently planning meals and buying more food than I'd like to in one trip a week, but it has been working much better and has been saving me money. So mainly I go to an Albertsons that is a little further from my house but is much nicer and has a heck of a lot more organic foods and fresher produce. I've found I can buy pretty much everything I need there, although I sometimes get sticker shock. For instance our favorite lenten butter spread which I normally bought at TJ's for under $4, is actually $8 (can you believe that?) at Albertsons. But it's just one store that I have to drive to, and a lot of the other food is much cheaper.

So here's this weeks (FAST-FREE...Woohoo!) menu:
(The week following the Sunday of the Pharisee and the Publican is always Fast-Free)

Monday
B: buckwheet pancakes and bananas
L: Friday's leftover pasta and marinara doctored up with some asiago and feta cheese. Oranges.
D: Italian pot roast

Tuesday
B: egg and cheese sandwiches, oj, apples
L: pot roast l/o
D: Sunday's l/o chicken tortilla soup

Wednesday
B: oatmeal with raisins, cinnamon, butter, and cream
L: turkey and provolone sandwiches, carrot sticks
D: shells and cheese with turkey kielbasa, green salad

Thursday
B: yogurt and berries, toast
L: whatever leftovers we have l/o!
D: machaca - egg and shredded beef scramble (I'm sure we will still have some roast left) and tortillas, green salad

Friday
B: smoothies and toast
go shopping!

Of course, this is all up in the air, because I could give birth to the new little pooper any day now. I'm just trying to play it cool and be "business as usual" around here so I don't get too nutty.

Raindrops, soft music, and a cozy spot...

2009-02-05T14:59:00.000-08:00

Make for a good, long nap!

"I'll have some of the uh, yellow."

2009-01-29T09:05:00.000-08:00

Simple Woman's Daybook - Monday

2009-01-26T11:09:00.000-08:00

Daybook idea from this blog.

Outside my window...Bright sunshine and a drying up back yard after a long night of rain and hail.

I am thinking...I need to sort some laundry.

I am thankful for...A wonderful weekend that started on Friday with a visit from my mom and dad. They watched the kids for me while I ran errands, and then we got to visit over some hot tomato soup and warm bread. Then we had our house blessing (a visit from our priest and deacon in which prayers are said and the house gets blessed with Holy Water in each room) on Saturday, a fun evening with some friends (and I was given chocolate cake and Mexican Hot Cocoa -mmmmmm). Then on Sunday our church was blessed to have the Myrrh-Streaming Iveron Icon from Hawaii during Divine Liturgy. The scent was so beautiful and it was a true encouragement to my weak faith.

From the learning rooms...I am expecting a phone call back from a home school charter to discuss with an education specialist starting my daughter in Kindergarten next Fall. We will begin reading Charlotte's Web today and finish our Children's Bible Reader tonight before bed. James continues to learn about all the properties of water as he satisfies his obsession with spray bottles, taking baths, and helping me with the dishes.

From the kitchen...A large pile of clean dishes await to be tucked neatly into their places. Some beef stew is the plan for tonight's dinner.

I am wearing...A gray turtleneck, jammie pants (only because my two maternity pants are dirty) and my most favorite slippers that my husband gave me for Christmas.

I am creating...An organized living space for my family as I am getting rid of lots of clutter. You could also call it nesting.

I am going...to stay home today.

I am reading...lots of short articles and children's books. When I am pregnant I just can't seem to keep my eyes open long enough to read novels.

I am hoping...To give birth soon. But realistically I'm going to remain pregnant for a few more weeks - which arguably is considered soon, but it doesn't feel soon.

I am hearing...Pandora Radio. Electric President's Ten Thousand Lines is currently playing.

Around the house...I've got a sleeping toddler on my bed, and my four year old is in her room beside the mirror applying sparkly lip gloss. The usual messes of blankets, books, and toys are scattered in the living room. I've got a massive pile of laundry to deal with as soon as the diapers finish in the washer.

One of my favorite things...is the new closet and carpet in the kid's room. The storage in the closet is spectacular. I actually like going into their bedroom now. I am so stupid-happy about it - mostly because their room used to make me want to cry.

A few plans for the rest of the week: A visit to a kid's museum, an OB appointment (I get to go every week now - oh the joy) a park day, the usual errands to run.

Here is a picture thought I am sharing...Nothing new - a picture from my grandmother's funky back yard. Because I'm feeling a little funky today, but in a good way. :)

Scattered Showers, Quiet Day

2009-01-22T11:59:00.000-08:00

Today is:

Letting the boy play in the backyard with his spray bottle, shovel, and sandbox until the rain brings us in.

Being thankful for yesterday's library trip stocking us up on plenty of great books to occupy our time.

Kids helping wipe down the kitchen and washing the dishes in warm soapy water.

Rest for a mom's aching bones.

Snuggling.

Make believe. In fact I must go to my "doctor appointment" I am running late for. Dr. Hannah frowns upon tardiness.
OH! And today is sweet Jenny's birthday. Happy Birthday! Enjoy this sort of rainy day!

Spray Bottle with Water + Dog = Endless Fun

2009-01-19T09:46:00.000-08:00

Poor dog.

Silly kid.

8 Months

2009-01-16T13:36:00.001-08:00

The number of shirts that completely cover my ample belly have quickly dwindled. That, and the warm weather has had me scrambling over what to wear. But no fear! I have delved into my husbands drawers for maternity wardrobe extenders - also known as those white undershirts commonly (however tacky) referred to as "wife beaters."
Oh where has the time gone? That's me and my baby belly bump as of today. It's itchy, is constantly twitching and moving, and has begun limiting my mobility. Yesterday I was trying to squeeze by a small space and I actually tried to "suck it in". Of course I rolled my eyes at myself after that.

I have about a month or so left of being in this state. I'm not too worried about the birth and the pain and all that (for some reason), but I am freaking out just a little about becoming a mother of three. I get lots of "You've got your hands full," comments at the grocery store as it is. And I feel like poor James is going to be very put out by this new little bundle.

But alas, we are making our preparations. The minivan has been purchased, the doula secured, plans for locking down a co-sleeper being made, and cloth diaper sites being perused. Jason even got a new closet system for the kids which involved Ikea, and possible plans to re-carpet their bedroom or "nursery." I started doing a little chirping in his ear that I would like to not be living in chaos a week before I give birth (like last time) - so he reved up his sense of urgency to get things in order and is doing a swell job of papa bird nesting.

Here is a list of stuff I'm hoping to get done:

1. Completely detail and organize my dingy kitchen. I may be willing to pay someone to do this as bending down to scrub the bottoms of cabinets is increasing in difficulty in my, uh, condition.

2. Prepare huge portions of meals to stock away in my freezer. There will be some difficulty in this, as well, since this baby will most likely be born right before Lent, and Jason will be fasting. Any of you Orthodox mamas have ideas for me?

3. Find a bookshelf, as well as decide the best place for it in our house for the kids since their room will be changed around with the new closet/wardrobe. All their books will have to go somewhere else.

4. Stock up and plan on activities to keep Hannah busy and engaged during those early days of me sitting on the couch nursing for long periods of time. Any ideas for this? I don't even know what to do about James! Thankfully, he's just started to like books. I just REEAALLY don't want to use the tv/movies too much.

That's all I can think of for now. Poor Jason's list is longer and much more labor intensive. Either way, however strenuous the parenting gig is, we do love the family life. I'm so excited to see if this is another blond baby or maybe, just maybe he or she will look just a little like me. I saw a newborn yesterday at the park and it brought back all the memories of their sweetness and fetal movements that are so achingly adorable. And then they turn into these funny little people with their own minds and voices. I'm so happy to have these blessings.

So Wrong.

2009-01-08T15:23:00.000-08:00

Have you people heard about this? (You have to scroll down pretty far to get to the post.)

Seriously? Really? Is this for real?

I myself have a really great second-hand children's store I love and visit often. I also go to the thrift store on a pretty regular basis for kids clothes and games/puzzles. This is something the gov't. needs to butt out of and make the manufacture companies pay - not hardworking families and small businesses. AARGH!

Happy 5th Day of Christmas!

2008-12-29T10:23:00.000-08:00

Christ is Born!

Yes, we are still celebrating with zeal - even today as I dig myself out of a mountain of laundry. It's been a wonderful Christmas spent with family and church family. It was amazingly stress-free and joyful, thank God!

Here is a really moving video of an Orthodox Christmas Hymn in Arabic. It's translated in English with subtitles and has lovely graphics. Our own Fr. Josiah sang it (in his gift of a voice) during Saturday's service, but in English. It gave me chills - I wish I had that for you to hear! Enjoy!

ETA: The hymn was actually on Christmas Eve Day - not Saturday. Holidays tend to mix me up.

And just for fun - my kiddos love this video! Turn it up!

Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year, as well as upcoming celebration of Theophany - the Baptism of our Lord!

Hark!

2008-12-22T09:07:00.000-08:00

My little angel sings in her first choir show!
"Silent Night"

Pouty angel?

Vegan Potato Leek Soup

2008-12-09T13:20:00.000-08:00

I think I finally nailed this soup. Once I made it to watery, another time too lumpy. Since I had some very large leeks hanging out in my fridge and a bag of russets hoping they'd get prepared before growing feet, I gave it another go. If you're Orthodox and fasting, give it a try. You know you're sick of spaghetti.

Ingredients:
5 lb bag of russet potatoes (minus three potatoes for some other recipe another day)
2 large leeks
2 stalks of celery
2 cloves of garlic
7 oz of whole coconut milk
cooking oil
kosher salt (to taste)
seasoned salt (to taste)

First peel, chop, and boil potatoes in a stock pot until tender. Drain, reserving sligtly less than half of the potato water for veggie broth. Set aside potatoes and boil potato water with a stalk of celery, one clove of garlic, one whole leek cut in half. Boil for at least half an hour. Return the potatos to the stock pot with broth, add some salt. While this boils, saute sliced and chopped leeks and celery, and once these get nicely cooked, add minced garlic. Continue sauteeing for a couple more minutes, then add to the pot. Smash with potato masher until smooth. Continue cooking at a rolling boil for about another half hour. Add coconut milk shortly before serving (This will sweeten the soup, but it balances out nicely once more salt is added). Salt and season to taste. Serve with some warm bread or biscuits.

I am an Ingrid!

2008-12-02T14:50:00.001-08:00

Fun quiz - not long and pretty darn close - though I'm not sure I'm quite as dark as it says. Maybe a little though...Hmmmm. Take quiz here. Thanks Mimi (or should I say Katherine!)

You are an Ingrid -- "I am unique"

Ingrids have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive.

How to Get Along with Me
* Give me plenty of compliments. They mean a lot to me.
* Be a supportive friend or partner. Help me to learn to love and value myself.
* Respect me for my special gifts of intuition and vision.
* Though I don't always want to be cheered up when I'm feeling melancholy, I sometimes like to have someone lighten me up a little.
* Don't tell me I'm too sensitive or that I'm overreacting!

What I Like About Being an Ingrid
* my ability to find meaning in life and to experience feeling at a deep level
* my ability to establish warm connections with people
* admiring what is noble, truthful, and beautiful in life
* my creativity, intuition, and sense of humor
* being unique and being seen as unique by others
* having aesthetic sensibilities
* being able to easily pick up the feelings of people around me

What's Hard About Being an Ingrid
* experiencing dark moods of emptiness and despair
* feelings of self-hatred and shame; believing I don't deserve to be loved
* feeling guilty when I disappoint people
* feeling hurt or attacked when someone misundertands me
* expecting too much from myself and life
* fearing being abandoned
* obsessing over resentments

* longing for what I don't have

Ingrids as Children Often
* have active imaginations: play creatively alone or organize playmates in original games
* are very sensitive
* feel that they don't fit in
* believe they are missing something that other people have
* attach themselves to idealized teachers, heroes, artists, etc.
* become antiauthoritarian or rebellious when criticized or not understood
* feel lonely or abandoned (perhaps as a result of a death or their parents' divorce)

Ingrids as Parents
* help their children become who they really are
* support their children's creativity and originality
* are good at helping their children get in touch with their feelings
* are sometimes overly critical or overly protective
* are usually very good with children if not too self-absorbed

The First Day of December

2008-12-01T14:54:00.000-08:00

We made it through Thanksgiving quite well. It was just us and Jason's dad and it was a very nice and quiet day. For the second time I made the entire meal except for turkey and stuffing (which my FIL does). When I cook a big meal like that, I feel very grown up and capable. I know I am grown up and all, but still. It's a funny feeling, like, whoa, I'm totally like responsible for people's THANKSGIVING DINNER. OMG! The meal was fine and good. I made the same as last year, which were all recipes from last year's November issue of Real Simple Magazine:

garlicky green beans with pine nuts
buttermilk mashed potatoes with caramelized shallots
cranberry sauce with ginger and apricot preserves
white wine gravy with turkey pan drippings

Then I made my own versions of pumpkin pie and apple pie with a crumb topping. About the pies: So we all know I don't do crusts. I bought some pie dough from Trader Joes frozen.They are slightly more homemade-like than the ready to go tins at the supermarket. You need to thaw the dough and it supposed to be like two perfectly round pieces of dough in which you then place into your pie tin. Well, they always break, but it's no biggy because you just mend them back together with your hand once they've defrosted. Well anyway, the instructions call for you to have them thaw unwrapped. So I had three crusts on on the counter top. One for pumpkin pie, and the other for apple - of which I had PLANNED on making a double crust. But I seriously underestimated how devious my dog is when I let him inside for a while. Wouldn't you know it, that weasel hopped right up on to my counter top and very quickly scarfed down one of the entire crusts. I angrily shouted inaudibly at him and shoved him outside sounding much like the father on A Christmas Story when the pack of unruly dogs devour his beloved turkey. I was glad it was just a pie crust. So I said to myself, "Crumb topping it is!"

Just a couple of other mishaps occurred to remind me that I'm an incompetent hostess:

1. No yams. I have a famous recipe (well sort of - I have a theory* about this) for honey yams. As I reached into my cabinet to prepare them I noticed a foul smell and some fuzz growing along the side of the bag. Not. Good. I bought them about three days prior. I was miffed. I love yams.

2. As we sat down to eat I forgot to heat up the cranberry sauce that I had prepared earlier that day.

3. I completely forgot to put out the dinner rolls. We noticed them the next day sitting poised on top of our refrigerator.

*As for my yam theory, before I started hosting Thanksgiving and we designated that holiday for Jason's Dad, I had been asked to bring yams to a couple gatherings. As a young wife I wasn't much of a cook and could barely make anything. But my yams were decent. Everyone always raved about them, but now I kind of think everyone knew what an inexperienced cook I was and how nervous I was in the kitchen that they all overdid it on the praise of my yams. They were just being polite.

Hope you all had a lovely Thanksgiving Day and weekend. Me and the kids got used to Jason being home for FOUR whole days in a row, so we are missing him today. We spent a lot of time hanging out in the garage working on our Christmas presents. Friday we got our system down and worked out all the kinks, and we actually got some good production on Saturday. The weather has been splendid - though on the warm side today. I love days when the kids just run and play all day outside. That's a day well spent in my book.

James at 18 Months

2008-11-21T14:20:00.000-08:00

(blogger thought it would be funny to post this picture sideways):My dear boy, you are a handful these days. Well, more like an armful, or a wrestling match, a slobbery kiss framed with dirty little hands. Here are 10 things I never want to forget about you at this age:

1. You love me. I am your favorite. You love it when I hold all 24.5 lbs of you. You give me very kind and gentle pats on the back for it, which I think I deserve because you are getting really heavy. You also tug on my hair, fiddle with the mole on my cheek - which I am rather sensitive about, and kiss the cross on my necklace.

2. When you wake up in the morning you love to watch a little news on the couch with me and snuggle in a blanket. You still like to have yogurt before breakfast, which reminds me of Hobbits and their frequent meals. You say "Jooooooos" to let me know you'd like some and you always ask if I'm going to have tea by pointing at me and saying "Teeeee?" But sometimes I have coffee and you still call it "teeee" and ask for sips.

3. You are so messy. You randomly strut around the house like a tornado busting up neat piles of books, purposely spilling cups of juice or milk on the floor, and spreading toys through out the land. We know you are done with your dinner when you randomly fling your plate onto the floor. This is so frustrating to me - you have no idea. I have to take lots of deep breaths, and your dad has to take even more. Your sister only gave us a mere glimpse at this type of behaviour. In fact when we told her something was yucky, and not to touch it, she obliged, but when you hear that something is yucky, it intrigues you. It draws you in with a magnetic force that boys must be more vulnerable to. Please control yourself, for heavens sake.

4. You're a guy's guy. You have no problem going up to a group of young men hanging out at church and making small talk. They really like you too. You have several buddies that you let hold you and rough house with. I'm pretty sure you'll be really good at making fart noises with your armpits one day.

5. You do have a softer side though...Occasionally you like to play with your sister's dolls. You've even fought her over them. You like to get them blankets and cover them up. Sometimes you'll hold one around the house while you play. I think it's pretty cute, and I'm hoping when your new sibling comes you'll be nice and gentle to him or her too. Although I have seen you trying to pluck out one of the doll's eyelashes. Please don't do that to our baby.

6. Your smile melts my heart. It's so cute. It looks just like my Grandpa's - who has a wonderful smile. You even have dimples. Could you get any cuter?

7. When daddy gets home, you run to the door as fast as you can with your big grin, shouting "DADDA!"That's gotta feel good after a long day at work. If I am your favorite, your dad is a very close second. You two are a good pair. Your dad really loves having a son, and lets you dip your crackers in his ale. He carries you around the house while I make dinner and you look so satisfied up in his arms. Sometime you guys go to Home Depot together. And because your dad is a brave man, he never brings a diaper bag, as he tells me that you guys prefer to travel light. For some reason you've never soiled yourself on these outings or caused a need for a baby wipe to arise. This slightly perturbs me, but it's good for you and your dad, and it gets you out of my hair for a hour or so.

8. Moooo! Baaaaa! Oink Oink! You have a large vocabulary of animal noises. Nothing excites you more than seeing an animal, whether in a book or in real life, that makes a fun sound. I've never heard a more committed oink nor a convincing neigh from a toddler.

9. You're a very nice brother to Hannah. While you do sometimes try to get into whatever she's doing and bug her, you love her so much and follow her around like a lost puppy. If she gets hurt or sad and cries, your face immediately expresses concern. You wrap your little arms around her her and give her a kiss and pat her head. Despite the squabbles between you that I have to referee, many times while I'm busying myself around the house, the two of you will be found playing and I can hear you both laughing heartily. I hope you will be friends forever.

10. You are a joy. You make all of us laugh with your antics. You are curious, loving, affectionate, big-hearted, noisy, energetic, cranky, healthy, and everything we could ever hope our little boy to be. I know when you get older and turn into a big kid, and eventually a young man with hair all over your body and an adams apple, I will wish I could go back and hold you once again when I could still lift you up and tickle you on your neck and ribs. Thank God for you, my son. A big chunk of my heart belongs to you.

Advent Calendar

2008-11-18T17:13:00.000-08:00

For Monica or anyone else looking for one:

We got ours from our parish bookstore but I found a website on the back of the booklet and you can find it (though it's not identical to mine) HERE.

The Most Wonderful Time of the....Already?

2008-11-17T10:02:00.000-08:00

As I waited in a parking lot for Jason to pick up some snacks for his Sunday School class, on a very warm, smokey Sunday morning, I couldn't help but feel completely annoyed by the huge and beautifully adorned Christmas tree displayed in the middle of the strip mall, standing there like a desperate plea for us to buy something plastic and/or from China. I can't stand it. Can we please wait until after Thanksgiving, people?

However, the Nativity is on my mind, as the fast has begun. I'm learning to love the rhythm and cycles of the Liturgical year. I'm also trying to make it more tangible for my children. Today I broke out our Advent calendar that has a saint to read about for every day from the beginning of the Nativity Fast to Christmas. Last year, Hannah really enjoyed doing this and would say every evening, "Whose feast is it today?" I'd like to plan ahead better this year and make or do something special for some of those saints like make spruce tree cookies for Saint Herman of Alaska's feast day, and find a good Saint Nicholas book to read and then decorate the house for Christmas on that day. I don't want the season to be gone in a flash, and then feel guilty that I didn't really take advantage of it.

An Orthodox Christian is encouraged to use times of fasting (though it is always good to do so) to replace tv or other distractions (ahem...internet) with spiritual readings, good for the soul. This year I am reading Wounded by Love by Elder Porphyrios. Jason recently read it and really enjoyed it. I honestly think it has made him a more gentle and patient father since reading it. He's read some excerpts to me and I found them quite captivating. So far, it's been an enjoyable read.

For the kids, we're still reading out of Hannah's Children's Bible every evening. I normally will read some of that and then one other kid's book, or a chapter of some children's literature. We read Little House in the Big Woods, and then Little House on the Prairie back to back. We debated on reading Plum Creek next but decided to start The Chronicles of Narnia instead. I just love Lewis, and reading The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe has been a treat for me and her. Reading some of his books such as The Great Divorce and The Screwtape Letters really prepared me for Orthodox Christianity, as a friend of mine has said before as well. Lewis is such a wonderful Christian author, and I'm so excited my kids get to read/hear these gems.

Jason and I have made some Christmas gifting plans I'm looking forward to as well. We are going to make the majority of our gifts this year, and I found some really good and do-able ideas out of some books at the library. It's so nice having a handy husband (though he dislikes the word handy - he really is). We've got most of our supplies ready, but I can't tell you what we're making because it's a secret. :) It involves wood. Should be fun. Jason and I have also decided to buy each other's Christmas gifts from a thrift store. I hate feeling worried about money and it always gets tight at Christmas, so rather than running up credit cards and giving ourselves ulcers, I think we've found some thoughtful solutions to no presents at all.

On Saturday we had an ultra sound of our little butterbean. He or she is doing just fine in there. We've decided to keep this baby a surprise and asked to not find out the sex. So I'm eagerly awaiting the birthday and the joy of finding out what we are having as we have him or her. We waited for Hannah and that was so much fun. Nothing like it. Any guesses?

Finally, here is a picture of my mom and I (sorry Mom, this was the only picture that came out) when we went to see Wicked last week at the Pantages Theater in LA (which is a gorgeous venue btw) with some of my mom's coworkers. It was a very impressive production and I thoroughly enjoyed our evening out. We also had a lovely dinner at The Stinking Rose, and I think I've just now recovered from the garlic overdose!

And one last thing - my prayers are going out to everyone close to the terrible fires that were creating havoc. Everyone I know is OK, thank God. My heart goes out to those who have lost their homes and belongings.

Menu Plan....Saturday?

2008-11-08T10:34:00.000-08:00

I've got the time and desire to plan today, so here I go. The Nativity Fast is coming up and this is our last week for meats and dairy until Christmas. Since I'm pregnant, I'm still going to have eggs and dairy, and so will the kids. I will most likely stay away from meat. Which will be harder than normal, because this pregnancy is having me crave meat, not something I usually do. So for this week, I'd like to gorge myself on comfort food.

Saturday
L - Leftover City. We got spaghetti and meat balls for dad, lentil and egg burritos for the kids and I, and some Asian style rice noodles with vegetables and garlic sauce from last night if we are still hungry!
D - ??? I'm undecided and not really in to mood to go to the store today.

Sunday
D - Pizza and Salad

Monday
B - Yogurt and apple sauce
L - Macaroni (I have a package of Annies begging to be cooked) and cheese with ham and spinach
D - Roasted Chicken, acorn squash, sauteed greens (kale, spinach)

Tuesday
B - Acorn squash pancakes
L - Chicken salad sandwiches
D - Chicken tacos with all the fixins+ rice and beans

Wednesday
B - Berry Green Smoothies and toast
L - Bean & rice burritos
D - Potluck something or other

Thursday (the last day before fasting starts)
B - Bean and egg scramble
L - Salad with whatever chicken is leftover, cheese and veggies.
D - Lasagna - and I'm tempted to buy some from Costco.

Friday
B - oatmeal
L - pb & j & fruit
D - Polenta with pasta sauce

How the Tooth Got Loose

2008-11-05T08:50:00.001-08:00

It was Monday night, and we all decided it was the night we had to get that tooth out! When we took James to his appointment the dentist was worried about Hannah's gum becoming infected since there isn't a big permanent tooth to push the baby tooth out. It could of hung in there for a long time, apparently! We wiggled and jiggled it, I had Hannah bite into an apple. When daddy got home, she was sick of me and it became a father-daughter endeavor. After a few unsuccessful attempts with some floss tied around the little tooth and some yanks, some giggles and some whining, one last try with the floss worked. Hannah was a trooper and felt like such a big girl when I told her she looked like a six year old. Any upset due to bleeding was appeased with a nice little bowl of ice cream. I kinda like her new smile - but still undecided on what to do, if anything. I'm just glad that sucker is out!

What's for dinner?

2008-11-03T14:52:00.001-08:00

It's nearly three o'clock and I'm really not sure. I 'd like to make a quiche but I've no pie crust (and I've never made one before myself, I don't even own a rolling pin). The fam has made it clear to me that if I must serve up quiche it must be with a crust. Picky, picky!

So, yeah, meal planning. Didn't get around to it yet this week. So for tonight? I'll think of something. We certainly won't starve. I've got a Costco fillet of Salmon, eggs, potatoes, asparagus and plenty of greens.

Life has been going well for us, Thank God. It has felt like Fall for the past couple of days which always makes me smile. We had a very conventional Halloween. It was quite possibly the cheapest one ever too because both Hannah and James' costumes were either borrowed or handed down. Here they are, aren't they cute?

I was a little bummed we didn't have an All Hallows Eve party again at church this year, but it ended up being a fine family evening for us as we went to a little downtown event and then barged in at my in laws to trick or treat in their neighborhood. They live on a cul-de-sac and know all their neighbors so we felt more comfortable with trick or treating there. Our street doesn't even have lights! When we came home we noticed some hooligans jacked our Prop 8 sign, as well as many of our neighbor's. Booooooo! That's REAL mature! Gash!

So the past couple of days, I've spent more time than I care to in waiting rooms. On Friday I thought Hannah's cap on one of her front teeth came loose. So I called the dentist, got her in that day, and found out that it's not the cap that is loose. It's the whole blasted tooth. They offered to extract it for her and give her some laughing gas, and I thought about it, and said nah. It's bound to come out somehow, right? Well I thought for sure it would come out over the weekend, but the bleeping tooth won't quit and persists to hang on, to what I don't know. On the X-Ray, you can see there is no root there anymore. Anyway, we left that visit glad that it was free and that she had no cavities - HOORAY. We still have to consider whether we want to have her get a kiddie partial or a spacer or do nothing. She's only four so she's probably got a while before her perm tooth comes. We left with a balloon, and a new toothbrush and other goodies, and even made a check up appointment for Jamesy boy.

Then. Then! On Sunday, we had a rough morning because James didn't sleep well, and was so fussy. I thought maybe his tummy hurt, but then when I changed his diaper his boy parts looked seriously not good. Without going into any detail, we all freaked out. We called the advice nurse, the nurse said to take him to pediatric urgent care at the hospital. So Daddy went with Hannah to church and I took James to the hospital. They were really great there and there was no waiting, because I learned something new here - if there is something not right with a penis you are rushed in. A PENIS problem? You mean a problem with his PENIS? You get to pass all the others in the waiting room with croupy coughs and bronchitis. The doctor will be right in. I am not kidding. All was well though - for your information, James is the picture of health and just had an exacerbated type of diaper rash that needed a special cream.

His dentist appointment went well today too, he was a good little toddler and let them brush and floss his teeth. His teeth are looking good too. Right now he is playing with his balloon and hasn't seemed to catch on that when you let go of it, it flies up, and then you can't reach it. So about every 20 seconds as I type this post, I hear a dull thud upon the ceiling, and shortly he comes to me and pleads with me, "Boo? Boo? Boo?" Oh all right. I'll get your boo. Again. That little boy cuteness is so irresistible.

I'm off to figure out dinner. I'm thinking pan fried salmon, some asparagus and baked potatoes.

Pollan on NPR

2008-10-22T09:16:00.001-07:00

While I waited in the car the other evening for Jason to get a new cell phone and the kids fell asleep in their carseats, I was able to listen to NPR's Fresh Air radio program and they had a fascinating interview with Micheal Pollan, the author of The Omnivore's Dilemma, as well as In Defense of Food. Pollan recently wrote an Open Letter to the Next President on how to improve this countries food policies.

A few fun facts I thought worth sharing:

1. Wild Alaskan Salmon from Alaska (duh) is actually shipped all the way to China to be filleted and packaged, and then sent back to the states for us consumers. Yum!

2. The same is done for chicken raised in the US.

3. Big farms are actually paid to NOT grow food, and to only grow corn and soy beans to be processed into corn syrup and hydrogenated soybean oil.

4. The "bio-fuel" ethanol, which I naively thought to be a green idea is actually takes petroleum to grow and process (almost gallon for gallon). It's does not help us to get away from our dependence on oil.

5. My favorite, personally, is that enourmous feeding farms, where chicken and pigs are grown for meat, are posing major problems to our health. The first problem is that these vast cities of animals living so closely together need to be fed antibiotics to stay healthy or else they'd all be wiped out by disease. These antibiotics are the same that treat humans, thus, super germs are becoming immune to these, and then we eat the chicken with these same antibiotics, causing the same problems for ourselves. But that's not all. You know how cities have to treat their sewage? Well these feeding mills don't. Gross.

So, I think I'm going to start buying everything from Azure Standard now.

If you get a chance, listen to the show. It also has a link to the Open Letter which has so many great ideas, that could really improve the health and prosperity for this country's people.

Menu Plan Monday - 2

2008-10-20T14:36:00.000-07:00

I planned all of our dinners this Saturday before I went shopping, so I thought I would finish up the rest of our meals today. My friend Jamie wanted to know if I REALLY made all those meals and if I felt super duper about them all. YES and NO.

Last week's potato leek soup kind of bombed. I got lazy and didn't think I needed to peel any more potatoes, but I was wrong. The soup ended up being really watery. It was still flavorfu thanks to the delicious homemade crockpot chicken broth, and the bits of bacon helped a lot, but still. Watery. Eh.

And then, though they weren't on the plan, I decided to try out some no bake cookies, but they had to be lenten and also have no peanut butter (I suspect that James has a peanut allergy) and the only other nut butter I had was sunflower seed butter. While I didn't think they were completely awful, they did have a distinct sunflower seed taste which did not meld all that well with chocolate. Jason and Hannah said they were gross, while James just spit his out. I think otherwise it would have been a great recipe. Really.

So here is this week's plan (I was kind of bummed this morning when I didn't have a plan for breakfast):

Monday
D: Roast beef, baked potatoes, green salad

Tuesday
B: Blueberry muffins and yogurt
L: Turkey and cheese sandwiches
D: Tacos (with l/o beef), with avacado, tomato, cheese fixings, and rice & beans

Wednesday
B: Oatmeal with applesauce and cinnamon
L: L/O veggie tortilla soup from Friday
D: Potluck dish to share

Thursday
B:Cereal
L: Egg Salad Sandwiches
D: Chinese fried rice with salmon (canned salmon stirred into the rice)

Friday
B: Cinnamon Toast and Coconut Milk Hot Cocoa
L: Avacado Sandwiches
D: Rice and Bean Burritos

Since Mondays and Tuesdays seem to be my biggest cooking days, I have the hardest time keeping house. The sink fills up extra fast (no thanks to a broken dish washer) and I just can't seem to get to other areas of the house that need attention. Not to mention the mountains of laundry. Any ideas for me? As I become more and more of a do-it-yourself type, I'm losing lots of time! HELP!

Butterfly in the Wind

2008-10-14T09:01:00.001-07:00

It makes no difference if your wings are upside down!

A familiar view of mine, only now improved with a swiftly swelling belly!

Menu Plan Monday

2008-10-13T13:30:00.000-07:00

I've been doing menu plans for a while now, and they are really great, especially come Thursday, when I'm most always tired and out of inspiration.

Monday
B - egg and cheese sandwiches
L - tomato soup with leftover cheese tortelini
D - Roasted chicken, acorn squash, and cheddar potatoes, for dessert - zucchini muffins

Tuesday
B - acorn squash pancakes
L - egg salad sandwiches
D - Potato leek soup (with chicken broth made from roasted chicken) with bacon crumbles, pumpernickle bread

Wednesday
B - maple oatmeal with raisins
L - pb & j, fruit
D - Potluck at church - prepare a veggie dish (whatever looks good at Costco)

Thursday
B - yogurt and zucchini muffins
L - leftover soup
D - Chef's salad with bacon, hard boiled eggs, l/o chicken, cheese, veggies, etc., bread.

Friday
B - cinnamon toast, berry spinach smoothies
L - bean burritos
D - lenten tortilla soup (with Better Than Bouillan No Chicken Base) with beans, sqaush, corn, spinach, potatos, and tortilla chips.

Weekends - leftovers and some take-out!

Just by sticking to my menu, we have saved about $50 a week on groceries, and we waste much less food. If there is a lot of something left I freeze it and enjoy it another day.

Happy Monday to you all!

Mothering in the Autumn

2008-09-26T16:28:00.000-07:00

OK, here is not one, but two memes. The first one I will do is about being a mom. I was tagged by my friend Amy. The second is one is about the Fall, which I saw on Mimi's blog, and it just looks fun so here I go!

1. How many kids do you have? 2, and one on the way

2. What are their ages? An almost 4 year old, 16 month old, and the one in my belly is at18 or 19 weeks gestation.

3. What time do you usually start your day? 6:00 am

4. What do they eat for breakfast? James wakes up ferociously hungry at about 5 am. This started happening once he was weaned from nursing. So him and I make our way to the kitchen where I somehow manage to shovel some yogurt into his mouth with my eyes barely open. He's so happy once we do this, when we go back to bed, he smiles and gives me yogurt kisses and we sleep another hour or until Hannah wakes us up ready for her juice. Breakfast is sometimes Puffins munched on the couch while we wake up, and then we sit down a little later for oatmeal, or eggs, sometimes toast. Hannah likes cold cereal a lot too.

5. Do they get to watch T.V.? Oh sure, just a little bit though. James doesn't get to pick a show yet, so he just kind of watches whatever Hannah likes, but he really doesn't stay interested and would much rather play. Usually she gets one half hour show in the morning (like Clifford or Curious George) or a movie sometime during the day.

6. What's their favorite activity? They love to go outside with me in the morning when I water. They run around, play with their outside toys. Hannah usually starts some make-believe scenario, while James gravitates toward the dog's water dish or mud. Just the other day I caught him laying on his tummy trying to drink the water just like the dog.

7. Do you get a break during the day for some "you" time? Sometimes. It's hit and miss. James will always take a nap, but Hannah doesn't usually unless she's really crabby and tired. While he naps, she'll occasionally have her "quiet time" in her room and play by herself. But sometimes, we both miss eachother since James take so much of my energy, so I take advantage of just having time with only her for a while. I can tell she really loves it. They have a bed time though, so I guess I have an evening "Me" time.

8. How do you end your day? Dinner, hang out outside for a bit, clean up, bath, jammies, prayers, story time, lights out. Then I can unwind, have some tea, hang out with Jason, watch a little tv if anything is on, or read. I try once a week to clean house at this time, because it's so much easier and quicker to do so once they are in bed, but lately I've been so tired. But like Amy mentioned in her blog, there is nothing more inviting in the morning than an already clean house. It's complete bliss.

9. What's your best parenting advice or tip? Wow. I suppose it would be to really share yourself with your children. Love whole-heartedly. I remember holding Hannah and being a new mother and how the powerful feelings of love scared me so much I almost wanted them to go away to somehow guard myself. But I surrendered, and it helped me be confident in the new person I had become. Also to pray, pray, pray. Simply saying Lord have mercy can instantly drag me out of any pit of anger or frustration.

10. Tagging the following: Anyone who wants to do this - I'd love to see your answers!

Now to the Fall Meme! Thank goodness for these things, especially when one lacks inspiration.

When does fall begin for you? When I make something fallish - like last week, I made sweet potato pie.

What is your favorite aspect of fall? When the evenings get cool, and you actually need a sweater.

What is your favorite fall memory? I started dating my husband this time of year, so the Fall always reminds me of our dates grabbing a coffee in a sleepy little downtown, hanging out in a record store, me wearing my brown pea coat, him wearing his blue Carhart jacket, walking hand in hand.

What do you like to drink in the fall? Tea, coffee, hot cider, anything warm and sweet!

What’s your favorite fall food? comfort food like a roasted chicken and smashed potatoes.

What is fall weather like where you live? Dry, windy, and still rather warm, unfortunately. Except the evenings do get crisp.

What color is fall? orange, brown, gold, red

What does fall smell like? sadly, it often smells like smoke, because this is fire season in these parts.

Holiday shopping in fall: I always say I'm going to get Christmas shopping done by Thanksgiving, but that has yet to have happened.

If you could go anywhere in the fall, where would you go? Like Mimi said, New England of course!

What is your favorite fall sport? I'm not a sports fan.

Do you have a favorite fall chore? Putting up Fall decor, like our silly scarecrow I need to rescue from the garage.

What is your least favorite thing about fall? Fires.

What is your favorite fall holiday? Thanksgiving, and I think us Orthodox are especially fond due to the special allowance in the middle of the Nativity Fast. :)

What’s your favorite kind of pie? Pumpkin! It's my most favorite, and I can't wait to have some with a dollop of freshly whipped cream. YUM.

Which do you prefer, the Farm or the Fair? Well at our Fair, that's where the farm is too, so I guess both.

Do you have a favorite fall book? Can't think of one that reminds me of Fall besides the book I just read to Hannah a couple of weeks ago - Little House in the Big Woods. It goes through all the seasons, but I loved reading about the Fall and how they harvested their garden, and how they stowed away all their pumpkins and squash in the attic and that Laura and Mary used them as furniture and props as they played. The upcoming winter required so much work in the Fall, it really made me feel lazy, but at the same time like I wanted do more gardening and be more industrious.

How about a favorite fall poem or quote? I've got nothing. Sorry to not end with a bang.

Here's a picture instead:

And that's our homegrown pumpkin. It would still be growing, but as Jason cut back the garden, he actually cut this little guy's lifeline on accident. Oh no! But it's a cute pumpkin, and a lovely shade of orange. It's our only one too, so it's a special pumpkin. What do you think I should do with it?

Granny Whimsy

2008-09-18T15:51:00.000-07:00

Today the kids and I went to visit my granny and dear old papa. Here's a couple peeks at her back yard, which has always captivated my imagination with it's whimsy, clutter, and my granny's amazing green thumb. I think my kids like it too. Sure it's got it's eyesores and she's got more whosits and whatsits galore than Ariel's Grotto, but amidst the random chotchkies, you really do wonder if some of them come to life when you aren't looking, or if fairies live there...

This (above) is a tree in between two other trees that create a canopy of green.
See? Whimsy. She has another chandelier that matches this, along with several different ones, and more angel figurines than I can count.
This is such a pretty tree. But it needed something. So these are tree earings. (Hmm...Maybe my I inherited my attraction to long earings from my granny...)
Meow. I love this cat. Everyone needs a green paisley cat.
Jamsey on the wind chimes. Just beyond him is a pond with some goldfish, and of course, some more goodies.

Simple Woman's Daybook

2008-09-11T10:26:00.000-07:00

FOR TODAY...

Outside My Window... It is sunny, with a very nice and cooling breeze. The deck has chairs scattered about, and I can see my aloe vera plant looking perky next to a very bright orange pumpkin. There are various children's toys scattered about.

I am thinking... I don't feel like making dinner. The past few nights, my family has been complaining about my cooking like: "too many peas in this pot pie" and "this is too spicy" and "this sauce is a little sweet." I really hate it when they don't like my food. It gives me a complex.

I am thankful for... not having carpet throughout the house. With the amount of spilling that's been going on, I am so grateful that every mess is just a wipe and spray away from being gone. Now if only "spill proof" sippy cups really were spill proof....

From the kitchen... The smell of nearly rotting guavas permeates the house. Jason got them from a coworker, but they are so pungent I can't bring myself to eat one, and I'm going to ask for permission to discard them after he gets home tonight. Also, for dinner, I think I'm going to make enchilada casserole. I'm hoping for a redemptive crowd-pleaser.

I am wearing... A heather gray t-shirt and black capri pants. We didn't leave the house today.

I am creating... Some vegetable puppets with Hannah. I drew them, she painted them, and we will cut them out together and glue on the sticks.

I am going... For a walk, maybe. Or just the back yard.

I am reading... Nothing. I'm without a book right now. Any suggestions? The last novel I read was Sense and Sensibility which I ended up liking, but not until midway. Lately I've been reading random nonfiction special interest books like Proper Care and Feeding of Marriage; then a somewhat dated book about economical and enviro-friendly homemade formulas for everything from cleaning products to personal hygiene recipes; and gardening how-to books. I started Kite Runner but decided I didn't feel like becoming depressed. I'd love to get into a good book right now.

I am hoping... our seedlings will sprout. Jason seeded a bunch of winter veggies. I"m a nervous and novice gardener.

I am hearing... Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers' Breakdown. I'm a fan. I have the anthology. It's my house cleaning music. And kids playing, blocks and toys hitting the floor.

Around the house... There are spots of clean and spots of dirty. The house is never ALL clean.

One of my favorite things... getting kisses from the kids.

A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week: Well, it's almost over, but I do believe we will make it to the fair tomorrow. We scored some free tickets (free parking too) and can go early to see the farm animals before the rest of the fair opens and all the riff raff comes in. Thank you, you know who you are!

Here is a picture thought I am sharing...

He's always eating. Snickety snacks all day long.

My first Name Day

2008-09-09T09:07:00.000-07:00

While yesterday was the Great Feast of the Church of the Nativity of the Mother of God, today is Joachim and Anna day - My Name Day (my middle name is Anne)!

Troparion (Tone 5)
Let us sing praises to Joachim and Anna,
the couple honored by God
(and they are His kinsmen).
They have borne for us the Maiden
who in a manner beyond understanding
gave birth to Him Who though fleshless,
became the incarnate to save the world.
With her they intercede for our souls.

Kontakion (Tone 2)
Anna rejoices, released from her barrenness,
and nurses her most pure child.
She calls all people to glorify Him
Who gave the Virgin Mother to mankind from her womb

Scorching September is Here!

2008-09-04T08:17:00.000-07:00

Summer here always goes out with a bang. Today should be about 100. Lovely. Though, despite my complaining, this has been an uncharacteristically mild summer of which we've enjoyed many a park day, evenings spent sitting outside on the deck watching the kids play while I read and Jason smokes a cigar, some swimming, and ice cream.

James is busy being a rambunctious boy; perpetually hungry and only to be satisfied with an endless supply of yogurt, bananas, and apple sauce. In steady ten minute intervals he shouts at us, "OWEEE!" We couldn't figure out why he kept saying that for a while until one day he pointed to the pantry and we learned that OWEE = hungry. He's shoveling yogurt into his mouth right now as I type. You can imagine the mess he leaves smeared on the table.

Hannah has been continuing her ice skating lessons, and I must say, I am impressed with the progress she has made. She's getting much more comfortable on the ice and skates unassisted forwards, backwards, and can go in a circle. So, my three year old has surpassed me in her skating skills.

We've also been doing lots of reading, library trips, coloring, drawing, and learning to write. I had tried to teach her to write the alphabet once before and that ended badly. It involved the letter B and a temper tantrum that didn't come from Hannah but ME! ACK! So I told myself to chill and back off, and then when I read THIS book, and it didn't recommend teaching writing until after reading, I felt much better and less of a hopeless failure. But then one day she was playing with her magnadoodle and busted out a bunch of letters all nonchalant. "Look Mom, I can draw a J!" So we're going with flow and having fun writing with chalk on the driveway and stuff like that.

Hannah had the special honor of being a flower girl for our dear friend Matt's (who is James' Godfather) wedding to his beautiful new bride Teri. As I curled her hair and got her ready, and then watched her walk down the aisle, I couldn't help but feel like a stage mom. We bribed her with a toy and Jason told her, "Just remember this: Walk down the aisle. Throw the flowers. Get a toy." We all said it out loud together ten times. She did succeed with the much appreciated help of her Godmother walking down with her - Thanks again Maria!

The wedding was absolutely beautiful, and the reception was where Jason and I got married and had our reception. It was so fun to see old friends and visit and gab and then dance like monkeys. Hannah, who was adamantly opposed to any dancing warmed up rather quickly and had to be dragged from the dance floor when it was time to go home. To his many admirer's disappointment, my sweet parents picked up James at the reception so I could eat my meal in peace and not get potatoes au gratin all over my dress, and so I would not have to spend the entire evening guarding the exits. So sorry people, mama needs a break sometimes!

So here is us being fancy in the gorgeous church.

OH! And three announcements for those of you who don't know already:

1. We are expecting our third little one come the end of February.

2. We are minivan shopping. I'm all about stow and go seating.

3. We get to stay in our house! (We had one of those rotten ARM loans that was bout to go berserk on us, and we were able to get a loan modification - Thank you Lord and thank you Mr. Attorney at Law.

Something I should know by now:

2008-08-20T08:02:00.000-07:00

When your kid has a runny nose, don't wear black.

Unless you like the look of snail-like slime trails decorating your shoulders.

Confession of a Greedy Cheap Skate

2008-08-18T09:55:00.001-07:00

Last night Jason and I were looking at brochure for an organization that supports a cause that we both really care about and are thinking of donating to. We were filling it out and got to the section where you check the box of which amount you are going to give and Jason asked, "What do you think?"

Pause. I wanted to say the minimum, $25 but I thought, hmmm, we could probably give a little more, I did save some money the other day on blah blah blah..."Fifty," I blurted out feeling rather magnanimous.

Another pause. "That's IT? I was thinking $250!"

Oh.

Sigh.

I hold on to my money too tightly. Lord have mercy

Spaghetti

2008-08-04T09:19:00.000-07:00

Last week was a lot like spaghetti - all noodly, messy and fun with out of town guests, swim lessons, ice skating....the list goes on. But looks like this week will be even more crazy. It's nice to spend time with Jason's relatives from Arkansas. James especially enjoyed Saturday night's dinner. I'll be back next week to update more regularly, I promise!

The Ice Skater

2008-07-17T17:18:00.003-07:00

What's a more fun way to stay cool on hot summer days?

This is her "I'm happy" face. Her tween helper is so nice!