If you've ever wondered what's it's like trying to get a photo with 7 children, just press play.
We took these a year and a half ago, too bad I never managed to send the photos out...
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Postponed On Account of Bling
September 14, 2010
by Rieshy
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I've found something I cannot do while blogging.
Sewing. Specifically hand-stitching sort of sewing. Irish Dance- hand-stitching sort of sewing.
Great fun, no sarcasm intended. My daughters do not do Irish dance but a lovely friend of mine does. I'd happily claim her as a daughter, but alas, her mother is stingy.
This lovely young lady is going to a competition this weekend. As in 5 days from now. I'm sewing feverishly alongside her mother to prevent her from having to dance naked.
Did you know that you can get sore from sewing feverishly? I choose not to think about how out-of-shape a person has to be in order to get sore from embroidering. La, la, lala la... -that's me not thinking about it.
At any rate, by this weekend not only will I be back to blogging, but a wonderful girl will be dancing in a glorious dress that was designed and sewed by her mother- and I will have had the privilege of being able to help with the bling factor.
I've found something I cannot do while blogging.
Sewing. Specifically hand-stitching sort of sewing. Irish Dance- hand-stitching sort of sewing.
Great fun, no sarcasm intended. My daughters do not do Irish dance but a lovely friend of mine does. I'd happily claim her as a daughter, but alas, her mother is stingy.
This lovely young lady is going to a competition this weekend. As in 5 days from now. I'm sewing feverishly alongside her mother to prevent her from having to dance naked.
Did you know that you can get sore from sewing feverishly? I choose not to think about how out-of-shape a person has to be in order to get sore from embroidering. La, la, lala la... -that's me not thinking about it.
At any rate, by this weekend not only will I be back to blogging, but a wonderful girl will be dancing in a glorious dress that was designed and sewed by her mother- and I will have had the privilege of being able to help with the bling factor.
A Child's Vision
September 7, 2010
by Rieshy
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My vase. Through the eyes of my 4 year old.
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A reminder of how fantastical everyday life really is, if you take the time to look.
September 7th Daybook
by Rieshy
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As part of The Simple Woman's Daybook:
FOR TODAY
Outside my window... My windows are open this morning. Autumn is on the breeze.
I am thinking... That I am too tired for the beginning of the day.
I am thankful for... My teenage daughters went wading in a neighborhood creek on Saturday- along with water moccasins. We've never seen snakes at this creek before. I'm so thankful that the girls were paying attention and got out ahead of the snakes.
From the learning rooms... so many subjects, so little time.
From the kitchen... I'm roasting some butternut squash to use as a soup base.
I am creating... I've been too busy studying ahead in my children's school subjects to do any artwork or crafts.
I am going... to the park today.
I am reading... Bis(s) Zum Morgengrauen, and Crazy Love.
I am hoping... that the flu season this year is gentle and doesn't pay my home a visit.
I am hearing... a daughter doodling on her guitar, a son laughing about something he is reading, and suspicious silence from the youngest set of children. I need to stop typing and take a moment to investigate...
Around the house... I have so many things half-done. I'm starting to feel the urge to sort and purge belongings and projects before winter. I need to start on fall-yard-work as well.
One of my favorite things... anything that blooms. Right now I'm blessed to have Kerria, Crepe Myrtal, Smoke bush, Zinnia, Moon Flowers, Nasturtium, Sunflowers, Morningglories, Sedum, Roses, Geraniums, Althea, Cannas, Daisies, Coreopsis, and Pumpkins blooming. However, they all have that slightly tired, sparse and parched look of August. Some rain and some cooler days is all it will take to make everything pop again for the last hurrah before winter.
As part of The Simple Woman's Daybook:
FOR TODAY
Outside my window... My windows are open this morning. Autumn is on the breeze.
I am thinking... That I am too tired for the beginning of the day.
I am thankful for... My teenage daughters went wading in a neighborhood creek on Saturday- along with water moccasins. We've never seen snakes at this creek before. I'm so thankful that the girls were paying attention and got out ahead of the snakes.
From the learning rooms... so many subjects, so little time.
From the kitchen... I'm roasting some butternut squash to use as a soup base.
I am creating... I've been too busy studying ahead in my children's school subjects to do any artwork or crafts.
I am going... to the park today.
I am reading... Bis(s) Zum Morgengrauen, and Crazy Love.
I am hoping... that the flu season this year is gentle and doesn't pay my home a visit.
I am hearing... a daughter doodling on her guitar, a son laughing about something he is reading, and suspicious silence from the youngest set of children. I need to stop typing and take a moment to investigate...
Around the house... I have so many things half-done. I'm starting to feel the urge to sort and purge belongings and projects before winter. I need to start on fall-yard-work as well.
One of my favorite things... anything that blooms. Right now I'm blessed to have Kerria, Crepe Myrtal, Smoke bush, Zinnia, Moon Flowers, Nasturtium, Sunflowers, Morningglories, Sedum, Roses, Geraniums, Althea, Cannas, Daisies, Coreopsis, and Pumpkins blooming. However, they all have that slightly tired, sparse and parched look of August. Some rain and some cooler days is all it will take to make everything pop again for the last hurrah before winter.
Super Powers
September 6, 2010
by Rieshy
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Proof my 2 year old has superpowers.
This bowl is in the center of the room where my entire family spent the morning.
Evidently my 2 year old can phase in and out of the visible spectrum... at least when he's snacky.
Anyone want an apple?
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Pondering The Grooves
September 3, 2010
by Rieshy
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Does anyone remember the following poem from their childhood?
Does anyone remember the following poem from their childhood?
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
This verse definitely doesn't dovetail with current sensibilities. Try to imagine it hanging on a nursery wall next to a bookshelf holding attachment parenting books.
Sunday evening my 4 year old fell asleep next to me in church. I got to hear the entire sermon. It was wonderful! Until I realized my 4 year old wasn't peacefully sleeping but, in fact, couldn't wake up because his blood sugars had plummeted.
Crowds of people swirling around my pew. Chatting, visiting. There I sit trying to force a lollipop in my 4 year old's mouth while simultaneously trying to get the lid off his emergency glucose gel. A good friend sat to help me.
"Jack can you hear me?"
Some of my older children swirl by. They know what's going on. How many times have they seen this? Too many.
"Is Jack going to have to go to the hospital? Can we go play dodgeball with everyone else?"
Routine. Grooves.
How does a heart cope with that? How do my children's hearts cope?
I'm beginning to see that the routine, the groove of my son's illness, cuts each time- with each crisis. I've developed calluses. I don't feel it as deeply each time.
But the damage is the same. Routine pain is merely pain-deferred.
How do you cope? How do you continue to love a child when their illness constantly leaps upon you without warning and attempts to rip your heart out?
I don't know- but I do know that the callouses of the routine help. They absorb the shock, help me to cope, they give me time. Later? Later I can stay up too late and sit on the sofa with my husband. Later I can go to God and cry, "Why?"
I suspect that the grooves only really damage a heart if they are ignored.
So, I'm pondering those grooves.
I have a "modern" version of the bedtime prayer that a sister gave to me when my oldest was born.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Watch over me through all the night
and wake me safe by morning's light.
Now that's a prayer that a parent of a child with FOD can definitely get behind.
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Who Needs A Junglegym?
September 2, 2010
by Rieshy
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Waiting at the Pharmacy.
Excitement is not
something they find...
It's something they create.
Throw in some dirt and the possibility of bodily harm and errand running is transformed.
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