Letting Them Giggle

My husband usually has the lap-top packed away or at work with him, so I am taking a little bit of time to sit here at the table to type, look, and read away.  I know some people can find lots of things to do online, but after I check my email and maybe my husband’s FB to see if there are any new pictures of my little ones, all I have are a few blogs to click on and then I sit there, thinking, “Well, is this it?”  And then I usually close the lid and go on my merry way.  But today I will write a little ditty.

Both of my girls are supposed to be in their beds, napping away.  The windows are open, the lights are off (which they stay off during the summer days, thankfully!), and I can hear the dryer  whooshing  another load (Wednesday is laundry day- oh… laundry day).  But when all things have a silent moment, I think I hear my  littlest one humming her “ABC’s”.  She must be entertaining her big sister.  But they are mostly quiet, and a quiet bit of giggling while in  their  respected beds is okay by me.  It is just another sweet sound for today.

I will have to ask my mother how she got me and my sister to quiet down and sleep, since we shared a bed when we were young (though much older than my girls are).




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Second Child Stories

Baby A’s first word was “bye” followed  by “Daddy”.  Yes that was music to my husband’s ears.  She has finally found to calling on me, “Mama! Mama!”.  There were many odd and end words between, such as “kitty”, “hi”, “Willa”, “sissy”,  “thank you”, and various other animals or phrases of Bible verses.  But finally, “Mama” made the cut. I guess this means the ties that bind us are starting to stretch a little farther.

Have a sweet day friends.

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The End Of May

Besides gathering and growing a {growing!!} assortment of succulents  including one long awaited aloe vera that hasn’t left my bedside table– we grew in another way…

7e36b51ac56311e2a3aa22000a1f97a4_7 She was  awaiting  a new home with some brothers & sisters behind a well known table at the Farmer’s Market this morning.  Sweet thing has a good personality and loves playing with the girls- which is a good thing for me, because I have no room for a kitty with a poor attitude.



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Another Good {Food Related} Idea From Pinterest

What?! Containers upon containers of organic spinach on sale for 50 cents because their purchase-by-date was TOMORROW? Hmmm..











Put in freezer bag. Place in freezer. Use when needed.

And with what was left after filling 6 trays…




On an updated note: I have also placed a few cubes in my spaghetti sauce.  It has left the sauce a little green color, and added a bit of flavor, but the girls know no difference and they are getting some more {hidden} greens- although from the picture you can tell they don’t really need it hidden!


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Pancakes & The Sun

We’ve been out in the sun more than inside… even less time on the “big computer” means even less time on this site. We’re  getting  our hands dirty and our shoulders red.  I cherish this time of sweaty work in the quiet outdoors. Someday, hopefully, it will be most of all I do, right along with my family. Ahh.

I tried out these pancakes a few days ago for dinner (we were out of milk but had a whole container of sour cream!) and they were delicious.  They had a similar taste to those pancakes you see on Pinterest that can be made in a single serving yogurt container but SO much better.  Yes, the batter is weird.  The end result is scrumptious.

I recently filled in the last page of my latest journal.  When I started it I was a young married lady of one year who just moved to a new place in an old house and gas was 1.87 a gallon.  And more than once we used pennies to get my husband to work.  The end was May 5, and although it was a large, beautiful journal- there were way too many gaps.  Two moves.  Two babies.  Various jobs and volunteer work on my end.  A few surgeries on my husband’s end.  Some of the spaces were wide and I know things happened in between those pages that are gone. Part of me loves the romance of the here-and-now.  We live and then it is gone.  But part of me loves the legacy, the learning, the wisdom, and the praises to God that fills pages of journals.  So.. more writing in there, less writing on here.

Happy Thursday Friends.

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It has been warming up here and last night after the girls were put down I slipped outside and sat on our little porch awhile.  The sun was still making the sky a blue color, but the few trees left (the land owner is slowly taking them down) around our community were stark black.  It was cooler outside and I just wanted some quiet.  At first all I could hear was the quiet of the neighborhood, but then as one minute turned to a few I could hear the bugs and the birds and the various country creatures making their sounds.  I could hear cars turning into driveways down the road and neighbors shuffling their locks and closing their windows.  We are such a sensitive creature.  It only takes us time to grow accustomed to our  environment.  A few years (or even months) after a birth and no matter what the mother worked through in labor it is almost all forgotten, and her heart  yearns  for another.  A man stops drinking  caffeinated  drinks and a few months later even a sip of coffee leaves him feeling jittery, on edge, and wired.  Turning off the local television  broadcasting  will leave you almost horrified some time later when you witness an insulting television program or a body soap commercial.  We were made extremely sensitive for a reason, and although I do not claim to know why, I have to believe it was for a purpose.

I was only out for a short while before my husband led out Little W by the hand to show her where I was.  She had gotten quite worried when she searched the house for me after waking.  I brought her on my lap and told her about the quiet.  We looked at the black trees, which are normally brown and green and vibrant.  We watched the stars and the clouds that could still be seen. We listened to spring bugs calling to their mates, and even a few dogs howling from far off.   Even though everything is the same, things look differently in the dark.  

After my daughter went back to bed I thought more about the sensitivity of light and darkness.  How we can become accustomed to seeing things in one way because of what light illuminates it.  How often do we accept what is in front of us because we are seeing it with dulled vision…

I am still thinking on these things…

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Thanking for a sore throat today.  In my growth to be more quiet and sober, I am reminded quite  acutely that I am not nearly as quiet and sober as I could be.

Have a wonderful Tuesday!


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