Hello! It's Monday again!
We've been busy with wheat harvest, making bologna sandwiches and Pepsi floats, book club, learning how to ride horses, and begging mom for horses!
I'll be back again soon!
Monday, August 18, 2014
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Happy News!
Our family received the happy news this past weekend that my sister Amanda and her (now fiance) Vince are getting married!
We are so happy for them.
Our kids have been asking when they were going to get married from pretty much the first day they met Vince.
When they heard the news, Teresa said, "Now we will get the uncle we always wanted!"
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Garden Walk
How about a mini flower garden walk?
The stars of 2014 are the echinacea, which have taken over a good portion of the perennial bed. I am letting them take over, however, since I love them so much.
I didn't think any black-eyed Susans survived the winter until just the other day when I saw one plant peeking out from the back of the garden.
One thing I remember about visiting Duluth several years ago (on the best/worst vacation ever) is that most everyone had echinacea and black-eyed Susans in their flower gardens. I figured if they grew in northern Minnesota, I could get them to grow here, too. And they did!
Next, I ventured out to the north end of our farm and found my favorite weeds--wild sunflowers.
Teresa was more than happy to pose for a photo.
Rachel was too busy, but I caught her anyway.
The boys no longer take flower photos, but they WILL be taking the mandatory wheat harvest photo very soon. :)
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Some Cranio for your car
The Cranio Care Bears have just released these adorable window clings. I can't want to get mine!
Although we didn't discover the Cranio Care Bears until after Rachel's surgery, our family is so excited about what they do for children and their families facing cranio surgeries. Last month the organization set a record for care packages in one month--nearly 100!
For more Craniosynostosis Awareness items, and information on craniosynostosis, visit www.craniocarebears.org.
Monday, August 4, 2014
I get twitchy.
It's 8:39 and I'm twitchy.
Why? Because it's 8:39, and even though I put my children to bed at the appropriate time, one of them has come back upstairs and it milling around, reading over my shoulder, playing in the Scentsy warmer in the bathroom . . . . I repeat the old Mercer Mayer book title, Just Go to Bed! so often in these cases.
What's that? Ahhh . . . the child has wandered back to bed.
Twitching has subsided.
It's funny, but over the past--almost 11--years, my body has developed the ability to internally know when it is 8:00. If I feel myself starting to get unusually impatient, I can pretty much guarantee that the clock has slipped past our children's set bed time. It's probably because there have been plenty of days over the years that I have told it, "We just need to make it to 8:00, body, we can do it! Just twelve more hours!" Now it knows it is a finish line of sorts.
Even though life around here isn't as intense as it once was (most days), I still start to get twitchy when it is after 8:00 and there are still children wandering about. We spend a lot of good, quality time together during the day. GOOD and A LOT. So, 8:00 is bedtime and that is that.
It actually makes it very easy to start a new school year in the fall. We don't ever have to get back into the bedtime routine, because for the most part, it has stayed the same.
Sometimes, of course, summer calls for staying up past 8:00, and there have been several evenings away from home that I've had call on a few more mom super-powers and get over it. When we're on vacation, for example, and parenting needs to be done after 8:00, I often default to Dad. Really, anything more than, "Mom, can I have a glass of water?" is too much for me to process at that point. Mom needs a recharge.
Now we've reached the magic hour again, when I am only equipped to make one decision regarding my immediate future--ice cream or a Raz-berita on ice?
Why? Because it's 8:39, and even though I put my children to bed at the appropriate time, one of them has come back upstairs and it milling around, reading over my shoulder, playing in the Scentsy warmer in the bathroom . . . . I repeat the old Mercer Mayer book title, Just Go to Bed! so often in these cases.
What's that? Ahhh . . . the child has wandered back to bed.
Twitching has subsided.
It's funny, but over the past--almost 11--years, my body has developed the ability to internally know when it is 8:00. If I feel myself starting to get unusually impatient, I can pretty much guarantee that the clock has slipped past our children's set bed time. It's probably because there have been plenty of days over the years that I have told it, "We just need to make it to 8:00, body, we can do it! Just twelve more hours!" Now it knows it is a finish line of sorts.
Even though life around here isn't as intense as it once was (most days), I still start to get twitchy when it is after 8:00 and there are still children wandering about. We spend a lot of good, quality time together during the day. GOOD and A LOT. So, 8:00 is bedtime and that is that.
It actually makes it very easy to start a new school year in the fall. We don't ever have to get back into the bedtime routine, because for the most part, it has stayed the same.
Sometimes, of course, summer calls for staying up past 8:00, and there have been several evenings away from home that I've had call on a few more mom super-powers and get over it. When we're on vacation, for example, and parenting needs to be done after 8:00, I often default to Dad. Really, anything more than, "Mom, can I have a glass of water?" is too much for me to process at that point. Mom needs a recharge.
Now we've reached the magic hour again, when I am only equipped to make one decision regarding my immediate future--ice cream or a Raz-berita on ice?
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