tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46412607471566663242012-01-25T20:36:28.730-08:00Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486082592484319743noreply@blogger.comBlogger8621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641260747156666324.post-48245352145647878792012-01-23T22:26:00.000-08:002012-01-23T22:26:47.640-08:00

Today we had respite from the rain.  We've been battered by storms almost daily since I posted last.  So this is Winter on the Oregon coast.  I don't mind, these storms have a beauty of their own.  But when we woke this morning and the sun was out, it was like coming up for air.  We ran to the beach for two hours.  I think our lungs are full and ready for what next may come. There's

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that the weather around here lately wasn't very Winter-like? Well, somebody heard, and decided to remedy the situation. We had some snow, just a little, which is a bit of a rarity around here. The boys were so pleased, and I must say, so was I.  Snow is nice when your cupboards are full, you have no where to, and the fire keeps the house so toasty.   We've been reading The Long

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We've been having the most beautiful weather.  It doesn't feel like winter.  It doesn't feel like anything.  I like it.  I like it a lot.  We went for a walk on the beach the other day and found a most awesome fort.  Drift wood and beach grass, sea shell decor, and even a photo of a past inhabitant? possible architect?  I plan to add our pictures too.  We've been adding to it.

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joining Ginny This is the sweater I started for Dan about two years ago.  Now, I haven't followed the same pattern the whole time.  I started a Debbie Bliss pattern with a cute, retro, color-work pattern and I finished the entire back before I realized I messed up the tension - big time.  The back is actually still rolled up in my stash.  I couldn't bear to frog it yet.  It looked so pretty,

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So I have another major knitting project to photograph and show, but the weather is funky (not the best for picture taking), and honestly, so am I.  I've come down with the bug that everyone has had, though I seem to be fairing much better.  Possibly do to my regimen of elderberry syrup and kombucha???  Who knows?  Though, I'm not ruling out Divine intervention.  So while I've been getting

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On this, the first day of 2012, we played at the beach.  Well, the boys played.  I sat with Daniel.  Poor Daniel.  Poor everyone, really.  You see, we had our most beautiful Christmas day, and then hurried the next morning to drive to Seattle and see all our family.  We made it as far as Portland before John got sick, (the flu) and since James had just had the bug before Christmas, we knew it

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Merry Christmas! I'm about to go relax with my love right now, but I just wanted to post and say what a beautiful day this was for us (the kids kept saying it was "the best Christmas ever!") and I hope it was for you too.  Christ is born! Glorify him!

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It feels like since it's the week before Christmas, all my posts should be about Christmas related stuff.  Well this is not.  We busted out the red huckleberry jam this week.  I made the boys (especially that very large boy) save it till Christmas, as we only had three small jars.  Every time I see these jars on the shelf, I'm reminded of where they came from:  One beautiful summer afternoon

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I think we have an 80's Christmas going on.  I found a little, fake tree down in the basement with colored lights, tinsel and all.  The boys really liked it, so we put it up.  Dan wants to go get a real tree.  I'm feeling the pressure lately.  I've always wanted to do more handmade gifts at Christmas, and this year we're really doing it, but I worry I may have bitten off more than I can chew. 

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We've been making some Christmas decorations around here.  Inspired by this, we made a little Christmas tree ornament.  I thought it would be a good one to do with the kids, but they just weren't that into it.  I think if I were to do it again, I would be sure to have all the pieces pre-cut for them (I was cutting and then handing them over as I was done), and maybe make holes in the middle.  

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What a nice relaxing weekend we had.  We got the house nice and tidy on Friday and then just stayed in all day on Saturday. So no worries about chores and we ate leftovers all day.  It was a nice, and fairly responsibility-free day, so I got to do some sewing.  I had thrifted this perfect, practically weightless, shear fabric for making produce bags, so I got a few of those done. My second

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Happy feast of St. Nicholas! We read our little collection to St. Nickolas books, and the boys were pretty excited to find candy canes in their shoes this morning, along with some erasers (which are really just played with), new markers, and some notebooks I made like these.  Finn was baffled that St. Nicholas brought just what the boys had asked for.  That St. Nick, he's so darn clever

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Well now.  I can't really believe it's December 1st.  How slowly these days moved when I was a child.  How quickly they whisk by me now. We went to visit family for Thanksgiving, leaving a day earlier than expected, because a storm was blowing in that was threatening to flood the road out of town.  As it was, we traveled over the river, through the woods and snow, to grandmother's and

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joining Soule Mama this week in this moment

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Well, here's my post, so you can guess the house is still standing.  Man, it's been windy and rainy.  A couple of days ago, it was just gorgeous.  We went exploring and found a baby seal resting on the beach.  We even spotted his mama just a little ways out in the water, who was apparently fishing.  I'm so thankful we get to live in the midst of such beauty. I have itchy sewing

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The wind is blowing so hard outside, our little house is shaking .  If I don't blog tomorrow, I may have been blown away. I finally finished this little cardigan over the weekend, but I have yet to put the buttons on.  I was going to do it today, but woke with a terrible cold, so things have been running on sick-mama mode.  We all know that mode, don't we?  But seriously, there's been far less

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Today starts the St. Phillip's fast. I've wanted to do Advent differently for years now, and this year I'm finally going to do it. At the risk of sounding rant-y, here it goes:  I'm tired of the commercialization, I'm tired of all the stuff.  I'm tired of how stark and naked the world feels on December 26th.  I don't want to celebrate Christ's birth before Christmas. I'm sick of being sick of

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We had an action-packed weekend.  Grandpa Doug came, we almost went to a chowder festival (can you imagine three little boys not spilling hot chowder in a packed, standing-room-only venue? So we stood in line for a few minutes until Daniel regained his sanity and then we went to a restaurant), got some major thrift store deals, played putt-putt golf, watched daddy hit 80-mph balls in the

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We went to the beach to look for glass balls today.  We didn't have any luck, but we'll try again.  We've been having some weird days lately.  Both Dan and I thought we were coming down with colds, so we loaded up on echinacea and garlic and cayenne pepper, and my goodness, I'm pretty sure we beat those colds. Or else we just imagined them to begin with. One of the two. Then James pulled some

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I can't remember if I've mentioned, I'm too lazy to look back, but the house we're living in is an old farm house.  And if there is a farm, there is quite often a barn.  Sadly, it is quite run down.  And creepy. With piles of owl poop a-plenty.  We were a little stir-crazy yesterday, the rain clouds parted, so we went outside exploring and ended up at the barn.  The air outside is

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We've been having rainy weather.  It's time for some sunshine toast.  Good morning!

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Poor Finn has been begging for a craft these last couple days, and when I saw Meg's post, I thought it was a great idea. For our leaves, I just traced a leaf cookie cutter I had onto some actual water color paper (I'm not sure if that paper was the best choice, as it doesn't soak up the paint and make that nice bleeding effect. But it was good in a way, because the boys wanted to keep dousing

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I've been wanting to post to the knit along for a while, as I've been reading all sorts of good books lately.  But I've been knitting that brown sweater for Daniel, and I've been so slow about it.  This week, I've taken a break from it and am testing a little pattern.  It's coming along quite nicely.  I'm reading Making God Real in the Orthodox Christian Home by Anthony Coniaris.  Now, I'm not

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I don't have many words today, mostly pictures.  I'm a soldier, tired and weary, on the front lines of a migraine war.  But we've been outside these days.  It was raining on our side of the mountains Saturday morning, so we drove through them and found the sun, a late tomato crop, and so much Fall beauty.  I'm picking up where we left off in the Ordinary Arts, though perhaps,

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I imagined what pictures I would take for these topics.  Pretty kitchen still-lifes with my grandma's old fashioned utensils and my vintage Ball jars.  Maybe take pictures of some muffins I was making.  Definitely my sewing space - once I had cleaned it up some.  My yarn stash looking so cute, and my fabric looking so tidy (I've folded it so nicely - I can see everything!)  Maybe picture or two

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This year, I feel, is about nuturing for us as a family.  Nuturing is part of our everyday life, of course, but when we made this move to a rural town - a move we didn't plan, it just sort of came our way - I couldn't help but feel that God was calling us to foster and nurture an air of growth and change in ourselves here.  As though this was a special time of retreat in our lives.  And thus far,

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A blog I enjoy, Are So Happy, posted this quote by St. Thomas Moore last week: "The ordinary arts we practice every day at home are of more importance than their simplicity might suggest."  With that Kyrie invited readers to join her this week in exploring the "Ordinary Arts" with a focus each day on a particular aspect.  I so wanted to participate, as this is something I've been thinking about

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My mom called yesterday morning.  She broke her foot.  In eight places.  I'm not exactly sure why she decides to break bones while I don't happen to live in the same state as her.  Maybe she doesn't like my cooking ; )  Poor mom.  So while I can't do much for her with physical help, we have been praying for a speedy recovery and a safe surgery next week.  When I told Jamie that his mema's foot

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This morning I came downstairs and looked out the window and saw patches of blue sky.  Dan and I downed our coffee, quickly fed kids, and raced to the beach.  It has been quite gray, and I've been down and out with headaches.  Blue sky felt like a breath of air, and we knew it wouldn't last.  I brought my camera and must have taken over fifty pictures.  We saw pelicans, walked through tall grass

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This carpet's so bad it's good.  Kinda like how Jamie's so stinkerific, it's cute.

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My grandma passed away during my great blog absence. Everybody thinks their grandma is the greatest, and I am a happy member of those ranks. Since then, my mom and some of her siblings have become the owners of the house and farm she lived on. Because the house was sitting empty, and because the job market for theologians is so darn fantastic (completely sarcastic), and because we really do love

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John and Finn started swim lessons.  Jamie sooooooooo wants to join in, but they don't have them for his age group.  Poor guy.  I'll need to take him to an open swim.  Anyways, they got new goggles and were so excited that they wanted to wear them on the car ride to the lessons.  And it's not a short drive.  I convinced them to let me take a picture instead and store them in the swim bag till we

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It's been party central around here.  Well, not exactly around here.  James had a birthday while my dad was here, and then we went back up to Seattle for the weekend to celebrate both Jamie and John's birthdays with 40 of their closest friends ;)  No seriously, there were over 40 people there.  When you are friends with people who have 5+ kids, and you know a few people like that, your party

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I made another Schoolhouse Tunic in some fabric my cousin gave me years ago. I think I needed to make it a size smaller.  I swim in it.  It makes it super comfy, but not super flattering.  And this outfit is super hand-made, as I made the scarf too.  A short post for today, (actually, I feel like that's pretty standard for me I guess - but I mean to write longer ones) 'cause I'm so tired right

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It amazes me (and yet, it doesn't) that four little logs can create such entertainment for this crowd.  I wanted to keep Finn and James where I could easily see them while I worked this morning, so I brought some wood from the wood pile over. They had so much fun, regardless of the misting, and wanted lunch there that afternoon. p.s. In contrast, the boys are currently in the kitchen, laughing

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Hope she doesn't mind a little mess, I'm still trying to put the boy's room together. John lost another tooth today.  He's quite proud.  He's holding a rock in that top photo, but doesn't it look like it's supposed to be his tooth?  I didn't even realize he was holding it when I took the shot.  He's so funny.

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participating in Taryn's gratitude Sunday this week ~I'm grateful for spur-of-the moment trips to the beach, and for the fella's with which I make these trips. ~I'm grateful for Fall crocuses.  I had never even heard of these.  I thought these poor bulbs were confused. I mean, it's chilly on the coast, but not that chilly.  Then my aunt informed that these were Fall crocuses.  The look so

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We figured out where we were moving to.  And it's not located in any of these pictures above.  But they're pretty cool views, no?  Say what you will about the weather, it's a pretty good looking place.  We took the boys up to the top of the Columbia Center a few days before we left town.  It was the last thing on our check list of  "things to do in Seattle".  Now onto where we are.  We 

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There is this crow that is always perched on my neighbor's chimney whenever I get out of the shower.  Pervert.  So I showed him.  Took his picture.  Now everyone will know when they see this crow what a peeping-Tom he is. Yesterday, I took Jamie for a walk.  All of the sudden, this lady comes running out of her front door, wearing nothing but a bra and a pair of spandex shorts, runs past me

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Summer in Seattle.  Too cold to actually fill the pool.

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I don't know how Oona does it.  Always taking pictures of her creations whilst wearing them.  Looking darling doing so.  The top photo is the only one I managed to take where I'm actually looking at the camera on time - sadly, not in focus, however.  Anyways, enough complaining about my lack of skills (not to mention photogenic-ness).  The dress: Schoolhouse Tunic.  So when we came back from

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I just put the photo in and the red and green made me think of Christmas.  Anyways. I visited my parent's house the other day, and their basil was of monstrous proportions.  So I helped them out, went home with two cups of the green, and made some crazy delicious pesto. You've got to try it.  Who ever thought of putting feta instead of parmesan into pesto was a genius.  Oh, wait, was that me? 

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The last few days have actually been rainy, and I've been trying to figure out how to mentally get back.  Do you ever have that happen?  Go on a trip and then forget how to run you house when you get back?  Admittedly, this happens to me even when I have not gone anywhere.  Sometimes I just wake in the morning, amble downstairs, and wonder what it is, exactly, I'm supposed to be doing here? 

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We've been away on vacation, and now we're back, all freshly rested.  We stayed on the Oregon coast.  I've written and re-written and deleted several personal accounts of this place where we stayed for this post, but I can't bring myself to publish any of them.  All I can bring myself to say is; I miss my grandma.  Wanna here something shocking? I went without any internet access for five

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Jamie got into something in the backyard the other day and it reminded me of this picture of Finn.  While looking for the Finny photo, I sifted through so many other photos and posts.  It's funny to see one's blog style change over the years.  I used to complain so much about how naughty my babies were.  Don't get me wrong, my babies are still very, very naughty.  But I suppose they've

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We read the book Owls in the Family not too long ago, so the boys have been big fans of owls ever since.  I happened to look through the latest issue of Small magazine (btw, I don't look at it regularly, and was quite shocked by the little girl clothes - they make them look like little adults! and not in a good way. Anyways) and saw a little owl-egg carton craft and thought, "We could do that!"

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{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

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This picture does not seem very congruent with our weather. It is sunny and supposed to be close to 80 degrees today, yet the colors here seem so Fall-ish.  I guess brown wool will do that.  I've wanted to participate in Small Things' yarn along, as I, too, am pretty fond of books and knitting, but haven't gotten around till now.  I'm just starting The Good Earth, so I don't have much to say

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I hope you had a happy 4th.  John and Finn declared it "the best night ever".  I guess when your 5 and 6 years old, getting to stay up outside till well past your bedtime, eating copious amounts of cherries and desserts, and watching beautiful explosions could very well qualify as "the best night ever". These are really not very great pictures of fireworks.  I know.  And that's ok with me. 

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From my mom's garden. The raspberries are next.  I have big dreams of jammin' this year. Happy weekending to you and yours.

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Ahhhh...... the boys are apparently time-traveling right now, so I have a free moment to hop on the interweb. Here are two of the three dresses I made over the weekend.  Alas, I have no daughter.  :(  But I do have nieces. : )  And friends with a birthday girl : )  I just hope they fit.  I used my trusty Japanese pattern book for the big girl dress (I don't want to find a link, it's by Makie

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Some folks go for a morning stroll, others a morning swim.  Myself?  I like a little morning sew. I woke this morning and felt for a dress.  It's very nice dress weather outside. I had an old tank top that got a bleach stain on the front and had another cute floral print I was thinking of making a skirt out of, and just stuck the two together.  There are tutorials for this kind of thing out there

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After a rough morning, the little fellows are playing nicely outside. I'm so thankful for moments like these. All of them playing together. Happy, and not arguing.  There have been too many days where I feel more like a referee than a mother.  I'm sure it's due to a lack of order and direction during certain times of the day, so I'm working to remedy that.  The really difficult part, is that

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When one lives in Seattle, one should be of the mindset that the weather, upon waking, will be overcast and misty.  This should be a given.  Not that this always is the case, but because it often is.  But, when it is occasionally not overcast and misty, it's pretty darn amazing.  And it's nice to be surprised. (Note my choice of words?  I do not say "gray and rainy". That sounds too drab, and

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I know I said I was going to post a picture of the skirt I made.  And I started the post the very next day. Really, I did.  And when I finished, I read over it one last time and thought, "This is.............. boooooooring." Do you ever do that?  There's that odd little pressure to post, whether I feel like it or not, just so I can appear less flighty.  Then I figured it was pretty silly to write

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Flighty Girl would tell you how she feelz. I think I have just betrayed the contents of my running mix. Anyways. The weekend was most beautious.  And I sewed some.  Hopefully I can tell you all about it tomorrow.  And not break, break your, break, break your heart.

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So much time is being spent in the backyard these days.  I have my little container garden (my four tomato plants are missing from the above photo, though), and it's been fun watching the plants that live here grow.  I look forward to the day where I can put my seeds in the ground.  Where I can plant things like asparagus, and feel fairly sure that I'll be able to harvest the fruits (

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I found this blog some time ago in my hunt for home-stead-ery information.  I do love the idea of focusing on the gifts God gives and appreciating His generosity.  So I'm participating in Taryn's "Gratitude Sunday".   Here's my list for this week: ~Daniel's birthday was this week.  I'm so glad this man was born and that God let me marry him.  I don't want to get all crazy mushy, but I really

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And here I am wearing my husband's shirt.  No, not the white frilly one.  That's mine.  The skirt.  Dan is excellent at wearing out shirts.  Once he ruins another shirt, I collect them and put them in my stash to re-purpose later.  Well, I decided last Saturday that it was, in fact, 'later', and traced the shape of one of my skirts onto the shirt, sewed it up, and there you go.  This was my

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of all the weird things I do, this is a pretty good one.  As far as weirdness goes. When Dan got up this morning, he walked into the hall, then came back to tell me that Jamie must have had a dirty diaper in his sleep, as the whole house stank.  I told him to check him.  He came back to say James had not, in fact, sullied himself.  Dan proceeded downstairs to make coffee and realized the broth I

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After my little experiment with natural dye, I thought I might try it in our play dough.  Nothing tricky, just added a 1/2 teaspoon of turmeric instead of food coloring into my favorite play dough recipe.  I'm not a fan of having multiple colors of play dough going at one time.  I know, what a boring mom.  But they just mix it all and then nobody want to play with that ugly gray/brown stuff.(

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Ok, I didn't sew at all last night.  We opted for family art night, which sounds so quaint, but it was just a spontaneous occurrence.  It was fun, all of us sitting round the table coloring and drawing, till all 'h.e.double toothpicks' broke loose as a result of a certain 2.5 year old's lack of napping.  So then we all chilled in our jammies and listened to Dan read, My Side of the Mountain.  I

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Pajama pants from the Oliver + S pajama pattern.  Poor James and Finn.  They both asked what I was making for them.  John's been getting all the goods because he's grown out of everything, while they still have plenty of hand-me-downs.  I'll have to do something for them, just to make it fair.  I am planning on making more pants for John, though.  I've realized once you hit a certain age in

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I have a bunch of Dan's old pants, each harboring some flaw; a stain, a tear, etc. I've saved them thinking I would re-purpose them some how.  When I saw this, I knew I was good to go. So this is the second time today I made John put these on for our photo shoot.  This morning it was soooooo gray, it was impossible to take a decent photo. There just wasn't enough light.  So after we got school

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So here is my first piece for the kids clothing week challenge (the link is in my side bar, I'm too lazy to get another.) Even though my kids keep asking when it's going to finally get warm, I thought I'd be prepared in the event that the temps did in fact rise about 70 degrees (not that we've been even close). The pattern is from this book (I can't find a link to a store).  I made the size 6

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You know what?  Trying to take pictures of your clothes while you wear them is tricky.  I made a skirt.  I tried to take a nice picture of said skirt.  As you might be able to tell, I think I spent more time in front of the camera than the sewing machine.  John's a good help, though.  And always one to practice some smooth karate moves.  He's actually going to start up a martial arts class real

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for keeping that little suitcase full of felt material and packing it across the country.  You never know when you will need to make finger puppets at a moment's notice.

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We had a lovely birthday weekend, amidst battling colds and helping family move.  I really like 5.  It's such a fun age.    You know what else I like?  Kumquats.  That's right. Aren't they cute??  I tried them for the first time, and now I'm hooked.  They're so photogenic too. So 5-year-olds and kumquats.  Good stuff.

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I made a dress.  I totally need to finish adding the pockets and take in the sides, but I was trying out how it would look with the sweater and my new boots (thank you Katie, Pat, and Ryan!), so I thought I might take some pictures.  Little boys flock when they see the tripod set up.  I gave them a go with the remote. Showing James how to use it. Finn gets in on the action. There are like 20

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...simply add cute boys and a visit to the beach.

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Hey Leilani, here's the view from our deck I told you about. I've been thinking a lot about joy lately.  We are, after all, in a joyful season; the Easter season.  But it's funny, though.... a million times a day, I let little things steal my joy.  Perhaps it's a bit less like stealing than me just giving up my joy for some minor irritation.  It's a problem, no doubt, but I intend to work on it

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Well, ummmmm..... hello?  I've been away for a bit.  I mean, I've been here, just away from the blog. But I didn't mean to be gone so long.  Honest.  So in the event that you are reading this, and haven't cleared me from your readers to make way for less flighty bloggers, here's a bit of a re-cap: I first took a break because things were so hairy. Among a slew of other events in December (both

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Yesterday I woke up and did not know what day it was. I had to actually ask someone because without help, I really wasn't able to remember. Turned out, I was only two days off from my guess. Such is my state of mind these days. I'm just generally a little bit off. Not "off" like a bad mood, just in a way that nothing is easy. And really, that's ok. It's only taken me this long to realize that's

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they looked like diamonds to me

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happy thanksgiving!

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The weather report said there's a chance of snow this weekend.  We did not bring all our winter gear with us, so my dad was sweet and bought the boys mittens.  Now I've had issues with the boys and mittens in the past.  They don't like them.  They think they're for babies.  So when I saw the new mittens, and then I looked at the boys and saw those faces about to object to this thoughtful gift....

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oy.  So this is the stress of selling a house. We have a nibble.  No written offer yet, but the hope is that by Friday, there will be.  The hope.  The hope last week was that the offer would be here this Monday or Tuesday, now we hear Friday.  I'm still hoping, but I'm starting to wonder if this is the offer God wants me to hope for.  I hope so.  Because I want to be done.  I want to be home.  So

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I said the other day that I have more projects on the needles.  Here they are.  Those other shawls I made this summer were gifts, so I threw another on the needles for me.  But alas, I had not enough yarn, so I'm frogging it.  I started a sweater for James, and it's coming along well, except that I lost a needle.  I know I saw it in the car and thought, "I'd better put that somewhere safe...." 

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It's easy to tell. Just about half the shirts I own are striped, and the majority of the boys' stuff is too. They're just so nice, those stripes. Well, anyways. So my mom has been thinking about getting a sewing machine and finally did last week. And naturally, I've been hogging it.  Mostly I've done mending or quick alterations for some recent thrift store finds, but last night I discovered a

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I was supposed to go to a baby shower in Oregon this weekend, but it ended up not working out.  It was just a little too much after Dan's conference trip at the beginning of the week, and it turned out to be a good call, as sickness seems to have reared it's ugly head.  I was up with Jame most of the night.  I did make a little gift for the wee babe, though.  I've wanted to make one of these

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Jamie and his cousin Lulu, in a house with more than enough toys to go around, prefer to play with potatoes.  This picture is from last week, and it's the last on my memory card.  I haven't taken pictures this week (at least not on my camera, I took a couple on my brother's - you should see his and my sister-in-law's Halloween costume, I loved it!).  So no pictures, no posts... for a bit.  I

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Finn has been asking for the last couple weeks if I would make pumpkin muffins.  I make this recipe, but without the pecans.  We love them.  James has been suuuuuuuuuch a stinker lately.  Holy moley.  Terrible two's, yeah, yeah.  He's fighting naps, causing trouble, and doesn't show any signs of wanting to wean.  He wants to nurse all the time (and I mean all the time - he woke up to nurse

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We went to the pumpkin patch and it was so beautiful and scenic.  I pulled out my camera and started to click away when I realized I forgot my memory card in my computer.  Grrrrrr... So you'll just have to believe me.  Going to the pumpkin patch makes me want to be a pumpkin farmer.  Really, it's gotta be a pretty good life.  I'd have chickens and pygora goats too, cause chickens are just cute

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I mean son.

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So I finally managed to bring my camera with me to the beach.  It's not the only time I realize this, but, for some reason, when I am at the water I feel so especially blessed to be here.  We brought a little lunch and had a little picnic on the beach and then the boys played so happily.  John and Finn were making pyramids.  We've been learning about Ancient Egypt in our history.  It

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Today we visited the Ballard Locks.  We learned more about the life cycle of the salmon and got to see some cool boats go from the bay to the sound and vice versa.  After we left the house for our little field trip, though, I discovered I forgot my cell phone.  I wasn't about to go back home for it, but my goodness, it was anxiety producing to be without.  What did people do before cell

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Trees covered with lichen.  Doesn't it look like snow? Today was beautiful. We all went for a lunch time walk around the lake. These are the woods I grew up in. The trails flooded with memories. All good ones, too. Not only was it a beautiful day, but it was just a good day. The kids' school work went really well. Now that John is in first grade, school and the planning of our school

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Have a great weekend!

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Today we finished our school work just before Dan was about to head into the city for a lunch meeting. I offered to come along and drop him off so he wouldn't have to bother trying to park downtown. Don't I sound like a sweet wife??  Yes, well my ulterior motive was to have the car so I could hit up a thrift store.  After we dropped Dan off, I realized that it was in fact lunch time and I

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Growing up in the Pacific Northwest, every child learns the life cycle of the salmon. It's a pretty important fish around here.  And awfully tasty (I just had to add that).  There is a hatchery in town, and we took the boys down to see the salmon.  It's really quite amazing to see these fish jumping out of the water, swimming so hard against the current.  I'm feeling a bit like a salmon

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Aside from the fact that he's crying because Oppa's mower was too scary, I really liked how this picture came out.  No editing.  Just that early Fall light.

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but not a pic to post... My cousin and her husband are videographers and make amazing movies.  They were just blessed with a sweet little guy a few days ago and you should see their newest movie, it brought tears to my eyes. You should watch this one, and this one, heck, should should just check 'em all.  It just makes me want to get married and have babies all over again so I can have them

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more moving-car photography

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We went to the zoo. We picked more berries for a four berry tart. And we had another birthday. Now he is six. And I am in awe of these boys God has given me.

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Some one had a birthday this week.  I feel like I have no more babies.  Sort of. John and Finn were so sweet and helped to make their brother's day special with homemade decorations and cards. I made chocolate cupcakes from this cookbook.  The frosting was good, the cake tasted "healthy".  It was fine by my boys, though.  Such and stinker.  And a cutie.  I think I need another baby.

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...and nobody takes pictures, did they really even go at all? We went to the beach today.  It was perfect.  And also the second time I've been to the beach with the kids in the last few days and forgot my camera.  Precious moment after precious moment just lost, never to be recorded to digital memory. grrrrrr....... We did manage to have such a lovely time despite my itchy shutter finger.  One

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