Sweet Nest

Potted Spring At the Front Door

2012-02-13T15:57:00.000-08:00

Do you have the spring itch to start planting yet? I kind of do ...

Operation Healthy Snack

2012-02-08T13:52:00.000-08:00

It's a hefty snack if not a full-on lunch. Hummus and pea-pods, apple slices and smoked gouda cheese. Dip the peas and pair the apple and cheese. So good I'd almost give up pie.

Almost.

A Stack of New Towels and Happy Thoughts

2012-02-06T14:13:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow we celebrate our anniversary. Fourteen years. And if we count those sweet courting days, we mark 20 years together. Twenty! What a unique joy to already have so much history with each other.

After some frank discussions about the state of our bath linens, we decided it was truly time for some new towels! Bath towels that are fourteen years old, ripped, frayed, and dingy as all get-out? Mmmhmm. New white towels are a celebratory luxury indeed.

With a twinkle and a smirk, Pops told me he feels like a king using these new towels. And I love that about him.

No Greater Joy

2012-02-03T09:52:00.000-08:00

The Sunday before last, my children chose to be baptized. Oh happy, happy day.

Little Jane was the one who led the way. She's been asking to be baptized for several months now. What do you say when your 6 year-old begs you to be baptized? Yes! You say yes!

On the eve of her baptism, Peter and Lucette decided now was them time for them, too. And the three of them shared the day together. A shared memory made of declaring who their life belonged to. What a gift for us all.

Pops did the "dunking" as Jane labeled it. And before he did so, he read the verse we chose for each of them when they were just babes in arms:

Peter -
"Speak Lord, for your servant is listening" 1 Samuel 3:10

Lucette -
"Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights" James 1:17

Jane -
"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God" Matthew 5:8

And the verse on my heart that day?

"I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth"

3 John 1:4

Eyes of a Dove

2012-01-30T16:59:00.000-08:00

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Did you know that when doves mate, they mate for life? Once committed, they don't ever go looking again ... ever. And their eyes? They only look straight forward. They have no peripheral vision. They only have eyes for what is right before them.

I spent some time at a women's retreat this weekend. We worked through the Song of Solomon as seen as an allegory between Christ and His bride. Between Christ and us. I was far, far, more touched by the study than I ever expected to be.

He speaks in relationship to us. He calls us beloved. He calls us beautiful. He tells us our eyes are like doves. He knows the real us and He still tells us this.

Not distracted by all that is in the periphery. Not wavering in commitment. And beautiful to Him. This is who I want to be. This is who He sees me as. This is a choice for me to believe.

God is so good. The rains come and the rains ... they do go. Winter passes away and there is an ushering in of springtime. And the doves are heard in the land. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God.

Rejoice with me. God has ended a long season of rain in my life. And more than ever, I claim eyes of a dove. I choose to have eyes of a dove. Praise God.

"See! The winter is past, the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth, the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land."

Song of Songs 2:11-12

It's Already Melted, But It Was Fun While It Lasted ...

2012-01-18T15:56:00.000-08:00

A Good Use for a Common Thing

2012-01-12T16:29:00.000-08:00

Need to set that orchid stem straight? Pull out one of the chopsticks that your father-in-law brought back from Japan and a plain ol' bread-bag tie. Voila!

Busy Days

2012-01-10T20:37:00.000-08:00

I just can't get up any gumption to post, as of late. The days have been so, so busy. Lots of good that God has placed in front of us, just needing to scale back and focus on using my time on that which is most important. Ever have that feeling?

Taking an on & off approach for a bit. Hugs.

Shazaam! Simple Solutions To Common Conundrums

2012-01-03T13:17:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year! While I've never been one for radical resolutions, I do love the fresh-start feel to January.

Perhaps that is why I so enjoyed this post on this blog. While I have known how to fold a mean fitted-sheet for years (thank you, Mom), I never even considered most of these brilliant solutions to common conundrums.

Read through and tell me which are your favorites!

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Via: amy-newnostalgia.blogspot.com

Why didn’t I think of that?! We guarrantee you’ll be uttering those words more than once at these ingenious little tips, tricks and ideas that solve everyday problems … some you never knew you had! (Above: hull strawberries easily using a straw).
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Via: apartmenttherapy.com

Rubbing a walnut over scratches in your furniture will disguise dings and scrapes.
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Via: unplggd.com

Remove crayon masterpieces from your TV or computer screen with WD40 (also works on walls).
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Via: athomewithrealfood.blogspot.com

Stop cut apples browning in your child’s lunch box by securing with a rubber band.
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Via: marthastewart.com

Overhaul your linen cupboard – store bedlinen sets inside one of their own pillowcases and there will be no more hunting through piles for a match.
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Via: realsimple.com

Pump up the volume by placing your iPhone / iPod in a bowl – the concave shape amplifies the music.
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Via: savvyhousekeeping.com

Re-use a wet-wipes container to store plastic bags.
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Via: iheartnaptime.net

Add this item to your beach bag. Baby powder gets sand off your skin easily – who knew?!
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Via: realsimple.com

Attach a velcro strip to the wall to store soft toys.
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Via: flickr.com

Look up! Use wire to make a space to store gift wrap rolls against the ceiling, rather than cluttering up the floor.
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Via: instructables.com

Gotcha! Find tiny lost items like earrings by putting a stocking over the vacuum hose.
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Via: realsimple.com

Make an instant cupcake carrier by cutting crosses into a box lid.
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Via: stephmodo.com

For those who can’t stand the scrunching and bunching: how to perfectly fold a fitted sheet.
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Via: sprwmn.blogspot.com

Forever losing your bathroom essentials? Use magnetic strips to store bobby pins (and tweezers and clippers) behind a vanity door
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Via: realsimple.com

A tip for holiday packing. Store shoes inside shower caps to stop dirty soles rubbing on your clothes. And you can find them in just about every hotel!
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Via: familyfun.go.com

A muffin pan becomes a craft caddy. Magnets hold the plastic cups down to make them tip-resistant.
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Via: unplggd.com

Bread tags make the perfect-sized cord labels.
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Via: kiboomu.com

Bake cupcakes directly in ice-cream cones – so much more fun and easier for kids to eat. Definitely doing this!
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Via: squawkfox.com

Microwave your own popcorn in a plain brown paper bag. Much healthier and cheaper than the packet stuff.
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Via: jengrantmorris.blogspot.com

Brilliant space-saver: install a tension rod to hang your spray bottles. Genius!

Via: 9gag.com

Win friends at breakfast with this heart-shaped egg tutorial. Aww shucks!

Via: wilton.com

Turn your muffin pan upside down, bake cookie-dough over the top and voila – you have cookie bowls for fruit or ice-cream. Click here for recipe.

Via: realsimple.com

Freeze Aloe Vera in ice-cube trays for soothing sunburn relief.

Via: lifehacker.com.au

Gutter garden: Create a window-box veggie patch using guttering.

Via: re-nest.com

Use egg cartons to separate and store your Christmas decorations.

Treasures Abound

2011-12-24T12:12:00.000-08:00

Christmas Eve baking, music listening, excited bouncing, and pinecone glittering. Treasures abound.

Merry Christmas.

"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth,

where mothand rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.

But storeup for yourselves treasures in heaven ...

For where your treasureis, there your heart will be also."

Matthew 6:19-21

Clean-It-Out Day

2011-12-23T15:38:00.000-08:00

In expectation of all the Christmas extravaganzas, today has been "clean-it-out" day. Boxes from Amazon shipments and scraps from wrapping have all been isolated and pitched with verve.

And while we're at it ... the children were enlisted into service as well. Since they are undoubtedly getting new goodies, it is time to cull out the old. Empty bins and shelves in the closet? This is a good thing. Kids are remarkably willing to clean when it involves making room for anticipated treasures.

A kid tip? Collect 3 empty bags. A big ol' garbage bag in the hall for trash (there will be lots ... why is this always so??) and two other bags for each kid (paper grocery bags work great). One for giveaways and one for "I don't know what to do with this so I'll ask mom."

Is the house now a picture of tidy perfection? Of course not! But it's better than before we started and that is a great thing.

Operation Smile, Chocolate Style

2011-12-21T10:08:00.000-08:00

I've begun to feel challenged, lately, to find more opportunities to smile with my neighbors. A quick wave as I drive by or a chat at the mailbox are easy to do. But in the wintertime, when we are all clustered indoors, we see each other very little and it's too blasted cold outside to really visit on the sidewalk over recycling bins.

But yet, I've had this nudge. Reach out. More. Keep it simple. Show you care. Bring a smile.

I can do this.

So this year we mixed up a ridiculously easy hot chocolate recipe that slaps together faster than a bejeweled Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye musical number. (Have you seen "Sisters"?? Watch the ladies first and then watch those boys. One of my favorite old-timey movie scenes ever).

Once made, we spooned into containers, wrapped in string and tied on a little note. The girls and I delivered small tubs of hot chocolate mix to our frosty and hermited cul-de-sac. And you know what we got? A lot of smiles.

We pray for opportunities to show His love, right? Here's a nice, simple, chocolately one that's a sure-fire winner.

• Pass-It-On Hot Chocolate Mix •

8 c. powdered sugar (1 c. more if you like it on the sweeter side)
4 c. cocoa
10 c. powdered milk (or one 8qt. box)
4 t. salt
8 t. cornstarch
a couple good shakes of cayenne pepper

Mix all together, spoon into air-tight containers or baggies. 2-3 T per mug of hot water or milk.

**Takes me two batches to make up enough to pass out to neighbors and friends.

Skipping Rocks and A Mama's Heart

2011-12-19T19:01:00.000-08:00

At first, while rummaging his closet, I thought I had just been negligent. How can he have grown out of all of his long-sleeve shirts? What has this poor boy been wearing these last months?

But then later, while watching him skip rocks with more skill than I'll ever muster, I realized ...

... he's just growing so quickly. My mama-heart is both wistful and joyous all at once.

A Christmas Thank-You Gift

2011-12-16T10:06:00.000-08:00

Personalized pencils for teachers along with a little festive zippy pouch (made from a vintage table-cloth and red ticking!). Affordable, practical ... and still awfully cute.

On the Tree and Throughout the House

2011-12-14T19:45:00.000-08:00

We don't really collect nutcrackers, but we seem to have amassed a number of them throughout the house. Kids are so drawn to them, aren't they? Both a bit human and a bit imagination.

And if they are "working" nutcrackers, beware of fingers. We have a six year-old loose in the house who will attempt to crack yours in the big red fellow's mouth if you aren't on your guard.

Advent in the Heart and Home

2011-12-13T12:13:00.000-08:00

I'm guest-posting over on GraceLaced, authored by my friend, Ruth. She is a fellow busy-mama who does wonders in her home and with her kids ... and isn't afraid to expose the less than shiny parts of life. I love people like that.

Here is the post:

Merry Christmas, friends! It was with great joy that I accepted Ruth's request to share with you, some of our favorite advent-season traditions. Over time and through much trial and error, I have realized that any traditions we have grown to love have been ultimately rooted to two things: Expectations and Simplicity.

Expectations can be a killer. It can drain joy and smiles and leave behind a colander full of disappointment.

It has been my experience that deciding ahead of time what will become a treasured moment ... doesn't always fly. Turns out, people don't like to be bossed into special moments. And believe me. I've tried. Sweet traditions seem to evolve on their own accord. Yes, they often require a little effort or forethought, but they may or may not "stick." Initially, they are best offered up without expectation.

In thinking of what traditions, specifically, have meaning for us, I realized I couldn't ask that of myself, but must ask the children what their favorite traditions are. My husband and I have offered up all sorts of Christmas season experiences over the years, but in general, their response is the deciding factor in what "sticks" and what doesn't. Here is what they said they loved:

Cozy

Cozy to them meant candles and Christmas CDs, twinkling Christmas trees, and stockings hung. Baking cookies, reading books, piecing puzzles, and watching old movies. It meant time together. Atmosphere. All of the little stuff that added together becomes tradition and memories. Not complicated. Not even specific. Just Cozy. Your cozy may look different than our cozy. Don't try to measure up or compare. What you are already doing is enough and it's special.

Advent Readings

For the last four years we have read one of the books from Arnold Ytreeide's series. We light the advent candles and cuddle in for a good nightly read. The stories are exciting, they reinforce God's plan for His people, and they remind us of who Christ is for each of us.

Rice and Beans Night

Each Sunday of advent we replace the evening meal that we normally would have with one made of rice and beans. This is to serve as reminder to us of all of those in this world that would be grateful for such a simple meal. You'd think the kids would grumble but I'm always surprised by their enthusiasm.

The money saved by making this our meal is represented by a dollar bill placed above the plate of each person. This gets tucked into our "Blessings Jar" along with any other donated funds from chores or savings. We choose some person or group that we know could use the gift and send it to them after Christmas. It's simple and not a huge amount of money, but a very real way to show the children how they can show love in Christ's name.

All three of my children agreed on these three as their favorite traditions. It's not the activities, really, it's the intent and the togetherness. It's what has emerged as special to our family.

So how to figure out what works for your family? It may be different than what works for ours.

However, next to managing healthy expectations, advocating Simplicity will bless any family. If it's complicated, someone is going to get stressed out or bored. Totally not the point, right?

Here are some tips I like to refer to as "Operation Holiday Simplicity":

1. Pray that the Lord would show you how to navigate this season in a way that would bring Him glory and honor.

2. Say "yes" to down time! Just because you have a day free doesn't mean you should fill it up with holiday plans. Be willing to let fun opportunities pass by so you can fully appreciate those that you purposefully choose. Added bonus? You're making room for spontaneous jigsaw puzzle sessions or Christmas stories by the fire.

3. Do it if it is fun. Only if it is fun. Christmas cards? Only if you enjoy the process and won't groan at the postage. Of course we all love to receive them, but nobody will think less of you if you don't send them. Baking cookies? Bring me a plate if you spent a glorious day making them. But if you dread the making, the chilling, the rolling, the cutting, the frosting ... just make some hot chocolate and everyone is still happy.

4. Find simple, sustainable traditions that bring Christ into your home. We all have our favorites that work for us, but our family is learning to slow the daily pace down enough so we can truly set the focus where we want it to be and simply enjoy the season.

5. Let go of the expectations and just enjoy. This means being willing to bag the most brilliant idea if it isn't working for the family. This is a biggie for me. I'm prone to over-planning which can really be a drag for everyone else. Appreciating the days for how they offer themselves up is a skill I'd really love to make habit.

Truly, this is the season for expectations. But in all the treasured moments we find, may we remember our true joy does not come from that which we create. Let us hold loosely to our own expectations, and simply take on The Expectation of Christ. He is coming ... and in Him, our expectations will be met in full.

“I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people. The Savior—yes, the Messiah, the Lord—has been born today in Bethlehem!"

Luke 2:10-11

Potted Plant in Winter Sun

2011-12-09T15:22:00.001-08:00

Reflective Art

2011-12-06T12:24:00.001-08:00

I've been in the process of unearthing and framing some of the children's art and displaying in about the house. How has it taken me over a decade to finally do this? What's more, the children are near beaming with pride over seeing their art on display. Such minimal effort and such happy result.

Lucette painted this abstract tree when she was seven and I love it. I hung it right next to some vintage, granny-like botanical prints and the juxtaposition of style makes me smile.

And of course, decorated with Christmas tree lights makes for a most festive viewing.

My Loves

2011-12-05T14:08:00.001-08:00

The Creator Represented

2011-12-01T14:28:00.001-08:00

The routine physics of this created world sometimes stop me in my tracks. Marvelous realities that I often forget to marvel at. God could have made steam and it's properties to rise straight up ... yet He didn't.

Lucette Paints Still Life

2011-11-30T19:25:00.001-08:00

Shiny Kettle Conquered

2011-11-28T16:22:00.000-08:00

My tea kettle gets used daily. So she must reside on the stovetop and be routinely assaulted by myriad food and oil splatters. She gets all sticky, splattery, dusty, smudgy and wipe downs are rather futile. The tea kettle is hardworkin' gal, but rarely at her Sunday best.

I usually have at her with an SOS pad from time to time. It works ... mostly ... sort of. But today, I tried something new. Oven cleaner. I tend to shy away from nasty chemical cleaners such as these, but I had a most unfortunate fruit cobbler overflow in the oven not too long ago and something had to be done. Enter in: oven cleaner.

I purchased "fume free" and hoped for the best. I sprayed, I waited, I wiped ... and it was all clean. Wow. And then I sprayed down Miss Kettle and ... double wow.

After a nice soapy rinse down, she is nearly singing on her own. I think I may have to make room for an occasional chemical blast around here. Any thoughts or experiences of your own?

Golden Days of Autumn

2011-11-23T16:21:00.000-08:00

Tricky Little Ruby Jewels

2011-11-21T13:26:00.000-08:00

I have never purchased a pomegranate before, as I was downright scared of how one was supposed to get the tricky little jewels out. Someone told me to pare it and then twist it open. Nope. Didn't work. So then I turned to the trusty internet and found this brilliant instruction. No peeling or twisting, just chop in half, submerge under water and break apart membranes from seeds. Brilliant!

And oh, they are so good. Already eaten plain, drizzled with chocolate, on a salad, and atop yogurt with granola. How do you like to eat them?

**Super fun task to do with kids. Just don't be a dodo head like me and forget the aprons. My sweater is currently soaking in oxyclean.

Pops and Peter, Solving the World Energy Crisis

2011-11-18T16:17:00.000-08:00

The Science Fair Endeavor of 2011 is almost complete. I was the squawking schedule keeper, but otherwise, Pops and Peter were the masterminds in full.

And it's a good thing. If I'd been in charge we would have selected an experiment that had something to do with a dry bean or a shoelace. Never, never would I have ambitioned to test the efficacy of wind turbine placement and calculate the apportioned voltage. Say, huh??

I'm much better at sounding scheduling alarms.

And the boys ... well they are much better at whatever it is they manage to consistently do. I just allow them to impress me and then I go back to my beans and shoelaces.

It's a happy system for all.

At Breakfast with Her Scarf

2011-11-17T13:48:00.000-08:00

Pops Finds Art

2011-11-15T19:59:00.000-08:00

While we were off on our quick getaway trip together, we spent a day at a museum art market. Roaming musicians, dishes of local cuisine, and lots and lots of art booths. We looked with admiration and absolutely no personal expectation.

And then Pops found an artist that captivated him. He began describing his own evoked emotions in relation to the art. And they were deep.

This was a new experience. Pops doesn't normally talk art.

I was more than a little surprised to find ourselves contemplating purchasing a piece of this art. "Maybe we should go have a bowl of soup and think this over," I suggested. I was having trouble seeing beyond the literal, beyond seeing, simply ... a wooden Moses.

But then Pops began elaborating on the form, the expression, the deep conotations.

We went back to look some more. And I realized. Why can I not support what Pops sees as beauty even if it is not what I initially would.

And suddenly. The art had life and beauty to me too. Was it the art? Was it choosing to delight in that which delighted him? I think, perhaps both.

This purchase was, for me, a moment of intentional grace. A choosing. I wanted to write it off as frivolous. Yet how often does my husband smile upon my own desire for "frivolity?" How often does the Lord? The answer to both, is frequently.

When I look at the piece, I am now absorbed by the expression of mercy, agony, weariness, devotion. A body bent with trial, yet strengthened by grace. A sense of rememberence past and hope in promise. I see beauty. I see art.

To give is to gain. To yield is to receive. To support is to be lifted up. A grafting together. A joy. Beauty.

If some of the branches have been broken off, and you, though a wild olive shoot, have been grafted in among the others and now share in the nourishing sap from the olive root, do not consider yourself to be superior to those other branches. If you do, consider this: You do not support the root, but the root supports you. You will say then, “Branches were broken off so that I could be grafted in.”

Romans 11:17-19

Choosing Intentional Grace

2011-11-08T14:33:00.000-08:00

Have you ever noticed how good endeavors can sometimes lead to nit-picky difficulties? Little subversive issues to stand in the way of refreshment, growth and unity. Like arguments on the way to church? Yes, we've all had those. Same with date-nights and getaways ... often we can get derailed or undermined, our focus taken off of that which is truly important to us. Distractions or irritations to pull us off course. Suddenly we're arguing about granola bars. wet toothbrushes, and hurt feelings when we should be joyful in anticipation.

Over the years, we've noticed this pattern. But He is bigger and He is able! Once you know to look for it, it's pretty easy to spot those arrows of division. We've have been learning to call those moments out for what they are and to keep our focus on Him so He can clear the road ahead and make for smooth travels. We have to choose to give intentional grace for each other so those normal. hectic details we encounter lose their ability to fetter.

Off for some time with my honey, just the two of us. Praying God would use this time to build, build, build us up ... and to have us a little fun along the way.

Back after a bit!

Oil Pastels, Arcimboldo, and Dreams of a Too-Old Mother

2011-11-07T14:42:00.000-08:00

Peter and the girls have been studying Arcimboldo in their art classes. So awesome.

I kind of wish I was in grade school again. Think I could audit?

Just Waiting for the Sentiment to Be Expressed

2011-11-04T15:13:00.000-07:00

I love a good blank note-card. Perfect for a little letter of any occasion. (Why do I always seem to have plenty of 'thank you' cards, but so few multi-purpose?) When I found this giant Target pack on sale, I knew it was just the ticket. Sturdy, colorful note-cards with matching envelopes to boot.

Pretty paper always makes writing a letter that much more enticing, don't you think?

Operation Healthy Lunch

2011-11-02T22:26:00.000-07:00

Do you know about pepitas yet? Just pumpkin seeds without the hulls.

I like to buy them raw and toast 'em a smidge in a skillet and toss them on salads. It's tasty business.

What's more? The kids like them too. Booyah.

A Celebration of Color

2011-11-01T13:02:00.000-07:00

Normally, I would never think to pair dusty turquoise, rust and concrete gray, pumpkin orange, and a dash of foliage green. But in fall, all colors seem to get a free pass to mix and match at will. The rules get bent and the sight is all the more glorious for it.

Another reason to have an affinity for fall.

Assembled on the Coffee Table

2011-10-28T13:03:00.000-07:00

One of the perks of having big(ger) kids? Stacks of fun upon the coffee table.

I am still a little boo-hoo over the fact I have no pudgy-limbed doll-babies anymore, but there is always something new to appreciate about each stage. Books and candles be some of mine!

On the Foyer Table, Reminders and Otherwise

2011-10-27T09:43:00.000-07:00

Life has been a busy swirling for me, lately. The blogging has taken a backseat, for sure. So while the absences have been many, by demand, I find myself missing the documented beauty about me that blogging brings. A reminder in bountiful sources of lovely in what can be an otherwise scattered day. Busy is good. Being still is good. But gratitude amidst it all? That is where my true accomplishment can be measured ...

... not in clean bathrooms, not in tidy cupboards, not in blogging posts and not even in well-groomed children (I said it. My kids get ratty hair, dirty fingernails, and if I could remember what a fortnight is, I'm sure I haven't changed their bedsheets in at least that long).

Accomplishment is in being where God calls us and doing what he asks of us. Right now. For this moment. Until He moves us forward.

It's busy. It's hard. Submission and obedience aren't glamorous words. But He is so faithful. And I am grateful.

"Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay ..."

Ruth 1:16

Apple Cider and New Joys

2011-10-25T14:54:00.000-07:00

Isn't it fun to have fun friends? You know, the ones who have great ideas and invite you to share in their brilliance?

David and Apricot were pals with Pops and myself when we were all in high school youth group together. Somehow we managed to pair off and get married and still be in touch. Life has led us to different careers, different journeys and even different continents, but old relationships have a sticking power.

Besides. When those relationships are with people who like some no-nonsense fun, you make sure to stay on their invite-list.

This weekend we went to an apple-cider making shin-dig in their backyard. We all came with apples, mason jars, and portable children ... just to keep it interesting.

With all the heaving and cranking necessary, the men got to wield the massive strength they are naturally encumbered with and impressed us all. Particularly once the juicin' hit the cups.

I love meeting new people and going new places. It's a visceral need of mine. But old, dear friends can never really be replaced. So much shared history. People who remember the self-absorbed 16 year-old you... the one with the massive bangs and talent for pretending that you understood all those Monty-Python movies ... and they still like you.

For as the years go by, we get to match up all that we knew we always loved with all that is newly there to love.

And just from making some cider ... there is more joy.

What Does the Front of Yours Look Like?

2011-10-18T15:57:00.000-07:00

In My Slippered Dreams

2011-10-14T12:19:00.000-07:00

I've never been good at picking slippers out. Or maybe I'm just plain picky. I want a rubber sole so I can go outside and get the mail and I don't want fuzzy fluff because it gets matted down and dirty. I want slip-on slip-off and I don't want Pops to call them my 'clod-hoppers'. They must be stain-resistant because I will undoubtedly spill some dinner on them. And in my slippered-dreams, they would be something cute enough that I can wear with regular clothes during the day and not feel like a frumpy-schlump when I open the door for the FedEx guy or hop in the van for the carpool rounds. I told you. I'm a high-maintenance slipper girl.

But then I found these. The good ol' fashioned Minnetonka moccasins. They meet all my criteria and they are crazy comfy to boot.

Dreams can come true.

**PS-They run a half-size large!

No Effort Needlework

2011-10-12T14:51:00.000-07:00

I do love a good throw pillow. They seem to snazz up a room with so little fuss.

I found this piece of needlepoint in a broken 'ol frame at a thrift store for 99 cents. Pretty sad looking in the frame, pretty fantastic when paired with some flax colored cotton, a vintage yellow zipper and slipped over a fluffy pillow!

My favorite part? I get to enjoy this artful needlework without any of the effort!

A Trampoline Series

2011-10-10T14:16:00.000-07:00

Pops has wanted a trampoline for years. I resisted. I said the kids weren't big enough.

But then they got bigger. And we got a trampoline.

And we have had more fun than I ever imagined.

Even If You Aren't A Seamstress

2011-10-07T16:11:00.000-07:00

Everyone should own a seam ripper. If you sew at all, you already are quite familiar with this little item. A multitude of errors can be undone with a seam ripper.

But even if you can barely sew on a button, you really should have a seam ripper in your stash of odds and ends. They cost about a dollar and can whisk off an icky Target tag in no time.

Just stick the pointy end under one of the stitches until it slices the stitch in half. Work your way down the seam or stitch line. Before you know it that cheapy tag is gone and you haven't harmed your garment at all.

A New Cousin Arrives

2011-10-05T14:34:00.001-07:00

How to Roast Beets & Like It

2011-10-03T13:08:00.000-07:00

Do you like your beets yet? No? Well, I bet you are thinking of pickled beets. I don't really like those either. But roasted beets. Now, that's another story. Sweet, earthy, and jazzes up a salad like nothing else can. (Except maybe goat cheese. And almonds. And balsamic dressing.) And as an added bonus, if you eat enough, they'll turn your pee pink. That's always a kid-pleaser.

So grab some beets, chop the the ends off and give the stumps and leafy greens to your rabbits. Coat your beets in some olive oil, wrap individually in foil, and bake at 375 degrees for 45-60 minutes. Done.

After they sit to cool for a few minutes, unwrap, slide the peels off, and slice. Toss on salad, sandwiches, lentils, you name it.

I'm telling you. They're good.

Collected at the Park

2011-09-30T15:11:00.000-07:00

Sweet Memories and Posterity

2011-09-29T12:14:00.000-07:00

My mother was amazing. Not only did she create many memorable garments of my childhood ... but she saved them, too. They are treasures.

I, however, have been a consistent noodle-head over the years, forgetting to pull them out for the girls to have their turn. When they were little I was so overwhelmed in general, I just couldn't get my act together. I figured I could do it the next day. Or week. Or kid.

But then they got older and I would just plan ol' forget.

Until I'd stumble upon them and force my girls into them to take a picture. For posterity and such. Because if you can zip it up, it fits, right?

I remember wearing these coveralls while working with Dad on his white Chevy Nova. (With red vinyl bench seats that scald and stick to your sweaty kids thighs in the summer, thank you very much.)

Dad had a matching set of coveralls with an appropriate "Jack" patch. Naturally, I needed a patch too. Mama made me an "Anna" patch.

I felt so. loved.

So even though I am late, as usual, in appreciating the precious bits of past my mother lovingly saved, they are dearly appreciated, nonetheless.

And actually, overdue as it is, I've taken great enjoyment documenting my Jane for posterity ... because that posterior view is filling me with glee.

The Biggest Peach Pie I've Ever Made

2011-09-28T18:29:00.000-07:00

I prayed to Jesus the entire time I was working the crusts.

Birthday Celebration, Pops Style

2011-09-27T13:41:00.000-07:00

Saturday was Pops' birthday. Though some of us were feeling a bit puny from sore throats, we still had enough gumption for a little evening celebration. By request, we headed over to the notorious "poop fountains."

Frisbees were thrown (did you know Pops is a fancy-shmancy "ultimate disc" player?), chasing ensued, and acorn experiments launched. The scientific test performed? If you bounce an acorn off of Pops' forehead does it make a different sound if his mouth is open or closed? (It does. And it will leave a mark.)

We decided to forgo the birthday applesauce cake for consumption at home as the air was a little "briney" and not particularly conducive to the munchies.

So instead, we played a little Daddy-Monster and all agreed that he is pretty much the greatest thing ever.

**Pops would correct me that the disc in the photo is a disc-golf disc, not an ultimate frisbee disc. These things are important. I don't want to be responsible for any calamities due to negligent misrepresentation. Amen.

This is What Eighty Looks Like

2011-09-22T09:42:00.000-07:00

See this stunner? This would be Jane's Great-Grandmother, Gigi. Gigi is Pops' grandmother. Gigi turned eighty this year.

Va-va-voom!

(**Yes, those would be black stilettos she is wearing.)

An Afternoon with Macarons and Pearls

2011-09-20T17:18:00.000-07:00

When having a tea-party with the grannies, don't forget the macarons ...

... and a hat and pearls, of course.

To Pray Into Our Children

2011-09-19T14:00:00.000-07:00

For you have been my hope, Sovereign Lord,
my confidence since my youth.

Psalm 71:5

I have been thinking, lately, of what to specifically pray about for each of my children. For Peter? Confidence. Confidence in the Lord, confidence in who he is in the Lord. The kind of confidence that cannot be shaken, because He is faithful.

To Be Rooted and Built Up

2011-09-14T16:23:00.000-07:00

So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live your lives in him,

rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness.

Colossians 2:6-7

Ever know that God is calling you to something, but are waiting for his timing? After being involved with a women's ministry for a number of years, I've decided it's now my turn to serve at a deeper level. I'm excited, yet a tad intimidated by the commitment and responsibility.

The women I will be serving with are amazing, rooted women of faith. They are taking an active role in shepherding me and encouraging me so that I might do the same for others. One of the ladies said to me today, "You don't need to be the source, you need to go to the Source." Now that puts everything into perspective, doesn't it?

Like so many things God asks of us ... we have to hold onto Him to do any kind of a decent job. Because if we are resting upon our own strength, perched upon our own resources, we are at risk of washing away when the tide comes in. And the tide ... the waves ... they always come.

But in Christ, when we are rooted in Him and strengthened in our faith with a teachable spirit, the overflow is not overwhelming, but instead, thankfulness.

Now doesn't an abundance of thankfulness sound nice?

The Art of Poaching an Egg

2011-09-12T16:29:00.000-07:00

It's no secret I do love a well-prepared egg. Much like Sam-I-Am, I like them scrambled, hard-boiled, soft-boiled, or fried. I like them sweet or savory, in a frittata or quiche or omelet, I do.

But only recently have I dared the poached egg. I had no doubt I would fancy them, but cracking an egg into boiling water seems rather daunting, doesn't it? But. Risk taker that I am ... I dared to gamble.

And quite happy was I! Turns out you just need to bring a small pot of water to a gentle boil, add a teaspoon of vinegar (supposedly keeps the egg from separating, but I like the 'zing' it gives, too), and crack in your egg. Cook for 3 minutes exactly. (5 minutes if you want to avoid a soft-center, but why would you want to do that??) With slotted spoon, fish out of the water and place on top of sourdough toast spread with a little goat cheese and spinach. Salt and pepper.

Another reason to love breakfast.

Taking Care of Business, Girl-Style

2011-09-09T17:35:00.000-07:00

We've been on full lavender-alert over here. Scenting the playhouse, making sachets, brewing lavender tea, and contemplating a parfumerie.

It's serious business, being a girl.

So very much to attend to.

Sister Love

2011-09-08T15:59:00.000-07:00

When I took this photo, time stood still for a moment. It was though I was the observer, the outsider catching a quick glimpse of a treasured secret.

I hope they have a lifetime of moments just like this.

Celebrating With Ice Cream - Jane Turns Six

2011-09-07T20:09:00.000-07:00

The First Day, All Three

2011-09-06T13:47:00.000-07:00

I sent my baby off to kindergarten today. My littlest dear-heart. She was so excited this morning she was vibrating. I'm so grateful she has joy and excitement over the new experiences that await. She will shine and soar.

Myself? A touch misty over this transition. Moving from being a mama of littles to a mama of school children. Such a golden time this is for us right now, but I am amazed that the baby/toddler/preschool phase has been completed. Going. so. fast.

This picture makes me realize how much my Lucette has grown. Third grade? She is a young lady now, I am realizing. Sometimes I wish I could halt time and keep her little. But then I would miss out on all she is becoming. She is such an eager, willing, zesty girl.

And my boy. A fifth grader this year. He's all limbs, and brains, and band-aids, and smiles. I love this kid. He makes me proud in so many ways.

The three of them. Together. My abiding, goofy, reality-check joys.

We walked into school together today. Knee-socks pulled high, fresh haircut for the boy, new shoes ready for adventures to come.

The girl who can't wait, the boy who could ... but is ready, and the little one who still needs just a little bit of Mama. Thank goodness.

And here we go ...

The Working Wardrobe

2011-09-02T13:54:00.000-07:00

It can be hard to stay fashionable when the weather begins to cool but the summer chores still need to be done. Need some transitional pieces? Leggings and a lace scarf are the go-to items for fall, didn't you know. Chic and practical.

Making a Crisp-Topped Pie When You Pick Too Much Fruit

2011-09-01T13:05:00.000-07:00

What do you get when you combine this ...

With these?

Lots of empty bowls!

A Photo Series By Pops

2011-08-31T11:57:00.000-07:00

She was reading.

There was a welcome disruption.

Kisses were given freely.

Then an inquisition ensued. Soon followed by poses and smiles.

Summer Bounty Fresh & Roasted

2011-08-30T12:46:00.000-07:00

A dear friend, and true master gardener, gave me a bag full of the most gorgeous tomatoes I've ever seen. Deep, bright red, smooth and firm, and oh so sweet. Amazing. I have never, ever grown tomatoes even close to these magnificent specimens.

I've been eating them with my eggs in the morning, but decided to roast the remainders. Their flavor was so amazing fresh, I knew they would be simply inspirational with a little olive oil, salt, and sustained heat!

Slice into thick wedges and drizzle/rub with olive oil and a little bit of ground sea salt and pepper. Roast in a 275 degree oven for 3-5 hours, depending on the thickness of the slices.

While they roast, your house will begin to smell as though a Tuscan granny has been cooking all day. I kept going in and out of the house just so I could re-enter and inhale the magic once more.

Once they are fully cooked (there should be little if no moisture left), let them cool and then store in the fridge. If you can keep yourself from snacking on them like candy, chop them up for salads or pasta dishes or even in a sauce for some roast chicken.

A Perfectly Kept House is the Sign of a Misspent Life

2011-08-29T12:41:00.000-07:00

While I am still finding refreshment in my Joy of Less philosophy, I am loving this book, if not for the title alone. It's all about celebrating the beauty of home-life and not being too particular about perceived "perfection." Ahhh.

The hefty 250 plus pages are filled with photos, suggestions, ruminations and encouraging quotes such as:

"I think I am better at making a house warm, than keeping it organized."

Because that's what's it's really about, isn't it??

Parenting: Keeping the Oar In

2011-08-25T18:11:00.000-07:00

Ever get the feeling that your parenting years are rushing by?

I've been feeling that lately. As though there is a sense of urgency to pull myself out of my habitual complacency and stick my oar back in the waters. It's so easy to just float and let life move us down the stream. Whether I like it or not, our boat is moving. Life is rushing forward ... it's a beautiful ride, but there are plenty of rocks to run into.

Is my oar in or is my oar out?

Time to reexamine some of my own issues and habits and tidy up a bit. Time to refocus my prayers for my children and dig purposefully into the Word. Can you relate?

What is some of the best biblical parenting advice you've ever received?

The words of the mouth are deep waters,
but the fountain of wisdom is a rushing stream.

Proverbs 18:4

Just Looking at My Toes

2011-08-24T17:30:00.000-07:00

In Which We Watch

2011-08-23T11:48:00.000-07:00

We aren't big TV watchers, but my, how we love a good DVD. Between our local library that carries a staggering selection and our beloved Netflix, we have so many options that are free or darn close to it.

Inspired by Christian's list (which was most helpful in loading up our Netflix queue), I thought I'd assemble one of my own. Don't we all like a few recommendations? Not knowing where to even begin, I thought I would start with one of my most favorite genres: Food.

In no particular order:

1. Babette's Feast

Philippa and Martina turn down a chance to leave their Danish town, instead staying to care for their pastor father and his small church. Thirty-five years later, a French woman seeks refuge, and Philippa and Martina take her in. The feast the woman prepares in gratitude is eclipsed only by her secret in director Gabriel Axel's Oscar-winning drama.

2. Chocolat

Blown in by the north wind, an iconoclastic single mother and her young daughter move into a peaceful French village and open an uncommon chocolate shop during the height of Lent -- directly across the street from a church. At first, the shop's rich, sensuous desserts scandalize the town. But the villagers soon learn to savor the sweetness.

3. Tortilla Soup

In director María Ripoll's bilingual drama, widower Martin Naranjo is a Los Angeles restaurateur with a booming business and three headstrong daughters, who are all on the verge of leaving the house to pursue their individual destinies. He knows he must let go, but things get even more complicated when brassy neighbor Hortensia sets her sights on Martin.

4. Big Night

Despite its superb cuisine, an Italian restaurant run by immigrant brothers Primo and Secondo is on the verge of bankruptcy. But the siblings risk everything to save their bistro when they get the chance to cook up a feast for bandleader Louis Prima.

5. Julie & Julia

Amy Adams stars in this truth-inspired tale as Julie Powell, who decides to enliven her uneventful life by cooking all 524 recipes outlined in Julia Child's culinary classic Mastering the Art of French Cooking.

6. Mostly Martha
German director Sandra Nettelbeck whips up this tragicomic tale about an uptight professional chef named Martha, who finds her world turned upside down when she takes in her newly orphaned niece, Lina, and tries her hand at parenting. Martha's obsession with precision gourmet cooking extends to discussing recipes with her bewildered therapist and verbally attacking anyone who attempts to send her food back.

7. Eat Drink Man Woman
**Haven't seen this one yet, but it's in my queue! Has received great reviews.

Now it's your turn ... any faves for me?

*Keep in mind that you may need to use your own judgment upon viewing. While these movies either didn't contain material we found excessively offensive, or it was solvable with a little fast-forward here or there, your sensibilities may be different.

The Merits of Boredom

2011-08-22T12:52:00.000-07:00

While we have certainly had our share of day camps and lessons, I am a big proponent of facilitating summer boredom. For you see, in my experience, it's the unstructured expanses of time that invariably lead to the stuff childhood memories are made of.

They may start off rolling on the floor saying they are bored. But when mother is completely lacking in sympathy, a clothes-line is strung, buckets of soapy water appear, and the washing commences. Not to mention the tent held up by a stick and secured by boulders. (It's for the town mercantile, naturally.)

What's more, mother may be instructed to go away and not return until they are done. Ignore the children for a morning? Well, I'd be happy to oblige.

It's a win-win.

The Business of Getting it Done

2011-08-16T14:58:00.001-07:00

Getting caught up on projects around the house lately and readying for school. No time for blogging! Back after a bit, friends.

Old is New Again

2011-08-11T13:31:00.000-07:00

When I was little, I played cards with Nannie. Old Maid, Animal Rummy ... oodles of fun. Especially since the illustrations were so very charming. Imagine my delight when I found a reproduction set of the exact cards Nannie and I used to play with.

Perfect for family game night when the little ones want to participate but aren't quite up to Monopoly yet. And more perfect, still, for an afternoon match between Miss Jane and me.

What a Relief

2011-08-10T15:00:00.000-07:00

"... our adequacy is from God."

2 Corinthians 3:5

"Jesus Christ is able to untangle all the snarls in my soul, to banish all my complexes, and to transform even my fixed habit patterns, no matter how deeply they are etched in my subconscious."

-Corrie ten Boom

It Doesn't Take Much

2011-08-09T18:02:00.000-07:00

Don't you remember times like these as a child? Magic.

Noticing Milestones

2011-08-08T14:45:00.000-07:00

He still lets me love on him. He's good to me like that.

But there is no denying that the days are passing and he is growing up. Little milestones along the way assure me of that.

Like when the moment comes that you can say, "Son, hoist me upon your back!" ... and he can ...

... well, that is a milestone to be sure.

I love how he is still a boy. But before long ...

... he'll be a man. He has a fine example to look up to.

Ketchup Profundities or Something Like That

2011-08-04T19:00:00.000-07:00

Maybe you already do this, but I feel like I just cracked quantum physics. You know how the ketchup cap always gets nasty and crusty and gross? And how when you go to open it, you get old ketchup goo all over your fingers?

So here's the top secret solution. Before recycling the empty ketchup bottle, save the cap and toss in the dishwasher. Are you ready for this? You now have an extra cap. So when your still half-full bottle of ketchup has a cap that's all nasty and crusty and gross, you can toss it into the dishwasher and twist on a fresh cap.

There is always a fresh cap waiting. It's like the circle of life. Like watching The Lion King and eating a hot-dog while solving math equations. Or something like that.

The Joy of Less: Empty is Good and Other Priniciples to Live By

2011-08-03T17:23:00.000-07:00

I was excited to find how much of a chord was struck with you all in my Joy of Less post. Seems as though many of us are very challenged by the possibility of less stuff ... and actually being glad for the stuff we choose to keep. I received several emails asking me to keep exploring this topic with you all.

It is rather fascinating to find out how other real-life people tackle this dilemma. I feel the same.

I'm in love with the idea that empty space, empty shelves, empty cupboards and even empty bins is a good thing! This allows breathing room for that which we truly want. When stuff is "stuffed in" it's not doing anyone or anything any good.

Additionally, another one of the key principles I have been using on my purging "benders" is the whole useful, meaningful, beautiful tactic. It helps me do less waffling and more decision making. Here's my take on it:

Useful: Yes, I know it can be used and someone on this planet uses it regularly. But do you? Do you actually and regularly use the melon-baller, the 72 flower vases, or comprehensive set of ratty "painting clothes?" Or how about towels and blankets, socket-wrenches and aprons, dvd's and puzzles? If you truly use every item, great. Keep it. But if each item doesn't make your life consistently easier and more joyful than move it all along. The melon will come out with a regular ol' spoon.

Meaningful: Sometimes stuff isn't that valuable or useful, it's just meaningful. This area is a tricky wicket, because it's quite subjective. If the item in question was destroyed in a fire would you actually be sad about it? Is it a family christening gown that may be yellowed or a bit shabby but lovingly represents the generations of your family tree? Or is it an outfit that nobody really knows the story to and doesn't really care about but it's kinda old and somehow you inherited it. Are you keeping it just because you feel like you should? Is there guilt involved? As said in the book, "You won't hurt your stuff's feelings if you get rid of it."

Beautiful: Again, subjective, but valid. There are some pieces in my home that speak to me on a soul-level. The beauty of it registers with me deeply. Might be a book, or a plant, a set of curtains, or a travel tschotske. There isn't inherent value in the object itself, nor is there generations of family history. It simply speaks to me and a glimpse of it brings a smile to my face.

If an item in question does not fit into one of these categories I'm ready to move it along. And ... and this is a big one ... if you have multiples of an item worth keeping do you need all of them? Would keeping some be better than keeping all?

So tell me. Does this help? Tell me how this works for you. I'm interested!

(By the way, that Reisenthel basket in the above pic is sheer awesomeness. I've had it for over 5 years and literally use it daily. Library books, farmer's market, swimming lessons, picnics, you name it. The trick? Keep it empty so it's ready to use!)

Achieving Beverage Bliss and Carpal Tunnel

2011-08-02T14:05:00.000-07:00

What to do with an overly abundant supply of limes? Why, limeade, of course. Boil down 1c. sugar with 3c. water and add 1c. lime juice. Easy peasey.

Except, however, if you are using itty bitty limes because it will take you for-eva' and give you a massive hand cramp. Get the big ol' Persian limes and you'll stave off early-onset arthritis. Just sayin'.)

Choosing to Rejoice in the Sacred

2011-08-01T12:39:00.000-07:00

Transitions in life often come with pain or at the very least, discomfort. But so often there is joy to be had in the mix of it all. In fact, dare I say that in Christ, there is always joy to be had ... if we are ready to receive it?

Well, I want to receive. There is no denying that difficulty and grief is part of life that God allows into our lives. This is real. This is hard. But I don't want to miss out on the blessing of joy and thanksgiving simply because I am too busy "transitioning."

Not to be all preachy today, I'm only speaking for myself and where I am at. But I choose to praise Him today. And why? Because I have heard God's word and He helps me to understand.

"... 'This is a sacred day before our Lord. Don’t be dejected and sad, for the joy of the Lord is your strength! ... Hush! Don’t weep! For this is a sacred day.' So the people went away to eat and drink at a festive meal, to share gifts of food, and to celebrate with great joy because they had heard God’s words and understood them."

Nehemiah 8:10-12

The Joy of Less

2011-07-29T10:04:00.000-07:00

Lately, I've been telling everyone I'm on a cleaning "bender." Pops keeps telling me not to use that word. He says the connotation is specifically for drunken binges. Like a weekend of wearing one of those hard-hats with spots for two beer cans and tubing that goes straight from can to mouth. Hmmm. I could never make that work with one of my outfits.

So while I am decidedly not riding any carnival of inebriation ... I do feel rather drunk with the desire to reduce. our. stuff.

A couple of months ago, I picked up a book at the library called The Joy of Less. I've got to tell you, I found it inspiring. Sure, the author is a bit extreme. She got rid of her bedframe so she didn't need to have night-stands and could just stick a lamp and a clock on the floor by her head. Uh, yeah. I'm soooo fine with having a bedframe and night-stand.

But, peppered throughout the book were really excellent bits of wisdom. Some of them quite logical and familiar, and others shocking. Such as ... Apparently, buying more transparent bins to "organize" junk still leaves me with stacks of prettily-boxed ... junk?? You mean, spending half a paycheck on bins might not be the solution to all organizational woes and world peace? You mean if I get rid of stuff in the bins I'll have empty bins on hand? Part of my brain just exploded a little bit.

Amongst the scattered nuggets of truth, the main thing I took from the book was to be intentional about stuff. Stuff isn't bad or evil. Stuff isn't the problem. It's the hold that it can have over us that is. This resonates so deeply with me. Does my stuff make my life more full or just fully overwhelming. I'm realizing that the "stuff" I actually want to have around me really can actually fit into at least one three categories: Do I find it truly useful? Do I find it truly meaningful? Do I find it truly beautiful? Intriguing, right?

The result for me, is utter pleasure of pawing through the house ... just little manageable bits at a time ... and determining if I use, find precious, or just love an item. And if not ... it is my joy to be done with it. Liberating, I tell you.

And get this. I have not used my label-maker, bought a bin, or strapped alcohol to my head. "Bender" or not, I think I'm becoming addicted to wanting less and truly loving what I possess.

Does this resonate with you, too?

There She Goes

2011-07-28T14:33:00.000-07:00

Jane Rides Her Bike

2011-07-27T12:11:00.000-07:00

Today, somebody wanted to go for a bike ride. Her mama suggested we take the training wheels off. The little girl, wide eyed and be-smiled ... agreed.

Out came the wrench, off came the clackety wheels. One try, two tries, three tries go. The little girl was determined.

And the little girl succeeded. Celebrations ensued. But not too gregariously 'cause that would be embarrassing. We're cool.

The mama watched and watched as the newly minted bicyclist rode and rode. Plans were made for cookie baking and stories to regale the family. After dinner they may then come outside to watch and cheer. Then we will give them a cookie.

Cookies are good for celebrations.

Serving up Easy Summer

2011-07-26T17:21:00.000-07:00

As we were walking out to her patio for a late-afternoon chat, my Mamasita offered a glass of sparkle with some lime. So refreshing! Because every good idea I've ever had I have stolen from someone else ... I've now equipped myself with a case of Pellegrino and an equally large mess of limes.

The Pellegrino is chilling and I have limes wedged and ready to be squeezed. Come on over and I'll fetch you a glass.

Rare Sighting: A Family Photo!

2011-07-21T16:03:00.000-07:00

Glacier Natl. Park, Avalance Trail

Life, On the Nose

2011-07-20T10:19:00.000-07:00

I used to be very self-conscious about my nose. Once gone the stubby cuteness of youth, my adolescent self was not prepared for for my Italian genes to show up in full-force. In my eyes, I was the bearer of a proboscis of colossal proportions. A nose that walked before me and announced my impending arrival.

"It's very regal, Anna" my mother would say. "Roman and stately. Unique." I wasn't buying the 'regal' and 'Roman' and 'stately' were not what I wanted to embody. And really, 'unique'? Blending in was far preferable to standing out. I wanted darling, small, impish. And while you're at it, change my name to something adorable, like Heidi or Tiffany.

But now, with thirty-five just around the bend, I like my name. And I like my nose.

Perhaps it's maturity. Perhaps it's self-confidence that develops with time. Perhaps it's being the mother to a son and two beautiful young girls who may or may not inherit my features. And since this blog, ultimately, is a life-letter to my children, I want to remind them: God made you. On purpose. Fully. Down to the detail. Down to the nose. He made you unique ... and He is worthy of praise.

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
Psalm 139:13-14

Operation Healthy Snack

2011-07-19T10:17:00.000-07:00

As a follow up to my healthy-snack initiative ... 'cause oh how I do need my snacks ... here is my latest munchie love. RyCrisp crackers with Laughing Cow cheese wedges (35 calories a wedge? How is that possible?) and a slice of Fuji apple atop. It's got the crunch, the sweet, and a little bit of protein.

What are you snacking on lately?

Finding a Woodland Ringlet

2011-07-14T14:01:00.000-07:00

Wicked Good Dulche de Leche

2011-07-13T13:07:00.000-07:00

I heard a teen call something "wicked" the other day. It was a positive affirmation rather than a commentary on that which lacks virtue. I didn't really get it ... until last night. You see, I made something "wicked good."

A month ago or so I was in a specialty food store and picked up a $9 jar of Dulche de Leche (creamy caramel goodness). I managed to keep the drool in my mouth, but put the jar back ... 'cause $9?? Really? To my side was a lady who was apparently watching my caramel lust and commented to me: "You know, you can make that in a crockpot or something. I never done it, but my friend did and it was amazing. You should Google it." So I did.

Are you ready for this? You take a can of sweetened condensed milk (not evaporated milk!), take the label off, put the whole unopened can in the crockpot, cover it with water, set to low, and 'cook' for 9 hours. Let cool slightly before opening. Done.

Imagine my family's delight when we came home from swimming and cracked open a can of warm gooey caramel goodness! It's like magic. Is that wicked?

Good Food & No Apologies

2011-07-12T12:15:00.000-07:00

One of the things I love best about summer is that salads can pass for main courses at dinner! Last night we had a heaping bowl of Greek Salad, corn-on-the-cob, and a steamy loaf of crusty bread. When easy and tasty come together, I am a very happy lady.

As a side note, you may be asking how I got my children to love Greek Salad. Well, I didn't. They don't actually love it, but too bad. It's good food and good for them. I figure they can get over it, eat it, and develop a willingness for new foods ... or ... they can take one "thank-you bite" and be a little hungry for the rest of the evening. Choice is up to them and I'm not going to sweat it. But complaining? That is a sure-fire ticket to an early bedtime. Bam! Mean-Mom on the prowl.

• Because-It's-Good-Greek-Salad •
Combine chopped red, green, yellow bell peppers, cucumber, kalamata olives, thinly sliced red onion, chopped oregano (or whatever fresh herb you've on hand), and feta cheese. Drizzle with olive oil, red wine vinegar, and a bit of honey. Salt and pepper to taste.

A New Life For the Ratties

2011-07-11T13:26:00.000-07:00

Our old Ikea towels that we use for swimming, sprinkler-running, and general kid use ... had become ratty. As in no-amount-of-bleach-or-oxy-clean-will-ever-redeem-these-towels ratty. And don't even get me started on the cleaning rags. You know the rags and old-dishtowels that are too nasty to keep in the kitchen but perfectly fine to scrub floors and bathrooms with? Yeah, we've got lots. But sometimes they get mixed up with the good stuff. If the kids grab a house-cleaning rag to dry the dishes with I start convulsing like a hair-ball-bound feline. Gross.

So what to do?

Grab your 40% off coupon for your local craft store and a couple of bucks and snag yourself a packet of i Dye. It's pretty awesome. It comes in a packet so you just toss it in your machine (with a cup of salt - weird, right?) and seal up the mess. Once the cycle is finished, do one rinse cycle and you're done. (I ran a bleach rinse cycle once it was empty just to make sure everything was good to go for a regular load.)

Now we have zippy kid-towels ready for swim-lessons and rags that scream "cleaning only" and obviously belong in the cleaning cupboard. Not a bad make-over for 2 bucks and some salt!

**Note: This is some seriously saturated color in these dyes! I'd do a short wash cycle if you don't want them quite so electric.

Because We're Special

2011-07-08T15:20:00.000-07:00

We like to hold it together while in public. But when we are all gathered, away from the public-eye ... it just slips out sometimes. Like, random attacks of exuberant "nerd-face." Which may or may not be the result of an apparent vulcan-mom-grip on the armpit. It's hard to contain creative genius.

Often following, I may have an inspired outburst of "raise the roof" ... while in the woods. In response, my sister-in-law retreats to her "special place." She goes there often. Brilliance can be such a curse.

Pops and I have always been glamorous. It's a husband-wife thing we have learned to embrace. We have these Jolie-Pitt moments all the time. We try not to flaunt it too much. Don't hate us.

And when you get to gaze upon the generations, it really is an awe-inspiring moment. We're born into it. Like royalty, really.

Three-fingered peace-out, Peeps.

The Luxury of Unscheduled Time -- Glacier Natl. Park

2011-07-07T13:29:00.000-07:00

Heading north to Glacier National Park was the highlight of our trip. Peaceful beauty.

We stumbled upon this lake-front hotel and were delighted to find that they had a cancellation that we could fill. My no-plan attack to this trip paid off. Not only was I not stressed in scheduling and organizing every minute, but we were free to land and stay where we were most drawn to.

Did you catch this? We were traveling with no accommodation reservations to a tourist location in summer! This coming from the gal who earned a PhD in over-planning and general organization neurosis. Well, at least if there was such a degree I'm sure I would have signed-up and attended every class. With a notebook. That had dividers. That were pre-labeled. And had a zippy pouch for my sticky-notes, highlighters, and mechanical pencils.

You get the drift.

So instead of being glued to my spreadsheet of activities, we just did what was available and fun for the moment. We boated and lounged, read and hiked and skipped rocks for, quite literally, hours on end.

There is something to be said about not having plans ... and seeing what unfolds before you.

Jane Fishes Big Sky Country

2011-07-05T16:36:00.000-07:00

We're back from our roadtrip to beautiful Big Sky Country -- Montana. Isn't it staggering the vast quantity of beauty our country holds?

Amongst the gracious family visits, wedding celebrations, sightseeing, and good eats ... there was the fishing.

Jane used Pops' fishing rod from when he was a child. A perfect fit.

Grandpa was a good instructor and Jane was a patient student.

The result? May I present: The Victorious Fisher-Woman Jane. As the toothy grin, confident stance, and hand on the hip imply ... she was most proud.

More travel tid-bits to come ...

Fighting for Justice and General Good Times

2011-06-20T18:20:00.000-07:00

All right you ruffians. We've been boning up on our outlaw-bustin' skills with episodes of the Lone Ranger and we're ready. We seek danger and adventure like a chicken pecks seed.

Off to rustle up some good times on a little road trip. Keep the home fires burnin' ... we'll be back after two shakes and wink.

Hi-Ho Silver.

Lookie Here!

2011-06-17T17:31:00.000-07:00

Guess what, kids? Mama's in a Yahoo article! They contacted me a few weeks ago to ask if they could use one of my photos for a kid-friendly snack piece they were writing. Turns out they liked the rainbow fruit-kebabs from Lucette's party. Neat, no?

Funny thing is, it's not even one of my best photos. I just set the plate on the table, adjusted the camera settings a smidge and took a snap. A good reminder that sometimes the fun things in life are those that just happen without a lot of fuss.

A Well-Balanced Diet

2011-06-16T17:20:00.000-07:00

You've been eating your Kale Chips, right? Since you've been so good, I think you need to round out your diet with a little fruit. Nevermind the vehicle in which it's delivered, let's just focus on the fruit part of it.

Do you have this cookbook yet? Rustic Fruit Desserts is one of my all-time faves. It is utterly gorgeous in it's presentation and every single recipe I've tried has been praise-Jesus-worthy. This "Stone Fruit Cornmeal Upside-Down Cake" is helping us celebrate the end of the school-year tonight. I'm thinking we're going to have a gooooood time.

Board Game Afternoon & Roofing Intrigue

2011-06-15T16:47:00.000-07:00

One more day to go 'til summer officially starts for my school children. They've almost done it. In the meantime, a no-homework night calls for an pre-dinner game of Stratego. A fine way to pass the time if you are looking to fill an hour ...

... or if you are just trying to distract yourselves from the roofers that have been pounding above your heads for three days and mistakenly began to install the wrong materials while you were out for the morning. It's always a surprise to come home and find an orangey-beige roof instead of the charcoal-brown you anticipated. "No, Edgar, I'm sorry. I really don't think I'll be fine with the orange. I'll be 65 years-old when this roof needs to be replaced again. I am going to have to hold out for what we ordered." Poor Edgar and his crew. The end of the week will eventually come. It always does ... and that's a good thing, isn't it.

Operation Healthy Snack

2011-06-14T11:11:00.000-07:00

It seems as though everyone I talk to lately is simply fed up with their bad-eating habits. I can fully relate. While I have a good measure of happy-hippie-granola-girl in me (I grew up in a college town in the Pacific NW, 'nuff said.), I pretty much love anything made with butter. I can contentedly eat a dinner of grilled asparagus and eggplant with a side of quinoa ... and then wolf down half a pie on command. I'm a bit beastly like that.

So. I think I am going to start doing some "healthy snack" segments. No, I'm not going to give up my pie (have mercy!), but healthy snacks can go a long way in encouraging good eating habits through out the day. 'Cause a girl 'gotta eat, right?

On today's docket is Kale Chips. Have you heard the buzz about Kale Chips? Super tasty, an entire bunch costs about a $1.50, and all you do is wash, dry, oil, and salt. Good deal, right?

• Kale Chips •

Strip the kale leaves off the woody stem and rip into eat-able pieces. Rinse and dry well (salad spinner works great!). Place in large bowl and add 1 T. olive oil and 1/2 - 1 t. salt. Now dive in and massage those kale leaves 'til they are all shiny and coated. Place on two parchment lined baking sheets (you want them spread out so they crisp and don't steam). Bake at 350 degrees for 15 minutes.

As Jane says, "Mmm, mmm. They're so good I's can't stops eating them!" Try 'em and tell me what you think!

Those Eyes Know Mischief

2011-06-13T13:11:00.000-07:00

This past weekend I was able to take some photos of some friend and their puppies. Dexter was such a crack-up. Can't you see the personality behind those oh-so-innocent eyes?

The Naughty Homemaker

2011-06-10T15:18:00.000-07:00

Every now and then, I like to rebel against myself just a bit. It's my version of shocking behavior.

So you see, I don't normally like my tea or coffee in any form but black. But lately? I've been zesting up my beverages with a little drizzle of Lemon Cinnamon Syrup. Just a little kick to shake things up a bit.

Feeling a little punchy, yourselves? Wanna' be the Thelma to my Louise? Boil up 1 cup water, 1 cup sugar and toss in some lemon peel and cinnamon sticks. Once at a boil, simmer for a few minutes and cool. Keep in fridge and use sparingly ... it's very concentrated.

Wouldn't it be good with blended ice, strong coffee, and milk? What the heck. What if we were really naughty, ditched the milk, and used ... heavy cream??? Bwwwaaahaaaahaaaa ... Come on girls, tell me what crazy concoction you'd mix up with it. I'm just sure you like a little spice in your days too ...

A No-Fuss Fancy Treat

2011-06-08T13:38:00.000-07:00

This basic biscotti recipe is a winner. Very simple and a good canvas for any yummy goody you want to add. (I drizzled w/ melted chocolate, but wouldn't lemon peel be divine?)

Biscotti is a classic accompanyment to tea or coffee and, since they freeze so well, nice to have on hand to serve to a last minute guest. (Or in my case today, to finish baking when the guests arrive!) Just make sure you are going to be home for a bit. While easy-pease, these treats require a bake, a cool, a slice, and a rebake.

No-Fuss Basic Biscotti

Mix well:

• 1/2 c. canola oil

• 1 c. sugar

• 1 T almond or anise extract

Add in:

• 3.25 c. flour

• 3 eggs

• 1 T baking powder

If you wish:

• lemon peel, chopped cranberries, dates, pistachios, almonds.

Divide sticky dough into two lumps and fashion into squashed logs on a parchment lined baking sheet. Bake at 375 degrees for about 25 - 30 minutes. Cool for a bit and slice. Place back on the baking sheet and bake at 325 for about 8 minutes on each side. (Bake less or more depending on how crunchy you like your cookie!)

Just a Little Bit of Order

2011-06-07T13:27:00.000-07:00

Years ago I picked up a great tip from a friend. She kept one bin in the laundry room for the sport of the moment. Soccer? Once those shin-guards and uniforms come out of the dryer, toss them in the bin. Brilliant, no? That way, there is no fumbling about for the needed items when there is 10 minutes to suit up, load up, and hit the road.

We are in swimming mode right now. As soon as we come home, I march straight to the laundry room. Into the washer go the soggy suits and towels. The caps, goggles, lotion, shampoo, detangler all go right into the bin. Straight from the dryer, the towels get folded and into the bin and once the suits are done air-drying, they get plopped in too.

Time for swimming? No problem. Everyone hits the bin and finds just what they need. Ahhh. I'll never have a fully organized house, but I do love the little isolated bits of order. It's finding success in the small things, right?

(PS - Know what's in the bottom bin? Mate-less socks. Every couple weeks I'll paw through and match 'em up.)

To See Inside The Heart

2011-06-06T12:38:00.000-07:00

Evening Fuchsia on the Patio and Confessions of a Wanna-Be Gardener

2011-06-03T14:46:00.000-07:00

A couple of years ago, Pops banned me from potted or hanging plants. Apparently he has not yet cultivated an appreciation for dried, crunchy plants swinging in the breeze or adorning our patio. Humph. I can hold my own when I shove something in the ground, but freestanding? Not so much. Seems as though you have to water them regularly, or something demanding like that.

Nevertheless, I have covertly begun to sneak a few pots back into our lives, as they are so welcoming ... if one can keep them alive. I'm doing pretty good so far!

However, when my sweet sister-in-law gifted me with a stunning hanging fuchsia, I was gripped by terror. It was so gorgeous. All I could think was how sad it would be when the happy blooms succumbed to a premature death due to my ineptitude and neglect. Even with regular watering, this poor beauty would surely be doomed. But then, I got a grip. That and my mom told me about these magic pellets from Miracle Grow that you sprinkle on the plant and last for 3 months! Shazaam! I can do this!

In the words of the fab Jennifer Hudson, "It's a new dawn, it's a new day, and I'm feelin' goooooood ..." (cue sassy jazz music).

I'm Coming After You, Summer

2011-06-02T11:12:00.000-07:00

I'm told that some people in this country are already having berry weather. Oooeee, I'm jealous! I do love me some berry goodness. Pies being the top of my list, but jams, crisps, and straight from farm to mouth all rank up high on my list of culinary pleasures.

Since we are still waiting patiently (not really, but I like to pretend to have this virtue) for our sunny days to come and kiss our sad little green berries, I'm still dreaming up ways to content myself. (My pineapple is almost gone.) Today was berry syrup. Perfect on some quick morning pancakes (Do you have buttermilk? Use it!! I like to do half buttermilk and half regular).

For your syrup, start by making a simple syrup in a saucepan. (Traditionally, this is 1 part water and 1 part sugar. I do about .25 - .5 parts sugar.) Once mixed, toss in some frozen berries (fresh, if you have it!). Stir and simmer on stovetop 'til thickened and bubbly. (If you go low-sugar you may need to mix up a little cornstarch w/ water and add to the syrup to help it thicken.)

So good. And so fast. Bring it, Summer!

Too Busy Not to Pray

2011-06-01T13:52:00.000-07:00

"It is not desirable for us to neglect the word of God in order to serve tables ..." Acts 6:2

Page one of my summer study. Is it my task, my duty, my privilege, my joy to "serve tables"? Why, yes! But ... not at the expense of time and response to His word. Convicting.

What's been convicting you lately?

Sweet Nest

Potted Spring At the Front Door

Operation Healthy Snack

A Stack of New Towels and Happy Thoughts

No Greater Joy

Eyes of a Dove

It's Already Melted, But It Was Fun While It Lasted ...

A Good Use for a Common Thing

Busy Days

Shazaam! Simple Solutions To Common Conundrums

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Treasures Abound

Clean-It-Out Day

Operation Smile, Chocolate Style

Skipping Rocks and A Mama's Heart

A Christmas Thank-You Gift

On the Tree and Throughout the House

Advent in the Heart and Home

Potted Plant in Winter Sun

Reflective Art

My Loves

The Creator Represented

Lucette Paints Still Life

Shiny Kettle Conquered

Golden Days of Autumn

Tricky Little Ruby Jewels

Pops and Peter, Solving the World Energy Crisis

At Breakfast with Her Scarf

Pops Finds Art

Choosing Intentional Grace

Oil Pastels, Arcimboldo, and Dreams of a Too-Old Mother

Just Waiting for the Sentiment to Be Expressed

Operation Healthy Lunch

A Celebration of Color

Assembled on the Coffee Table

On the Foyer Table, Reminders and Otherwise

Apple Cider and New Joys

What Does the Front of Yours Look Like?

In My Slippered Dreams

No Effort Needlework

A Trampoline Series

Even If You Aren't A Seamstress

A New Cousin Arrives

How to Roast Beets & Like It

Collected at the Park

Sweet Memories and Posterity

The Biggest Peach Pie I've Ever Made

Birthday Celebration, Pops Style

This is What Eighty Looks Like

An Afternoon with Macarons and Pearls

To Pray Into Our Children

To Be Rooted and Built Up

The Art of Poaching an Egg

Taking Care of Business, Girl-Style

Sister Love

Celebrating With Ice Cream - Jane Turns Six

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