Sunday, September 7, 2014

It’s not so much

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It’s not so much about the football game as it is about the approach of fall and how exciting it is to support a team.

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It’s not so much about winning or losing as it is about eating pizza in the family room with the whole gang. 

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It’s not so much that you have to stay home and watch the game with your family as it is wanting to be home on a Sunday afternoon in the fall.

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It’s not so much that you have to meet Tom Brady to impress your Dad, but it helps!

That’s our daughter Maggie on her birthday last year.  She attended a small movie screening and was so surprised to see Tom and his supermodel wife (Gisele Bundchen)at the same screening.

Go team!

Saturday, September 6, 2014

page turner

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I love the sweetness of old book covers, the charm of their stories.  How one can learn about history alongside of a story just by the language and descriptions. 

We have been lucky at the auction lately, no one wants books.  We buy tables full for just a few dollars.

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We keep what we want and sell the rest.  These are Landmark books, some are worth more than others.  I am waiting for that big score when I get one of the rare ones. 

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What about bird books? Can anyone pass up a nicely illustrated bird book?  I think that would be most difficult.  This book sits on my desk, mostly because that is where I set it down one day…now it is a permanent part of the d├ęcor. Sometimes  Sawyer looks at it and yells “EAGLE, OWL” or my favorite “BWUE BUHD”.

So yeah, I own a lot of books…but they kind of own me, too.

 

Friday, September 5, 2014

new words

Is swarthy a word? My computer isn’t telling me otherwise…I hope it isn’t something awful.

That is what today feels like with all this humidity rolling in.  I complained all summer there weren’t enough good beach days as we had a somewhat cool temp summer but now it’s 90 and full of sweaty air. I suppose it will just make us appreciate the fall more, when it gets here.

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In the beginning of summer I cut out a bunch of patterns for Sawyer, he is two and just perfection for shortalls and soft knit tees tucked into his elastic waist shorts. The last of the baby chub is lingering on him and it hurts me to know he will turn into a thin boy of dirty fingernails and cowlick hair soon.  Each age is special but Sawyer’s two years have gone by so fast. 

I sewed many things for him but failed to make the whale shortalls until today.  This fabric is old (maybe 10 years?). I loved it so much when I bought it, now I feel like it is a bit dated.  But so am I (haha). He will never get another chance to wear polka dotted whales.

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School has started, the garden is in major production mode and I have been canning as many cans as a canner can can cans. 

See you later!

 

Thursday, July 31, 2014

chicken gloves

Sometimes my 7 year old is loud.  He makes me laugh even when he knows I am just about at Mad and don’t want to laugh. He can get carried away with his string bean bouncy body.  He does things that aren’t quite inappropriate but then again just might be.  He has a huge imagination and can remember just about any detail that he encounters.  He is a math wizard and sometimes I wonder if he has enough humility. 

Today I overheard a conversation at the kitchen table as I was crossing through the room.  Just one sentence from my boy.  He said it quietly as much to himself as anyone around.  He wasn’t saying it for show.

  “Never make fun of anyone, except yourself.”

It resonated with me so much.  It was that exact moment when I really, really needed to hear something to encourage me as a mother. I am not sure if I have ever said those words to him but he absorbed it….the knowing of right and wrong.  He has empathy!

So now with each day when I am out in the big world carrying around all my insecurities and my lack of self confidence, I have this.  I am raising children and it is my favorite thing ever, but am I doing it right?  How do I know?  I can do better, I know that!  Sometimes it all flows and the kids go up in height and age and I step back and look at this, the marvel of it all and I feel so vulnerable. These kids need to gain their independence from their Dad and I in the most loving, kind, secure way. And from that very first step that was encouraged with clapping and open arms at each end, they have continued to step forward.

Unknowingly Henry just gave me a big loving boost of courage. 

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photo by maggie

PS My husband’s latest deployment was cancelled.  C-A-N-C-E-L-L-E-D!!!

Monday, July 28, 2014

early morning

The sky is gray this early morning and all of nature seems slow to wake.  Even me. 

Some mornings are busy with big breakfast making, but this morning is the kind that calls for a cup of tea and a book.  I have done that already so here I sit at my green desk….

A few months ago my husband brought home a very large old bankers desk that someone had set out for free.  His thought was to have it in the barn as it has a nice workspace top.  It was love at first sight for me and he happily said yes I could paint it and use it.  Actually now that I think on it, did I even ask him?  Maybe it was just an assumption that this lovely man would just give me this lovely desk?  Maybe the sound of my sander was drowning out any protests he might have had? 

Well, anyhow, I have a new green desk.

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It took my daughter Maggie and I nearly one whole day to figure out how to get it through the doorway into the sitting room.  We got it stuck and had to climb over it several times.  We broke the outside wooden step on the front of our house.  Actually SHE broke the wooden step as I said 3x “this wood here is weak so DON’T STEP RIGHT HERE”.  But she stepped right there.  Also she continuously told me the desk wouldn’t fit.  But after 6 hours of us flipping the desk every which way and standing with our arms crossed staring at it.  Then crawling over it.  Then taking a lunch break followed by some determination-yelling*, we did it.

Told you so, Mags.

*determination-yelling is when a mother has to tell her teenager to pipe down and do it her way!

 

Monday, July 21, 2014

little Woodrow

We made the mistake of only having one of our two cats fixed and lo and behold we now have two (adorable) kittens.  Do I need to explain it all with our cat getting out for only a few hours and then realizing she was with the big overly-furry-odd-looking cat from down the street???? 

But it is all okay!  Our older girls will each take a cat with them to their apts and we will be left with two cats…Woodrow and Gus…named after Lonesome Dove.

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This is Woodrow—as sweet and cuddly as pictured.

And now we will have all creatures of the feline variety get fixed and everything will be just fine.

Hope your summer is purring along like ours…I can’t believe we are on the downhill of July!

 

Thursday, July 10, 2014

20 very specific happy things

1. finding something you thought was lost

2. laughing, about anything

3. hearing your child sing when they think no one can hear them

4. when it rains straight down and the windows can be left open

5. a good book that makes you want to read all day

6. the first bloom on a garden perennial

7. a burst of energy at 8pm that makes you  mop the whole downstairs

8. realizing someone has already emptied the dishwasher

9. chatting with a friendly neighbor at the end of the driveway

10. an afternoon nap on the hammock

11. the way a bike makes that tick tick tick sound as you coast in a high gear

12. when a young child holds your hand unexpectedly

13. a long gravel driveway that crunches under your steps

14.  a misty summer morning that burns off into a crystal clear day

15. not needing anything at the grocery store

16. crispy clean sheets off the clothesline

17. a freshly baked oatmeal cookie

18. holding a kitten

19. a new box of crayons and the inspiration it holds within

20. giving a gift to someone you love dearly