Wednesday, December 31, 2008
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Friday, December 26, 2008
Posted by Freckled Hen at 12:11 PM
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
The evidence is all here. In fact last week he told me 2x how much he loves gingersnaps. I didn't really think about this until I saw the bag that was once overstuffed filled with air (nice try) and only a fraction of cookies.
I asked him how many cookies he ate and he asked, "which day?" I guess that answered my question enough. No need for further evidence.
Good thing he's a sweet and lovely son. He plays the trombone, watching him on Thursday I realized how little he is. I didn't know this. As we were sitting in the bleachers watching him, a little girl behind us kept asking her Dad why that boy's ears were so red. My boy. My boy with red ears, how I love him! One day he will wake up and grow tall like his Dad. But for now I will enjoy his littleness.
Posted by Freckled Hen at 8:35 AM
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Posted by Freckled Hen at 11:59 AM
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Posted by Freckled Hen at 6:29 AM
Monday, December 15, 2008
We all have it in us to be wise. To be good.
This garland of 1910 postcards hanging on a card clothesline given to be by my Gram when I was 13 is my favorite decoration this year. She was a very good person. Very selfless, very kind, very giving.
I truly believe we are all good. We all have in it us to be giving and kind. We all like things. We all want our children to be happy.
I want my kids to be happy, to grow to be compassionate, caring adults. Everyday it's my duty to shape their lives, to encourage them to develop what drives them. It might not be what I really want. I really want Henry to look at the camera.
I'll be more specific: I really want Henry to look at the camera with his eyes open.
Blogging about stuff on my mind is nice. I don't have to rant and rave about how upset I am about the stolen $ to everyone that I talk to. I am sure they would thank you for this. Thanks for listening to me.
Posted by Freckled Hen at 12:49 PM
Friday, December 12, 2008
Just reach in and pick one, eh?
Oh, this is so exciting! Who is it?
Hmmmnn, what's this? The random name picker must be mistaken. It says on the box "must mind mother, never misbehave, always be helpful and courteous." Let's try again.
Karin! Email me. I will send it your way.
Thanks for all your lovely comments. Santa will always come to our house no matter how old our kids are, I just feel stuck on the falsehoods of telling my young kids that yeah he does come down the chimney and all that goes with it. I remember Ken and I making up these huge extravagant lies (though it felt necessary which justified it I guess) as the older kids were growing. We move a lot so that was always a factor --of him finding us, etc. They trusted us enough to defend Santa (sometimes with tears) to their friends, thinking if Dad and Mom said it must be true.
Molly (5) has been asking all those questions of why do some kids get presents from Santa and other kids hardly any, how can reindeer fly to every house, etc etc. This is awkward as it isn't just Ken and I she asks but her older siblings as well. I think we have found the middle ground with everything, telling her that we are a big help to Santa. Whether he comes down the chimney or not it'll still be a day filled with the spirit of Christmas.
Did I do good? If not, you are all just bitter you didn't win the apron.
Posted by Freckled Hen at 1:46 PM
Thursday, December 11, 2008
This photo is bathed in warm light as are my spirits. He came home today which immediately washes away all the petty worries I load myself down with while he is gone. He arrived home in time to watch the girls Fall play which was their best yet. I laughed until I cried. I am such an emotional wreck at these things. It's like in the movies when they show the parents reliving their kids as infants, toddlers, starting school blah blah blah. It happens to me and only gets worse the older they are. I will surely faint and/or be severely drunk at their weddings. I'm a mess just thinking about it! He also arrived home shortly after I realized someone used our debit card number and drained our checking acct. Three large transactions all today. Why do people do this? It's not like someone stole a chicken to make a stew for their hungry family, it's our entire Christmas budget. We will get our money back but only after the bank does a fraud investigation, which will take a few business days. So much for being careful using the card. We've never used it online..only the usual groceries, gas, an occasional restaurant.
I must stop thinking about it!
1. My family fills me with happiness.
2. Today Molly said Y'all like she's been saying it all her life. (we've lived here for nearly 6 months)
3. We used glitter this afternoon and I haven't seen one stray speck. Eight hands, five tubes of glitter and not one stray speck?!
Posted by Freckled Hen at 7:33 PM
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I won't write a post about how cold I am (this house is a sieve!) or about how the fireplace
back drafts and the house fills with smoke and ash (cough, cough)...
Instead I shall write about how it is the perfect day to snuggle in a warm sun spot on the bed with a good book and my kitty.
Posted by Freckled Hen at 10:54 AM
Monday, December 8, 2008
This is an apron made by me (ahem...not perfect) with reproduction fabric and Butterick 4945. I'll pick a name at random on Friday afternoon.
Spread the word!
Posted by Freckled Hen at 10:14 AM
Friday, December 5, 2008
Winding down from evening to night is feeling very magical. I love the soft Christmas lights, the smells of supper simmering on the stove. The house feels warm and comforting. This holiday has been the last step in making our house a home. It is a good feeling.
The Christmas balls Henry lovingly placed on the bottom two branches of the tree. All clustered. In a group. This was after upon hearing the words Christmas BALLS he threw two glass ones against the mantle. I shall not refer to them as balls anymore.
Crotchety old Peter slumbering away. I love this cat dearly even though he can be a grumpy oaf. I have been making excuses for his bad behavior for nearly a dozen years.
Someone who doesn't really know what a candy cane is but knows they make a neat click noise when you bend them in two.
Sam and Molly reading "The Jolly Christmas Postman" all snuggled in the chair I moved yesterday. Really they were. They are enough years apart their rivalry is minimal. But this isn't the case for all the kids! The oldest two girls have set the bar high for ninny fights, the other kids know they don't have a chance!
I hope wherever you are your evenings are feeling magical, too.
Posted by Freckled Hen at 5:23 PM
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
So then I moved the chair into the kitchen. Yeah, I know ugly black fridge. Molly has been busy keeping it covered with her Christmas art work. She makes three-four of these large trees a day, I find them absolutely cute as ever but that is a biased opinion.
The chair sat here, I realized I should vacuum first, that led to waking Henry who was excited about the chair in the kitchen. So he helped me move it gently. I learned in my 20's that no matter how slowly you move something it will still scratch the floor. I also learned if you cover the scratch with a pretty little rug your husband will still see it when you move.
The chair is here now but truthfully I liked it better in the front room.
Posted by Freckled Hen at 1:05 PM
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Decorating has been sporadic here, I want to, but seem only good at carrying items around the house wondering where to put them. This I am very good at.
Another thing I am good at is saying "Nutcracker" when I need a reactionary thing to say. Try it. You won't be able to stop. You could also say "Son of a Nutcracker" if you're angry. But say loud like SON OF A NUTCRACKER. From Elf. But it's gets annoying, so I'm told.
Let's move on...I made this fabric tree from McCall's 5778. It's one of those things that if you look at it too much you're not sure if you like it. Hadley said it looks like a tree made from someone who has a serious addiction to fabric. I guess she's right, trees look better when they are green and pokey. My kids like to tell me stuff, and usually I appreciate their honesty except when someone was four (I won't name names but it rhymes with Schmadley) they told me I looked like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I have sat up straight ever since.
Seriously, don't do it.
Posted by Freckled Hen at 12:18 PM