I have books to talk about tomorrow but it probably won't be first thing in the morning. I think I have the schedule cleared enough to do a whole bunch of sitting around this weekend (pleasepleaseplease).
I didn't make many New Year's resolutions, but when I saw that Martha Stewart had a new line of office supplies (ht Dawn) I thought I'd take another stab at managing my paperwork. It seems particularly sensible since already I'm being inundated with medical forms and lab bills that I'll need to have organized at tax time next year.
I didn't go overboard. I bought myself a little binder and some dividers. Three packages gave me a section for each month of the year, a section for each of my current children and a section for medical forms. I'll probably need to add more later, but for now it's enough. Behind each folder I have printed a blank monthly calendar to be filled in by hand as events come along.
I also had the idea to print out our favorite recipes for each given month. We tend to eat seasonally and certain recipes are made in certain months just out of tradition so this system also works. I'm taking a very casual approach and just printing the recipes as I go along right now. At the end of the year, it will be a nice collection that I can reference from year to year.
I hope to include a hit list for each month as well, certain activities or subjects on which to focus . A knitting/sewing schedule would be nice too. But I'm not hoping for perfection just yet. This binder is currently a nice receptacle for all the important papers that come into the house and if it stays only that, that's OK.
Note: The Martha stuff is obviously slightly more expensive and I really argued with myself before splurging but it's just the simple truth that if something is pretty I'm more likely to use it. Having our important papers organized is worth doing right - especially this year.
Hello friends. I didn't intend to take such a long break but frankly, I'm only here to say that the break will probably continue for the next few weeks. My dad insisted I post something. I'm in the midst of a very big project of sorts, and it's taking a lot out of me.
All is well. I wish you a peaceful Advent and joyful Christmas.
This page has been open for some time but I ran out of time to write anything at all. Because it's October. We seize not just the day, but the entire month. I'll try to pop back in in the morning. Happy Tuesday night, friends. I've got to go put my babies to bed (and hopefully watch a bit of the game - go Rangers!)
In the morning before lessons and in the evening after dinner.
Other notes from this week:
In the kitchen: I used Ina's idea of roasting random vegetables and pureeing them for soup. It was fabulous. My best homemade soup yet and I cleaned out the fridge in the process (that sounds appetizing, doesn't it?). I can't wait to try it again.
In the schoolroom: I keep meaning to write about our new schedule, implemented out of desperation. Theme days. Or One Table Subject Per Day. We work on math every day and one other main subject. We are completing the same amount of work, it's just more concentrated. This excludes read alouds, sort of. It really helps me to focus and helps me to integrate the children's studies. I also cannot believe how much time we spent moving from subject to subject. It really deserves a post of its own; the theory behind it as well as the logistics. But so far it's been been tremendously helpful in simplifying my days.
In the garden: It's nearly time to plant bluebonnet seeds and garlic.
In the car: Seemingly all day long.
But I make the most out of it.
I need to get our pencils sharpened - I'll be back in the morning for the Friday Morning Book Post!
I threatened to stick your tiny hiney into the shopping cart at Target because you act like every outing is to an amusement park.
We read Frog and Toad. Ox Cart Man. Pajama Time.
I tried to sew some secret pajama pants from your torn Star Wars sheets, but it was so much more fun once you joined me. You took charge of the pedal and learned all about French seams. I don't know if you really cared, but you love anything that goes "vroom". You said we were making something old into something new and made me feel like I was teaching you something that mattered.
I took you to a gymnastics class. You, who learned to bounce from place to place before you could walk.
You had me take pictures of you making your "cool" face.
I held you in my arms before bed while we sang your favorite song to each other.
"I just want to be the one you love."
Happy birthday baby boy. (But for the record, you are still six for another hour and fifteen minutes).
My husband was out of town this week. I was weirdly excited about it because, of course, being a single mother had to be easier! I wouldn't have to make dinner. I could have a big slumber party with the children. I could stay up knitting and have the television all to myself.
What lunacy, I tell you. I did have to make a proper dinner every night because I had to feed the children all by myself. I am so happy that we garden as I completely ran out of produce and had to go rooting around in the dirt for vegetables. We did have a big slumber party and consequently, no one slept well and my son took a dive off the bed in the middle of the night. Knitting? I cast on for a cardigan five minutes before he walked back in the door this afternoon. I was too tired from managing everything to watch any television.
And then! The children. Oh my. I love them and I love spending every minute of every day with them, but they just talk all the time. There was no one else in the house to absorb any of that conversation. It was all directed at my poor, tired, grumpy ears.
In summary: I love my husband. I do I do I do I do.
Pattern: Staccato in Quince & Co. Lark, a proper knit for my son in colors he chose himself. Side Note: Quince & Co. has the world's best customer service and the yarn is dreamy and I'm not being compensated to say so. They seem to be very understanding about dopey knitters who aren't exactly sure how much yarn they need.
My darling is on the couch right now (le sigh!) listening to the children chatter. It sounds like my son is trying to see how loud he can burp. I don't really care as long as he doesn't accidently make himself barf on my nice living room rug.
"I recommend to you holy simplicity. Look straight in front of you and not at those dangers you see in the distance. As you say, to you they look like armies, but they are only willow branches; and while you are looking at them you may take a false step. Let us be firmly resolved to serve God with our whole heart and life. Beyond that, let us have no care about tomorrow. Let us think only of living today well, and when tomorrow comes, it also will be today and we can think about it then. In all this we must trust and be resigned to God's providence."
St. Francis de Sales
I've posted this before but it came to my mind this morning as the day I've been dreading for years finally arrived.
My baby lost his first tooth.
It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. He is just as irresistibly cute and lovable as he has ever been. It's all fine.
You might think I'm being funny or exaggerating how much I fretted over this first real childhood event, but I'm not. Since becoming a mother, the passing of time has been unbearable at times. I remember sitting on the floor in my parent's dining room sobbing because my newborn daughter was already 3 weeks old. But she's ten now and I love her even more than I did then. I hope this trend continues. My dad insists it will.
More than anything I wish that I could get the above quote to sink into my head and stop my heart aching over these little milestones.
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