Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Today is my wedding anniversary.
5 grandparent deaths
7 job losses, even more job changes
3 moves (thankfully all of them pretty local)
1 college degree
Months and days and moments of all the minutiae that make up life.
We've crammed a lot into fifteen years.
I'm thankful for the grace, compassion, and understanding that you've shown through all the ups and downs. Happy anniversary to us!
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
|This arrived Saturday, from Nelson's parents. This dollhouse is HUGE. This is the kind of dollhouse little girls dream about. We are all in awe of it. Natalie says it's a doll mansion. Beautiful.|
|Saturday evening at my grandmother's house. Natalie loves dresses and tends to wear them on a daily basis.|
|Another picture from Friday at my parents' house. Natalie is modeling a new outfit from them.|
|Again with the modeling.|
|A birthday ribbon my grandmother had for Natalie. It says "Princess." She's quite pleased with this ribbon.|
Tonight we are doing her birthday supper, since circumstances prevented us from being able to do so last night. What's one more day in a multi-day celebration? (And please, someone explain why the spell checker think "multi-day ought to be mufti-day. What does that even mean? Do I want to know?) I can't quite believe she's six (I'd accept three or four, but six?) My girl is growing up!
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Saturday, January 10, 2015
I actually wrote this following Christmas 2013, not 2014. But it never got posted. Perhaps writing it helped, because my perspective was much better this year--and so was my children's!
Each year, I go into the Christmas season thinking this will be the year. This will be the year of the perfect holiday experience. I'll procure thoughtful yet inexpensive gifts for everyone on my list. We'll bake cookies and make ornaments and actually finish our Advent study. Also, my children will not fight with each other, will not be selfish and greedy, will not be consumed with the stuff they're getting rather than the joy of giving and serving. It will be peace on earth and goodwill toward men--a holy season of worship and wonder.
Somehow it never happens.
I plan it every year. I download the Advent studies. I make the to-do lists and the shopping lists and the budget outline. And it still falls apart.
We made a few ornaments this year but no cookies. My Christmas shopping all took place the weekend before the day itself and was rather uninspired. We spent all of Advent being behind on our study, and we never did finish the whole thing. My daughters longed for nearly every item they saw advertised--and a few other things to boot. I lost my temper a few times, and we never quite achieved holiness or peace or even a whole lot of goodwill.
I am a failure at the whole perfect Christmas thing.
However, I'm coming to see that failure as the most perfect Christmas celebration of all.
For Christians, this holiday is the remembrance of God himself taking on human flesh and coming to this world as a baby. Did he come to perfect people or perfect circumstances? No. His native country was under foreign control. His parents were in a strange town and had no place to stay. A manger subbed as his baby bed.
And why did he come in the first place? Was it because we were all such decent folk? Such a joy to be around? No. He came to save us from our sins. He came to keep the law we could not keep and to be the perfection we could never attain.
Each time I flop and fail and scramble, I am reminded I am not perfect. I will never be perfect. But there is One who is perfect on my behalf. He bestows on me his righteousness (now there's a perfect Christmas gift). And he meets me in all of my shortcomings because this is the very reason he came.
So take heart if your own Christmas was less than perfect. Let it remind you that it doesn't have to be--and even more importantly, you don't have to be. Even today, the Christ Child comes to dirty feeding troughs and cluttered homes and harried people. When we don't quite get it all right, we can rejoice because he did.
And in that, I find peace. Maybe not peace on earth, but peace within my own weary heart.And a heart filled with peace can give goodwill toward men in the year to come.
Monday, November 24, 2014
So Nelson took her to the eye doctor. Sure enough, the poor kid has quite the astigmatism.
She comes by it honestly. Every time I go to an eye doctor, I have to sit through hearing about just how unusually strong my astigmatism is. Doctors tend to go on and on about it. Apparently Natalie's is about as bad.
Genetics can really stink sometimes.
Making glasses astigmatism that strong means a long wait. But today we were finally able to pick them up. She's extremely excited about them. She's also excited about being able to see the computer and the letters in books more clearly. I'm pretty excited about that too.
|Natalie in her new glasses|
Sunday, November 9, 2014
|I'll never be a food photographer, will I?|
2 cups flour (I think I used about 1/2 cup all-purpose, and 1.5 cups white wheat)
2 tsp. baking powder
maybe 1/2 tsp salt (I didn't measure very well)
1/3 cup sugar
1/4 cup butter
1 cup milk (I used vanilla almond milk)
3/4 cup frozen blueberries (I may have used slightly more)
Combine the flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar. Cut butter into the flour using a pastry blender (or two forks. Or a food processor). Once the mixture resembles those course crumbles you need for biscuits, toss in the blueberries and mix in the milk. You want a soft dough that pulls away from the side of the bowl.
If you roll and cut biscuits, do that. Roll out on floured surface to about 1/2 inch thickness and cut with a biscuit cutter. I do drop biscuits instead. Drop by spoonfuls on a greased baking sheet.
Bake at 450 degrees for 10-12 minutes.
The recipe said the yield was 10 biscuits, but I got 12.
P.S. I started writing this post on Friday. Thankfully, I've been to the grocery store since then. Pickings were getting quite slim.