Between the crazy people within the house and the suburban critters without, this life of ours is pretty wild, indeed.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
What do you do on a rainy wet day?

We root through Mommy's cupboards



Later, we'll do some baking (I'm seriously thinking about some chocolate cake, among other things), sewing, and coloring in some of these do-dads.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
FYI
Monday, October 5, 2009
A New Baby and a Good Friend
Next, a baby blanket. For obvious reasons.
And finally, Chocolate Hobnobs. If you don't know what these are, get thyself to the British foods section of your local supermarket. They are essential for nourishment following the birth of a new person. Truly.
I think she likes it. Goes well with her hair (and I wondered why she didn't like pink...)
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Story time
More like a descent into chaos.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Birding Pockets
Made rather differently from hers - flannel from the girls pencil rolls is the backing, instead of a blanket, and a totally different shape to fit the wall - it was definitely the inspiration that I needed to fix the problem. My clever husband completed it for me by hanging it with a re-purposed towel rail (that Noah ripped off the wall a while back, I might add).Not too shabby!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
All kinds of learning at the Science Center


It was our first time there, and we all had a lot of fun, and learned a few things, too. I think, though, the biggest learning experience was when it was time to leave and we got to watch a little boy have an almighty temper tantrum because he didn't want to leave. The kids were sort of stunned by it all, and Abi even commented on what a "naughty boy" he was being. It was then that, in His kindness, God gave a teaching opportunity. Being able to remind my children that without discipline that they would be no different, and that Jesus died for his sin, just as He died for theirs, also reminded me that all the anger bound up in that poor kid's heart is also in mine. I may handle it better or be a little more slick and subtle than screaming the place down, but that doesn't mean it's not there. And it's for this - his sin and mine - that Jesus went to the cross. Thanks be to God.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
The Christmas Knitting

