Monthly Archives: August 2010
ready or not
"Kiiiiiidds, t'mon! Dinnerrrrrr's readyyy!" a very hungry toddler beckoned to her brothers and sisters last night. My baby. Did I blink? How have we come here so soon? You are verbal, vocal, and on the move.
Your mama is not ready, Baby Girl. Not ready.
under different circumstances
"This is the first lesson for the Christian wife and mother today: to let go of what may once have been – and under other circumstanes might now be – a recollected self, and take on, with both hands, the plan of God. Indeed it is the lesson for every Christian in every age:
it is the gospel of dying on one plane in order to live in another."
– Dom Hubert Von Zeller, Holiness for Housewives
I found this over a break midday today, book in hand, mug nearby, and this pottery before me. There is rest to be found in letting go of what might have been and embracing what is. What is, is very good.
Home is…
Simple Woman’s Daybook
more daybooks at Peggy's
For today, August 2nd, 2010
Outside my window… overcast but the sun appears to getting the upper hand. It is Germany and this battle is waged more or less daily.
I am wearing… note to self, go buy yourself some new workout clothes so you don't have to tell them you are in the same grey pants again Kim…. I won't leave the house this way I promise but I have not worked out since the movers came and am feeling it.
I am hearing… little boys waking up and noticing the toy I unearthed from a box this am. Aidan nearby in the kitchen trying to decipher the pancake mix directions. And Tess wandering in saying, "Mama," more like a statement than a request. Abbie follows with the same declaration. Mama? Check. Therefore we conclude that the universe is still spinning in its proper rotation. We may carry on with our day.
From the kitchen… Moira made Alannah a fondant cake for her party Friday. Huge cake. All day project. The Cake Boss, I am not. It is really impressive what a 13yo can do however.
I am creating… got most of the art up on the main floor and hung curtains.
From the learning rooms… curriculum planning. We are so ready to be back to school. Ok, those of us younger than 13 and older than 16 anyway!
Pondering these words…
"I don't want to make any mistakes, Gerry.
Well, you are in the wrong species, luv,
be a duck."
said with the perfect Irish accent – you know like "be a dook" (rhymes with book) which has some kind of freaky, hypnotic, Pied Piper effect on the women in this family. Must be genetic! Must. go. to. Ireland.
From last night's movie PS I Love You. I cried through the ENTIRE movie. I took a break to take dh's call then resumed weeping right where I left off. I so don't like making mistakes. I so make them. I am so trying to relax and embrace change.
a few plans for the rest of the week… park day and unpacking boxes which seem to have vomited volumes of craft supplies in my basement.
From my picture journal:
(new living room)
Linky Love
Places I have been visiting lately:
School room tour extravaganza from last summer
and more and more from this year.
Parisienne Farmgirl's new kitchen. Though I am contrary I guess, because I LOVED the cabinets just as much green.
Bloesem – I always smile here. Love their rooms, so very unlike mine – which I also love. : )
Revisiting St Cupcake's shop. Food schmood. Look at this place.
Calvert School's new little blog Cause why you ask? Cause it's like the tide, every summer this time I feel this inexplicable pull to the Calvert catalog. Ask those who know me and have tied me to the mast time and again when the sirens call reaches my ears yet again. Sigh.
Speaking of siren calls – be watching for the great article by Memoria Press in this issue of Classical Teacher to be posted online. I think the analogy has implications far beyond those used in the article. He makes compelling points about laying the foundation academically. His main pt being that those things that are more important do not (should not) necessarily come first in sequence when teaching. Contemporary edu-methods often put the horse before the cart and end up toppling the whole thing in the end.
Ok, off to dinner. This blog may well be disintegrating into miscellaneous jottings and pretty pictures. ; )




