This tangle of arms in motion made me happy. Four pairs of hands at work this afternoon. Our theme this quarter coincidentally is Cooperation.
I think they've got this.
Author Archives: Kim Halloran-Fry
Mermaids
September was chock full which is why I am here on the last day catching up. One of the highlights was the girls' neighbor friend's birthday party. We mostly do family parties at home so it was a real treat for them to go to an "official" party with friends. They began to plan as soon as they got the invitation in hand. That invitation was carried around and read and reread daily.
When we learned it was to be a mermaid party I knew exactly what we would bring. I have gone a little Pinterest crazy since returning the US. We saw this DIY mermaid play dough gift set months ago but things like "one small battery operated mermaid" or "aquarium fern" would completely sideline the project living overseas. Here, however, a stop into the Dollar Store netted most of what we needed.
The girls made no-bake play dough together. It worked.
Then we assembled the kit.
And….
Got their mermaid tails on. : )
If you were wondering if September was warm enough for a pool party in Utah the answer is oh yes. I am sure we will be done with winter long before it is actually over but summer has definitely hung on a loooong time.
If you are wondering if my life is magically blessed with oodles of spare time to DIY the answer is definitely not. It may have been smarter to purchase a gift and take one thing off our plates. It is important to me to teach the children that – when possible – it is a beautiful thing to put a little of yourself into a gift, no matter how imperfect and humble they turn out. It is NOT actually always possible to do this. Since we had a window of time one morning though, it was worth the effort.
some little joy
“I'd like to add some beauty to life," said Anne dreamily. "I don't exactly want to make people KNOW more… though I know that IS the noblest ambition… but I'd love to make them have a pleasanter time because of me… to have some little joy or happy thought that would never have existed if I hadn't been born.”
LM Montgomery, Anne's House of Dreams
I am not convinced Anne did not in fact choose the noblest ambition. What could be more noble in the end than strewing little joys along the paths of others?
Sharing a happy thought of mine: Autumn in England, in all her damp and earthy glory.
Red Rover, Red Rover
Somehow they had the 'rules' mixed up and raised their arms way up high for each other to pass through. I wasn't going to tell them otherwise.
all tied up
People never change, if we are to believe the ever authoritative memes in circulation. Thank Heaven, literally, that Jesus didn't have Pinterest and wasn't aware of this "truth" when He descended into Matthew's dark corner of thievery and corruption and plucked him right up and out of it. Matthew never forgot who he had been nor how he was never to be that again.
The grace of God was greater than the gravitational pull of human nature.
Our rabbit trail this morning took us to these places:
Story of St Matthew for kids here and here
Khan Academy video about the symbolism in Caravaggio's Call of St Matthew here (if you are my son and you miss the backroom bar analogy or where "the point" comes from then you might have to re-watch. ; ))
May we have the grace to say the same unequivocal, "Yes!" to God and the call to higher things.
Weekend Reading
Sharing the inspiring and/or convicting things I have read and bookmarked lately. This was a catch up weekend. Much needed. This fiery cloud caught my eye just before sunrise the other day. It happened after a stormy night when there was a break in the clouds over the moutains behind us. The sun peeked through just for a moment and lit up this bit of the sky. By the time I set the camera down in the house again it was past and gray/blue skies prevailed again. Glad to have looked up. Always pays to look up. : )
On toys and too much of a good thing
What attachment parenting is not
On labeling and assessing fellow moms – let's don't (so good!)
Screentime and pediatric mental health (starting with the easy stuff)
On cheerless homes (from True Womanhood – a fave on my sidebar)
Babystepping your way to homeschool excellence
On handwriting and learning – or what the School Sisters knew 100 years ago
Real world means living in real time – kids brains
The answer is not on the screen
Autumn in the Dining Room
I can rarely get my um, stuff, together to do a proper Pinterest worthy tute. We were happy enough with the new centerpiece to at least share though. It's so simple you can sort of figure it out.
One thing I miss terribly about Europe is fresh flowers. They do have them here but they cost so much more to have on the table regularly. Since we really prefer natural, when I saw the bunches of wheat at Walmart I grabbed two ($4 each) thinking I would figure something out. This is what I figured out.
Grab the two bunches into one big bunch and wrap with a rubber band. Then shove an empty can inside to beef it up and stabilize. Give a slight twist. Wrap tightly with leftover Christmas ribbon because it matches the $1 gold charger you bought ten years ago and haven't used. Ok, maybe this isn't a universally applicable tute. ; ) But you get the idea. So for $8 we have a nice natural centerpiece for fall.
If you were here and looking left you'd see the fireplace wall. It was a major selling point for us. Major. I love this brick wall. Currently it holds my copper collection.
Copper was a fixture of British kitchens. I was gifted with some vintage pieces at our going away party. Goodwill locally netted the teapot, sugar, and creamer at the far end.
The pullback below. The china cabinet is dressed in blue in this house. (staging shelves is not my strong suit) Top right is the delft plate I stuffed in my suitcase when I came back from the Netherlands as a student. The dining chairs are still covered in nasty old green upholstery. It's on the list of home improvement projects. Til then, cropped out. Voila. : D
The vintage pictures to the left have hung someplace in my house since I found them in my Grams attic and finally persuaded her to let me have it. She found it in her century old farmhouse attic when they moved in in the 60's. We don't know who they are but when I suggested replacing them with our own old family portraits everyone freaked out. Actually it's rather wonderful now to honor whomever they are. They are family after all these years.
The quilt rack was a gift from my late Grampa when he was on a woodworking kick in retirement. It needs a quilt. Or some linen. Still thinking on that.
The little girls daily schedule is very gentle and undercommitted. (thank goodness!) Instead of a fixed list of activities we try to do a 'fun day' on a regular basis. This week we took them to the State Fair. It has been years since our last visit and they have no recall at all.
This was a perfect iconic fair day. Animals, exhibits, rides, and fair food. Fabulous break for all of us.
Thats my guy. Nope, you volunteered. You're stuck now. ; )
September (Insta)Daybook
This is life right now. In short stills.
Starting very early when the phone rings in the bedroom. It is Teen Son confirming we have his 6am practice on the radar and one of us is in fact coming down to drive him there. "Of course!" I say as I come to and negotiate with husband.
Clearly my rock-paper-scissors skills need some work because here I am at "6 o'clock Lights." It's like Friday Night Lights except you know, 6am. Sheesh. Tired. Upside was seeing the moon over the canyon just before sunrise.
Home for breakfast. I drink green lemonade channeling my best High Desert Susan except I am not tall and lean and blonde but short and vein-y and age spotty but hey. I am drinking vegs for breakfast and there should be points for that right?
After feeding folks and passing them to a big person I drive Moira to work. On the way there I politely listen as the Civil Wars wail or Taylor Swift sings about her boyfriends. Then I pull out of her workplace drive and hit 80s on 8…
It gets loud. When I am alone in the car I am this guy y'all. Totally.
So by the time I hit the house again I am caffeinated and have cleared my lungs by singing at the top of them. Jumped, shouted, and let it all out. Inside of my head I am now 16 and feeling the noise, thinking about dancing at the rec center on Friday nights with this boy I ended up marrying. 80s. Hair bands. Sigh. And then giggle. Because I have this flashback to Dana Carvey spoofing our favorite bands. So I walk in the house and download this and make the teens listen. After trying to explain who Dana Carvey is. Was. Sigh again.
I apologize for the ear worm : ) So anyway. I move back to grown up mode and we spend the mornings doing lessons. Here they are very psyched about new binders and new books.
We have a new bag of library books. I took a picture because the base library has no online computer system for us to track them. It's a little twilight zone-y since it's so much like it was when we lived here in the 90s and hasn't been since.
This is my new read…
And we have a new piano teacher who is all kinds of awesome. She worked with us to alternate girl and boy lessons each week. It saves us money and frankly it gives me extra time to ensure everyone has mastered their homework pieces before the next lesson.
She also has a beautifully landscaped yard full of raised bed gardens which were overflowing. After we got Tess all settled she handed Abbie and I baskets and gave us the tour telling us to please thin out the veggies. This is pretty fabulous considering my garden now finally has exactly two tomatoes and three tiny rock hard green peppers. Not my forte. As in, if we had to live on what I could grow our little clan would have died of starvation long ago. BUT we have piano teacher/gardener extraordinaire now so we bag enough tomatoes to make a vat of salsa.
Or rather, hand off the tomatoes for Alannah to make salsa. Me? I am surfing for this…
…because it is game time for two boys. One is a home game, one meets the bus, and a third comes to a game in practice gear to be dropped off to his team at halftime.
A glance at the dining room recently. Because dinner happens. Sometimes super late. It's the one constant. Besides my singing in the car.
More often than not the doorbell will ring just after dinner and they will run around with the neighbor girl for "just a couple minutes please!" I asked if Archie could run with them instead of tipping the garbage can over while we do dishes. They say sure. He can be "it." Wanna bet who wins?
This day ends with rosary on the deck and the smoke from a distant fire. (sorry, couldn't resist. Still tuned into oldies radio) There is a lot on my goals list not happening lately. I stopped looking at the list because pretty much if it doesn't start with school, football, food, or work/carpool it probably isn't going to happen just yet so there's no point. Trying not to stress over that. (too much) The kids are happy and the stuff will get done eventually. If you come to my house I will feed you salsa while sticking to this story should you notice my growing list.
Ok super late again. I will regret this tomorrow but wanted to snapshot life right now. What does life look like right now in your world? If you do a phone snap day do link!
Starry Sky Journal 