normal is just a setting on your washer….

The one constant in life is change. Margaret Kim Peterson addressed the differences and challenges in large and small households. I think her observation about small households actually encompasses most larger ones as well:


There may be a few years (in a small household) in which there are young children and then many years in which there are none.  Children can feel like an intrusion in such a household; parents may spend the preschool years waiting for things to 'get back to normal."  But, young childhood is just as normal a state of life as adulthood; we just tend to forget that, in our age-segregated society.  Keeping house (in a smaller household)  calls for the flexibility necessary to see a variety of situations as "normal" and a willingness to repeatedly reassess the changing needs of household members and the varying contributions that household members can make to the work of the household.

Having a new baby, no matter how many you have had, can throw a person for a loop.  Previously fine-tuned routines can be turned on their ears.  Fatigue and the inability to predict baby's moods can knock a person off their game for a bit. If articles about how to 'deal' with preschoolers are any indication, that state of disequilibrium can last some time, at least until the child can be sat down with a pencil and paper or sent to school.  That is a state of things we often feel more comfortable with.  Many people spend the early years just hanging on, waiting for them to pass, until the children are less… childish. 

It is true that there are challenges unique to the baby and toddler years.  If you are in a larger household you may find yourself in and out of this time over and over. You may find that you spend a number of years never out of it completely, with some small person around at all times.  It is necessary to have a proper perspective either way.  

With my first children I assumed chaos was the best we could expect and housekeeping was kept to the bare despicable minimum.  I resented the intrusion housekeeping chores made on our life and figured no one could be expected to do them with any regularity given the peculiar demands tiny people imposed. I fell into the mindset Peterson describes – this will pass.  We would wait until some future date when things would get back to 'normal.'  As you can see 'normal' never came and chaos was not an acceptable status quo for the long haul.  Neither was resentment. 

We have never been the types to enforce a rigid schedule for little folks. We gently move them into a routine but the truth is there are weeks and months where life demands that we adapt to the unexpected and still carry on cheerfully one way or another.  This is our normal. There is nothing 'wrong' with this state of affairs that must be endured nor fixed per se.  It just requires a different outlook and plan of attack.  

When writing about our family life in the Catholic Homeschool Companion book I said we had learned to 'make hay when the sun shines.'  This is still our way of doing things. If the baby is resting and I am able to, I get to work.  When we are home and able to, we push ahead with school.  We do all we can, whenever we can, and then if life happens (and sooner or later it does) we can respond to that challenge without undo anxiety over what else is not happening. We know that 'normal' means babies might be sleepless, toddlers may get excitable and messy, and teens may sometimes be in a funk or prone to sleeping every bit as much as the babies are prone to wakefulness. Dad, who had previously been home at 6 each evening might now be out of town or out of the country. There can be new homes, new jobs, new health challenges. 

Even aside from those major upheavals there are inevitably the lesser ones which come and go. The child who was enthusiastic about math or doing dishes last year may balk at those things this year. In contrast the child who was unable to contribute much last year may suddenly excel at a chore today. The new driver may now be able to run errands.  Tasks that were once done reliably at certain time may now have to be shifted to another part of the day so mom can catch a nap when baby falls asleep.  We don't stop doing the things we must.  We do however develop flexibility about when they get done in the day and who is able to do them.  We don't consider this problematic.  It is just another sort of normal. 

In His divine economy God wastes nothing.  If the season of life in which you find yourself has its own set of unique trials, be assured it also has its unique opportunities as well.  Instead of clinging to our comfort zones we can embrace the change and ask ourselves how we might see and do things differently. We can be certain that we are able to thrive under many different circumstances. There is a reason for today. 

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What’s up around here

Lots is the answer which is why I haven't been over here much.  It may not actually be as much as it feels like but coupled with nighttime parenting and nursing it is enough to keep my hands too full to do much blogging.  Instead I will share a visual tour of the past few weeks. 

One of the things I was most thankful for this Thanksgiving was children who cook, and cook well.  I had absolutely no part in dinner prep this year.  Allen made the turkey and Alannah outdid herself with pies – lattice and all.  
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Another sign she is growing up – Alannah had a dinner and dance with old friends. They hold these locally every year. They shared a potluck dinner and then have instruction in ballroom dance.  Dad was along to chaperone. : ) 

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There was also a lot of outdoors work.  He and the kids rotated the goats to the back pasture

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and travelled up into the mountains to chop the Christmas tree.

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While they were out and about Abbie and I spent a lot of time manning the couch.  My view the past few weeks looked a lot like this:

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light streaming in the living room window, my stitching nearby…

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and a now very bright eyed baby

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We did venture out for Abigeál's baptism.  

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Which brings us to date more or less.  We have scout meetings, Christmas play practice, and groceries and sooner or later that enormous tree in my living room will be decorated. : )  Meantime we are taking days by the moments, enjoying every one of them – even the ones when we feel like we are jogging through water.  Before long this baby girl will be the one off to the dance and there will be no giggling, chocolate-moustached toddlers to chase.  

Tradition of Omission

Once again the advent wreath was missing this first Sunday of advent.  It is an annual tradition of sorts. The advent wreath always ends up packed with the Christmas things which we fully intend to unpack in the days after Thanksgiving.  Those days inevitably end up being filled with other activities. The candles don't generally survive the summer so sometime the first week in advent we remind ourselves to replace them. (we did!)  We are usually reminded of the need to do this when we read the lovely advent articles and realize that we really should have begun preparing our prayers and practices sometime LAST month. 

What WERE we doing last month?  Just having a baby I guess. ; )  That is my excuse this year.  Actually it was my excuse for 3 of the past 5 years but the truth is this is a longstanding reality for us – one I tend to beat myself up over year in and year out.  I was in the process of doing just that today when Keeping House came. It has been on my wish list since Rebecca listed it on her sidebar way back when.  It had been all but forgotten until I was on baby rest and needed new books for company. It came just at the right time.  In my funk, I opened to the first chapter and read gratefully:

"Forget fantasies of "accomplishing something." Perhaps somewhere in the world there were people who measured their days by how much they got done – at work, in class, wherever. I measured my days by whether at the end of them the members of my household had been dressed and fed and bathed and put to bed. If we had been, then that was a good day.  I had done what mattered most." 

Though there are so very many beautiful ideas for the holidays, the truth is that the majority of my waking hours are spent on much more basic feeding, bathing, cleaning, and schooling chores, most of which do not break for holidays.  I have become rather adept at sneaking in little spurts of crafting and decorating between my more pressing tasks.  There is always that list of all I am not doing in the back of my mind however, particularly this time of year. So much more I wish I could do but can't.  Part of the frustration stems from a wrong understanding of what IS being done instead – namely caring for people near and dear to me. 

It is tempting to view meeting their most basic needs as somehow less valuable than doing the extras.  "Basic" doesn't mean "barely acceptable minimum" though.  It means core necessities that are absolutely essential to growth and prosperity.  Extras without basics is like frosting with no cake. Or worse, cake with no dinner. 

"Housekeeping – cooking, cleaning, laundry, all the large and small tasks that go into keeping a household humming along – is not a trivial matter but a serious one. People need to eat, to sleep, to have clothes to wear….. These are the needs housework exists to meet."

The past several years of homeschooling and homemaking have shown me over and over the beauty of 'basics'.  A good example was that the children had no need to break from their learning to wait on me for school during this baby season.  (They did break to play some dozens of board games with their big brother and to work outside with Dad during his time off and to baby gaze.) Simple systems enabled us to carry on. Laundry got done, learning happened, two and four legged creatures were fed, watered, and sheltered. While it is easy to take that for granted it is important to remember, as Ms.Peterson says, these are the things that Really Matter. Meeting true needs is never a small thing, it is everything. 

So we may limp along with our advent devotions but we remain fully devoted to caring for one another. We will continue to fill our pew on Sundays and holy days through this season.  We fast, we pray. We do the simple, though not easy, things we always do and we will eventually get all the visual reminders in place – the nativity, the wreath, the tree – or at least most of them. When we get discouraged by all we are not doing, we will remember that these practices are meant to serve man, not man the practices. Ours is not a faith of clever crafts and object lessons (though these are absolutely fine and can be helpful when you can swing them!) but rather we walk in imitation of One who came to serve. He met basic needs in those He met and admonished others not to get sidetracked by the extras. (remember Martha)  

"Jesus has very strong things to say… about the Christian duty to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and shelter the homeless…..  Housework is all about feeding and clothing and sheltering people who in the absence of that daily work would otherwise be hungry and ill-clad and ill-housed."

I have to think that taking our cue there is a fine thing this time of year.  As the author says, there is more to Matthew 25 than just our households, but we must start here.  We must also realize there are many seasons in life, some of which are more conducive to extras than others. If we find ourselves in one that is not we can rest assured we are doing exactly what we ought to be by simply doing what we must with a glad heart. 

It is better to have a little with fear of the Lord than great treasure with turmoil. Prov 15-16


Are you kidding me??

That was all I could say when Asher updated me on the news this afternoon.  Left to myself I can miss what many people consider 'major' news for days or weeks at a time.  My computer is not set to a news feed and my tv moves between HGTV, PBS, and TLC on the days I even get over to it.  I figure since pretty much everyone else on the planet is tuned in, sooner or later word will get back to me.  

Black Friday was more like 'nap Friday' here.  We alternated between dozing, snacking, and playing board games.  I also have been ordering books and art supplies online for Christmas gifts as I nurse Abbie Rose. There is nothing I would like less than fighting the crowds for factory made or plugged in gifts in town.  So when Asher told me crowd size reached 2000 people at some Walmart stores I couldn't believe it. When he told me one man was trampled TO DEATH by one of those crowds all I could say was, "They have lost their flippin' minds!"  

To kill someone for mass produced "stuff"??  

It makes me realize that it is a small circle, relatively speaking, that we move in, where women talk about unplugging, scaling back, and making by hand. It is a small circle populated by folks who would rather own an old book than a new gadget. It is a small circle that gets a thrill out of repurposing things deemed useless by others. It is a small circle that is not feeding on a steady diet of commercials and store ads convincing them they needs things they don't. It is a small circle but one I hope is growing, because this is just nuts. 

It is especially sad because in the end a 70 cent pack of crayons, scrap paper and an adult willing to color is worth more in the eyes of a child than a talking stuffed animal.  A carton of ice cream and a hour to share it with a friend is worth more than anything Box Mart sells, hands down. People matter.  Stuff doesn't. 

Tell you what, it brings to mind a blog post a friend forwarded me the other day.  It has been in my mind since. Do go ck it out. It is a timely reality check. As one of her comments reads:

Clutter is another way of saying "too much stuff". Pulling things out of their hiding places emphasizes how much too much we have. It helps to curb my impulse to buy more. I think that your idea of looking at all that you have instead of thinking of what you don't is a powerful one.

We have so very much to be thankful for. You have to wonder how those crazed customers would explain their deadly need for 'more' to the young woman at the bottom of that post?  

Labor as life skill

This is not a new concept for me but rather one that is reinforced with each birth. This birth has been no different. I have mulled over and over how each contraction went and what ran through my head each time. (I preface this by saying that while natural childbirth has taught me many life lessons, I am certain God has other ways of imparting these to those who have not had this experience.)  For me, however, natural childbirth has become something of a metaphor for motherhood and life in general. 

There is pain to be sure and it is often intense and nearly unbearable at times. There are times when you question your ability to carry on.  There are also breaks, little respites among the challenges, which bolster your confidence and give you a chance to catch your breath and regroup. I reminded myself of the most critical truth the night before labor began as I wondered how many contractions I would go through this time. The answer was simple – one.  All I really had to cope with was the one I was having at a given moment. 

This is one of the most important lessons we can learn and I admit that I often forget.  We only have to face our present challenges. We trouble ourselves needlessly drumming up the past, what might have been, and what may yet be, when our eyes really ought to be fixed firmly only on what is actually before us. 

As important as this, is remembering that it isn't only in childbirth that pain is purposeful.  It is ALWAYS for a purpose.  God works all things for good for those who love Him.  We may not see the purpose right off.  We may not see the purpose on this side of the veil at all.  But there is one.  There always is one. 

A line from one of Bud Macfarlane's books often rings through my head as well – It's only pain. It sounds so simple doesn't it?  The 'only' in that line isn't meant to underestimate the depths of pain – either physical or otherwise – we are capable of enduring in this life, but rather to put both into perspective. It can make you as miserable as you allow it, but it can't completely best you unless you concede. 

It has always been a mystery to me how one of the most momentous events in life was coupled with one of the most grueling. How is it life and death come so closely together. How do pain and joy meet as they do. Why?  I have come to believe this is not a Divine oversight but rather an analogy for life itself, so rarely without great trials, so consistently bringing a tremendous outpouring of blessing at one and the same time. We may never fully understand it, but we can make peace with it and trust that it is all exactly as it should be even when it doesn't feel that way. 

Rick Warren's train tracks analogy (which he came to after the cancer diagnosis his wife got) sums it up well. You can find the whole article here.  I think he nails it:

"I used to think that life was hills and valleys – you go through a dark time, then you go to the mountaintop, back and forth. I don't believe that anymore.

Rather than life being hills and valleys, I believe that it's kind of like two rails on a railroad track, and at all times you have something good and something bad in your life.

No matter how good things are in your life, there is always something bad that needs to be worked on.

And no matter how bad things are in your life, there is always something good you can thank God for.

You can focus on your purposes, or you can focus on your problems.

If you focus on your problems, you're going into self-centeredness, "which is my problem, my issues, my pain."

But one of the easiest ways to get rid of pain is to get your focus off yourself and onto God and others.

We discovered quickly that in spite of the prayers of hundreds of thousands of people, God was not going to heal my wife or make it easy for her.

It has been very difficult for her, and yet God has strengthened her character, given her a ministry of helping other people, given her a testimony, drawn her closer to Him and to people.

You have to learn to deal with both the good and the bad of life… In

Happy moments, PRAISE GOD.

Difficult moments, SEEK GOD.

Quiet moments, WORSHIP GOD.

Painful moments, TRUST GOD.

Every moment, THANK GOD"


God may not make it easy for us either, but He never fails to make things worthwhile.  

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Waste not, want not: children’s clothing tutorials

One of the most intriguing things I found in recent weeks were tutorials for making children's clothes out of repurposed sweaters and tees etc.  Soule Mama got me thinking with her baby hats. Then came the woolies.  But I was really hooked with the cotton knit pants. Basically those were made by tracing a leg pattern from any elastic waist pants that currently fit your child. I made oodles of those when the older guys were little.  EASY peasy. Now I am thinking of making a narrow legged version for Tess to wear as leggings.  Little girls can be so hard on tights.  We rarely get more than a couple wears out of them. I am all about free. 

Here is a round up of similar tutorials.  They each have multiple tutorials per post: 

Sew Mama Sew – here and here

Her Father’s Joy

This week has been all about Abbie Rose, rest, and catching up with my husband. It has passed all too quickly and I have only been here to the screen to edit pictures.  Otherwise my gaze has been fixed on a tiny girl surrounded by a host of brothers and sisters who can't get enough of her.  I have not been able to think of anything to say that does justice to the moment so I just take more pictures. They are supposed to be worth thousands of words anyway. 

The two words I want to say today however are Thank You.  From the bottom of my heart I thank you.  I am a stranger to many of you and yet you have assured me of your prayers time and again. You have joined us in celebrating this blessing. You cannot know very much that means to my family. We are awed and have treasured every single note. So thank you. 

The highlight of my week has been spending it with my husband who has clocked many hours of rocking, walking, laundry, and toddler entertainment. I leave you with a glimpse:

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