My brain is buzzing this week. Holy moly. I have holidy-itis.
This year, the babysitter is closing for a few days after Christmas. Because Bryon will have to work, that leaves me to watch the children. Now - someone, somwhere might think I am insane in the membrane, but I choose to see this as a relaxation celebration instead. Ten days alone with children (well, other than the evenings when Bryon will walk in the doorway and I will leap into his arms and ask him to save me - ahem) isn't scary really. No way. IAMSOEXCITED. Some of our flock may end up visiting family elsewhere for part of the holiday, but I will have someone tiny by my side the entire time. My brain is buzzing with what to do with myself. For those times when the kids are self-occupied or sleeping? Bridget Jones and Love Actually. The Holiday. Family Stone.
I haven't forgotten that I need to post the pictures of Hayley's quilt. I took them, honest I did. Then everyone got sick and thew up (that was Moo, post eye-infection cherry on top) and there was birthday drama. I prioritized the kids and forgot to upload the photos. Thank you in advance for your patience as I now struggle to remember every evening when I go home to do this.
I am ready to start my next projects. The creative juices are flowing and I'm ready to let them go. I do have some skirts on hand for the girls that I am considering whipping together for Christmas, but I haven't decided about that yet. Maybe. I keep changing them in my head so that's not helping things (corduroy! crenoline! HO - NOT what I have on hand.) The skirts are not what is eating at me, though. And I've learned to work on the things that are eating at me first.
The canvas for our living room is eating at me.
My blog book is eating at me.
The girls' second blankets are eating at me. Wait - what was that? Oh yes. Since the girls and Trevor are downstairs (remember, ground level NOT basement icebox) it is a little bit chillier in their room than it is upstairs. Also, they want to drag their quilts all over everyplace to snuggle in around the house. This is... cumbersome. Bryon suggested that the girls in particular have another blanket on their beds for just such a reason. (Trevor digs into his blankets now and swirls until he is covered by a pound of fluff on all sides. When he was little it had to be just-so. Not so much now.) Of course Husband meant that I should walk myself upstairs and select blankets from the ample supply in our linen closet and apply them to the little beds. Free and easy. But I can't do things that easily. Come on now, who am I? No, no, no. I'm all busy dreaming up their next blankets. This time they won't be full twin size; they will be smaller. Mobile. I'm thinking of buying a full/queen warm & natural roll and then chopping her in half. Sortof. Whatever THAT size is. It needs to be small enough for me to work in my machine or by hand but a bit bigger than crib size. Maybe flannel or an upcycled blanket and some yarn will be involved. Yes I said by hand. I'm not really itching to stitch by hand, I'm itching to knot it.
When I was little, my granny used to make apple pies with cinnamon Red Hots inside. Not my thing, but I sure do love making her apple pies without the candies. Might have to pop one of those out of my oven this holiday.
Bryon mentioned a remarkable (yet inexpensive) idea for the house on Saturday night. I don't want to share until we can make it happen. Plans are underway!
Ever notice how difficult it is to find vintage BOY linens? I mean, if you exclude dump trucks, super heros, star wars, and the like. I'd even take just the right 1970's vintage brown over what I keep seeing! All I keep finding are stripes and primary colors. Uh... no. Frustrating.
"DEER!" Mabel shouted on the drive in this morning. Now, it was 24 degrees out with dense fog - prime environment for road frost. And the speed limit is 75 so, there is NO quick braking. That's just stupidity. So I scan everywhere for this mammal before me. "Where?" I shouted. "In my Bambi book, Mama! Right here," she pointed from her carseat. Took about 10 minutes for my heart to resume normal pace.
I am in love with this place that I live. It's becoming the season of rebirth, the white-washing away of everything past. This morning hoarfrost covered everything in white glitter. The sun was behind the dense fog, so it was like heaven, I think. White, glowing, and glittery - that's what Heaven looks like in my mind. This must be it on earth.
My friend Michelle and I went for sushi Monday night. Just because. Because she needed someone to listen and because God placed her on my heart so strongly that I invited her to dinner sometime around 9 on Monday morning. We looked forward to it all day. We spent quite a long time deciding and I was adventurous. We had eel (it's cooked) and (cream) cheese appetizer - yummo. Then, a Tokyo roll, sashimi plate, and peanut avocado roll. Michelle had a seaweed salad and I, miso soup. We also shared a rainbow roll and I learned that red snapper is not red - it's white. And it was wonderful. I remember Becky telling me that eel was not her favorite, but I was quite suprised by it. Slightly fishing but not at all overwhelming. In fact, the salmon is fishier in my opinion. It was all delicious. Hot tea, warm words, and talk of Jesus over sushi. What on earth could be better than that?!
We aren't eating our Thanksgiving meal on Thursday. Instead, we're planning to travel west a bit to visit Bryon's elderly grandmother. She is nearing the end of her journey on this earth I suspect, so we've decided to prioritize her over a meal. I'm planning to cook on Saturday instead. On my list: roasted turkey (stuffed with lemons halves and garlic gloves, and butter/fresh herbs tucked under the skin), mashed potatoes and homemade gravy, stuffing, green beans, amish noodles, sweet potatoes, cranberry jelly, and pumpkin pie. Pretty standard - but I can't WAIT to cook it all. I have a 16 lb turkey this year. I would have bought a 20 lb-er if I'd found one, just for leftovers.
It's officially been 3 years since my last cigarette. I can tell you honestly that I really don't even think of it anymore. God is good.
Bryon and I are meeting today with the pastor that married us. We meet once per month at least, just to talk about married life. You could certainly call it counseling but we think of it more as mentoring. A platform to speak our minds. We do have so many more issues to face together than the average couple, and we are determined to experience them with grace and God together. That is HARD, yo. We love that we share such a good friend and can be so honest with him and with each other. It's a blessing.
I'm thankful for all of you. God bless you on this holiday!