Afterfun aftermath

Yesterday was super fun at the kids’ Super Hero Party.

Today everyone is hot and a tich cranky. The day has gone pretty well, minus the big tantrum Cadrian had when I left to go to the chiro with the girls. He was going to go to another farm with Dada to look at a silo unloader and suddenly “ganged his mind”. I had to discipline him to make him get out of the door of the van. Sigh.

Then I was running late and the chiro called me to see where I was.

Despite all that though, I still had an excellent blood pressure after my adjustment.

Brielle helped make lunch and thankfully she was not near the stove when I almost dropped a pot of boiling water. I burned my finger in the process but the egg white helped and I’m in hardy any pain.

For he will order his angels to protect you wherever you go. Psalm 91:11 was certainly true for us today. I could have dropped that pot on my feet, or belly, or small children could have easily been in the way.

The chiddlers were excellent during quiet time which is always a blessing, so I can rest as ordered.

Denton is having a stubborn streak. We’re potty training and he will go whenever we tell him to, but not without being prompted. So when things get busy, like the day we were setting up for the party–uh-oh! Also sometimes he will cry and fuss at me when I tell him to go and then it is a battle of wills.

He is such a delight and can be such a stinker! He got promoted to a booster at mealtime, but now he tries to stand up and grab other people’s food and wrestle with his brother. I decided a good name for him is Lil Dynamo!

Aviana hung out a load of clothes for me. Although she accidentally hung out a basket of dirty dry clothes, we got it remedied with very little fuss and only a few tears.

Kevin sent me inside again, saying it’s too hot out there for me. I never thought I would be complaining about being forced to rest!

Aviana is having a hard time getting along with others. So am I frankly. God puts people in your life for a reason, but it is challenging to “love others with a genuine love.” I certainly can’t do it under my own power.

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Birthday Party Prep

Pennant Banner completed: check
Fruit cut up: check
Veggies cut up: check
Bad Guy masks made: check
Obstacle course designed and set up: check
Buns sliced: check
Kitchen floors done: check
New desk assembled: check
New bathroom stocked and functional: check
Washer and dryer moved: check
New bathroom decorated: check
Handkerchiefs located: check
Capes made: check
Signage made: check
Cupcake picks made: check
Eleventeen balloons blown up: check
Cityscape made: check
Night scene made: check
Facepaint located: check
Paint, brushes and ice cube trays located: check
Chocolate sauce made: check

Tomorrow’s list is shorter. I thank God for family and friends who did the lion’s share of this! I didn’t do a whole lot of it because I’ve been having high blood pressures and have had to rest a lot.

It’s annoying when my mom, husband, dad, mother-in-law and anyone else who deems it necessary tells me, “Go sit down!” or “Are you resting?” I understand the concern and I’m not taking it lightly. It is just very very difficult to let people do things that I feel are my responsibilities or even things I just want to do.

Even so, I am very thankful for the people willing to do whatever needs done to help our family thrive and for the kids’ Super Party to be a Super Success.

And truthfully, I am so tired I could fall asleep right now.

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Four is a new thing for us when it comes to boys. Never had a four year old boy before. Now that I’ve had a Four for five days, I think I’m going to love Four just as much as Three, but probably more. Four still holds my hand, but prefers to run ahead. Four is adorable and funny and spunky. Four is sensitive and precious and precocious and loud. Very often loud.

Four rubs off on other people. I find myself saying “gickens” in my head when I want to feed the chickens or “What’s dat noise doing?” when I wonder what it is I’m hearing. Four has many endearing traits which is lucky because Four also makes mischief of all sorts. Sometimes it’s something like taking apart all the flashlights because of his insatiable curiosity, but sometimes it’s something like spitting water all over the floor because that curiosity wants to know what I’ll do.

Four can be a handful all by himself. Four is thankfully outgrowing tantrums. I will say, “You’re not allowed to cry about that” and he will stop wailing to ask, “Why?” I’ll explain that he can be upset and frustrated but he can’t scream at me like that, and he will find something else to do. Usually.

Four enjoys his little brother (One) immensely. He also enjoys putting sand in his hair, laying on him, dragging him around by his ankles and teasing One endlessly. He seemingly can’t hear it though when the giggles of delight change to cries of protest, which means Mama has to run lot of interference. One (see picture, below) does whatever Four is doing, which is usually hilarious, unless Four is doing a bêtise, which is, unfortunately, often. (see Mischief, above)

Four likes to try to keep up with his sisters, but can’t always do it. Then Four is frustrated beyond belief. Four wants desperately to be a Big Kid, and sometimes can be. Four leads and follows equally well, and also very much likes “to do it all by my own ghelf”.

Four loves gains (trains), wockets, guns, gween, back hoes and construction ilk. That’s why getting a green rubber band rocket and a green bubble gun for his birthday were pretty much ideal presents. He already has gotten the rocket stuck in a tree and on the roof and lost one of the rubber bands. (Reference “all by own ghelf)

 Four is dirty and grubby and sweaty. Four smells like outside and sunshine. Four explores the world with his whole being, reminding me of dandelion seeds, dragonflies and bits of the inside of a melon.

Four is busy. Four does not like to be still except to listen to certain stories. Four still will cuddle and snuggle and ask Mama to “ghing a gong” but that’s usually just an excuse to stay up a bit later.

Four wanted a monkey cake for his birthday. A gocklet monkey cake.

Four loves everything about his Dada. Dada will ask Four if he wants to go with him and Four will say, “YES!” complete with fist pump and then ask, “Where we going?” Four loves to help Dada and dress like Dada. Four was thrilled when he got promoted to “boxas” and sometimes wants to only wear his “boxas” all day.

Four is beautiful, inside and out.  I am so very, incredibly thankful God chose me to be his mama, that He trusted me with the privilege of guiding him to adulthood. Four is new.  Four is mine.

And I could not be more pleased.
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There are so many reasons why I adore Eight. A newly minted Eight for four days Eight. Eight is thoughtful and sweet. Eight is snuggly and precious. Eight is loud sometimes, but usually mellow. Eight is silly and has an awesome fake laugh and an endearing real laugh. Eight giggles.

Eight loves to run ahead and yet remembers to stop and wait for those behind. Eight loves to help. She takes care of her youngest brother as much as he will let her. Eight can’t wait to hold and snuggle and wear the new baby because she/he won’t wriggle away from her.

Eight is creative. Eight loves projects like knitting a hat, making a dessert, divining a treasure hunt, writing a play. Eight is extraordinarily independent. I’ve learned to comment, “Let me know if you want help” because even though I think something might be too frustrating of a challenge, as it turns out, Eight wants to master it on her own.

Eight loves to read. In fact, if sometimes you can’t find Eight, look under the pile of books. Eight’s absolute favorite thing to do is read. We sometimes have to tell Eight not to read anymore and go play.

Eight has a hard time falling asleep. Eight tries to be obedient and stay in bed, but almost always thinks of a good excuse to come back downstairs even if it is just a little lavender on the temples or another prayer. Eight also tries hard to live peaceably with others, but has been known to yell at her siblings.

Eight is self directed. She decided she wanted to finish her second grade curriculum by herself and sat down and did it. Eight loves to learn new things. Most recently she shared with me the story of Reverend Thomas Vincent who lived during the Great Plague in 1665. He lived out Psalm 91 where it says,

“9 If you make the Lord your refuge,
if you make the Most High your shelter,
10 no evil will conquer you;
no plague will come near your home.”
“6 Do not dread the disease that stalks in darkness,
nor the disaster that strikes at midday.
7 Though a thousand fall at your side,
though ten thousand are dying around you,
these evils will not touch you.”

Even though 70,000 people died in London that year and Reverend Vincent visited many of them, sharing the salvation of God, he was never even sick an hour. I love to see Eight’s heart.

Eight is beautiful, inside and out. I am so very, incredibly thankful God chose me to be her mama, that He trusted me with the privilege of guiding her to adulthood. Eight is new. Eight is mine.

And I could not be more pleased.
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If we could truly make this happen

This would change a lot.

_*Congressional Reform Act of 2012*_

1. No Tenure / No Pension.

A Congressman/woman collects a salary while in office and receives no pay when they’re out of office.

2. Congress (past, present & future) participates in Social Security.

All funds in the Congressional retirement fund move to the Social Security system immediately. All future funds flow into The Social Security system, and Congress participates with the American people. It may not be used for any other purpose.

3. Congress can purchase their own retirement plan, just as all Americans do.

4. Congress will no longer vote themselves a pay raise. Congressional pay will rise by the lower of CPI or 3%.

5. Congress loses their current health care system and participates in the same health care system as the American people.

6. Congress must equally abide by all laws they impose on the American people.

7. All contracts with past and present Congressmen/women are void effective 12/31/12.
The American people did not make this contract with Congressmen/women.

Congressmen/women made all these contracts for themselves. Serving in Congress is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, so ours should serve their Term(s), then go home and back to work.


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remember this

There is a time to treasure every fleeting minute of their childhood. Just eighteen precious years to inspire and train them. We will not exchange this birthright for a mess of pottage called social position, or business success or professional reputation. An hour of concern today may save years of heartache tomorrow, the house will wait, the dishes will wait, the new room can wait, but children don’t wait. There will be a time when there will be no slamming of doors, no toys on the stairs, no childhood quarrels, no fingerprints on the wallpaper. Then may we look back with joy and not regret. God give us wisdom to see that today is the day with our children. That there is no unimportant moment in their lives. May we know that no other career is so precious, no other work so rewarding, no other task so urgent. May we not defer it nor neglect it, but by Thy Spirit accept it gladly, joyously, and by Thy grace realize that the time is short and our time is now, for children won’t wait!

Children Won’t Wait, by Helen Young

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Why my brain is tired

***please note, questions and comments may or may not overlap and run hlter skelter through the air, independent of any semblance of order. I plop you in the middle of a moment of my day.***

mama, is Kaleb the tallest in in his family?
Is he taller than Dada?
what If I get to be taller than my measuring strip? will I be six feet tall? Will I be th tallest girl ever in the world?
NO, Goliath’s wife was the tallest in the world.
i bet Goliath’s shoes were longer than the car.
Is a cwocodile wongewr den the car?
Is Goliath longer than a volcano?
Are there volcanoes in Colorado?
If we left right now would we be in Colorado by the morning?
Would we see a fire if we woke up in Colorado?
Is Co-woe-wad-oh in ‘Merica?
How faw is it to ‘Merica?
why vocanoes bwoe up?
We be died if we in a volcano?
How hot does a volcano get?
can you touch one after it erupts?
Erupt.E–rupt. EEEEEE-rupt. Eruptttt. Erupt. Erupt. Eeee-rrrrupt.
What makes a volcano erupt?
what if a volcano erupted in our field?
why we no have sunfwoweres in our field?
why are our sunflowers done blooming , and that sunflower field is not?
do we hav esweet corn in our field?
Can we eat sweet corn for Cadrian’s birthday?
I stopped being a big fan of sweet corn when I lost my front teeth.
I wonder when I’ll lose a tooth.

***and then I took a nap***

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Farm Food

Today was Aviana’s psuedo birthday. We let the kids choose something special to do and what we eat on their birthdays. Aviana wanted to have some cousins over but they weren’t available on Saturday for her actual birthday, hence the psuedo birthday. it worked out for the best anyway since the grandmas have to work on Saturday and it’s the day after Cadrian’s birthday. Two birthdays in a row is a lot harder than I bargained for when Cadrian decided to come a week early.

I still want each child to feel special without killing myself in the process.

For breakfast, we had French toast made with storebought, white French bread and all the cinnamon sugar and syrup a small child could want.

Lunch was super delicious pulled pork made by Grandma and Super sloppy joes made by me. I follow this recipe:  We had fresh fruit and veggie trays.

I made a Red White and Blue Poke cake  and Tutti Fruiti Ice Cream( add three each oranges, lemons and bananas–puree together– to a basic vanilla recipe)

For dinner we had friend grown kale with toasted cashews: (only I used almonds) and friend grown sweet corn.

Eight years ago today, I had no idea we’d be meeting our sweet baby A six weeks early in a few short days. I couldn’t have imagined how much she’d change my life.

For so much the better.

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34 weeks pregnant with Babe E

 From the highway, Brielle thought she was taller than the corn. That is one of those “arguments” that isn’t worth it, so I pulled over to someone’s gate hole and them go see for themselves. It may have been a little sunny…

 And this was SUCH a great picture of my youngest son, who has completely mastered the art of looking in the other direction when I say, “Denton!” with a camera in my hand.

We were all very annoyed and itchy after this trip into the sunflower field. Totally not worth it.
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Fudge Pops and Ice Boats

 I bought the Taste of Home Smoothie and Blender Drinks Recipe Cards cook booklet the other day. I am so glad I did. We have already made several recipes from it and they have all been terrific. This recipe for Homemade Fudge Pops is also on the Taste of Home website.


  • 1/4 cup butter, cubed
  • 1/2 cup all-purpose flour
  • 4 cups milk
  • 1-1/3 cups packed brown sugar
  • 1/3 cup baking cocoa
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 20 Popsicle molds or disposable plastic cups (3 ounces each) and Popsicle sticks


  • In a large saucepan, melt butter over medium heat. Stir in flour until smooth; gradually add milk. Stir in the brown sugar, cocoa and salt. Bring to a boil; cook and stir for 2 minutes or until thickened.
  • Remove from the heat; stir in vanilla. Cool for 20 minutes, stirring several times.
  • Pour 1/4 cupfuls into Popsicle molds or plastic cups; top molds with holders or insert Popsicle sticks into cups. Freeze until firm. Yield: 20 servings.

The recipe was simple enough for Brielle, 5, to help extensively with it. We made a few alterations as usual (I can’t seem to follow directions whether it’s intentional like with my recipes or unintentional like with my knitting). I used about 1/3 less sugar, half unsweetened almond milk, and almond extract instead of vanilla. I also used shaped ice cube trays instead of popsicle molds for smaller servings and much less meltage.

 Although, they still manage to get the chocolately deliciousness everywhere.
Aviana made Peanut Butter and Banana Smoothies the other day which we can heartily recommend. I also think everyone should keep some Iced Coffee Latte in their refrigerator to pour over ice for when I visit   those midafternoon lulls. (I actually used Sanka for no caffeine, and it was wonderful)
In other news, I saw Ice Cube Boats on Pinterest and figured, hey, it’s hotter than a volcano-(-Cadrian is going through a compare-everything- to-avolcano phase) we could fry eggs on the driveway or play with ice…We opted for the ice. We used empty yogurt, sour cream, cottage cheese and whatever else we found in the recycle containers to freeze the water. We taped a bendy straw bendy side down to the bottom first. (Much better directions and pictures are at the link above)
 They were cute but didn’t float evenly at all and the sails made better crowns than sails as it turned out.
 And they only lasted for about a minute. Seriously.
It’s hotter than a volcano.

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