The weeding fairy

Remember when I wrote this yesterday?
Our week has been full of backyard fun: splashing in the kiddie pool and eating meals on the patio, hanging clothing on the line to dry, mowing, sidewalk chalk and painting. And me, looking at our vegetable garden every day and wishing someone else would come and weed it. I'm still waiting. I just don't have it in me to get up and do it myself.

Well.

This morning as Mark was leaving for work, he was startled to find someone bent over in our garden, weeding away.

That someone was my mom, bless her serving heart.

And she doesn't even read my blog.

She just "had this thought" during the night that she should come up and weed our garden for us.

How blessed are we? [And how good is God to put that on her heart when it's been something both Mark and I would like to do but haven't exactly been able to?]

Three cheers for my wonderful mother!

Letter about an anniversary

Dear readers,

These past few weeks have been full! Mark and I celebrated our 13 year anniversary at the end of June. We usually try to get away for a couple of nights, but were unable to this year because Audra is still nursing, so we took a full *day* together with plans to get way overnight in September.

We headed to one of our favorite little localish towns and poked around in antique stores, ate ice cream, went to a matinee, and had a full days worth of uninterrupted conversation. That, my friends, is a rare treat. :)

We also ate great food. One of my favorite things in life is going out to eat- not just for the discovery of new good food, but because someone else makes me my food, brings it to me, and cleans up after me. And: no one interrupts me to need me to get up and get them a drink, a fork, their sippy cup, or a second helping. No one is throwing food on the floor or crying to get down from their seat because they're done. You get it. I can just sit and revel in the food and conversation and enjoy it. Ahh. For dinner we went to the Outback Steakhouse and I ordered, amongst other things, a side of their Blue Cheese Wedge Salad and have been raving about it ever since. If you've never had that salad, you need to drive to the nearest Outback right now and order it. As I was eating, I memorized the ingredients (lettuce, bacon, tomatoes, blue cheese... Enough said.) and when I got home, I searched online for the dressing recipe so that I could make it here at home and have made it three times in that many weeks. It is scrumptious. And I'm totally serious about you getting to an Outback and ordering yourself that salad.

I just scanned the above paragraph for editing purposes, and am thinking how funny it is that I've just spent a whole paragraph telling you about a salad. If Mark were writing a recap of our day, he'd likely be telling you about the matinee we saw, but not me. No. I'll just talk food.

I've mentioned here before that each year for our anniversary we ask each other questions, as an evaluation of sorts. Sometimes they're specific to marriage, to us, but usually they are just questions like "What area would you like to grow in in the coming year?" This year Mark's question was: "What are you most proud of as you look back on this past year?" and then, "As you look back on this past year, what do you wish you'd accomplished?" Or something along those lines. [Mark, you can clarify in the comments what your questions actually were.] Good stuff.

It was a great day with Mark, and I am so very thankful for my mom who watched our kids all.day.long so that we could get away. This was the longest I'd ever been away from Audra, and of course she did great. When we're away for any length of time, we guess what the kids' reactions will be when we get back. We're usually spot on. Audra shrieked with glee and then wanted me and would not let go for anything. Adelia hollered mommy! and daddy! and ran over to us. Isaias ran over to hug our legs. Isaac, we guessed, would be playing Legos and be bummed that us being home meant that he would not have time to finish whatever he was building. And Ella just crawled into Mark's lap and wanted to go home. So we did. Because I needed to find the recipe for The Salad.

When I began this post-that-is-a-letter, I planned to fill you in on our last couple of weeks. Me in all my chatter only got through detailing a single day.

Lovely.

In a nutshell: I turned 35 last week and that was great. I've been doing school planning for next year (in which I'll have a child in Kindergarten, one in first grade, and one in third grade. Oh my.) and I'm REALLY excited about many things and can't wait to share them here, when I get some more time. I think that's all.

I hope you're having a wonderful day and enjoying as much sunshine as we are here! Our week has been full of backyard fun: splashing in the kiddie pool and eating meals on the patio, hanging clothing on the line to dry, mowing, sidewalk chalk and painting. And me, looking at our vegetable garden every day and wishing someone else would come and weed it. I'm still waiting. I just don't have it in me to get up and do it myself.

Blessings to each and every one of you!

~Stacy

Books just in


Have any of you read any of these?

Dance

We wrapped up Ella's first season of dance with a weekend of performances.


She danced with her beautiful smile shining from that face I love so much and I sat in the audience, proud of the girl she is.

I am relieved that it's over, these weekly trips to the dance studio with my five. This was our first foray into the extra-curricular and truth be told: I dreaded it, every week. It was taxing on all of us, but me especially.

Mark and I weigh these two things, now: Ella loves to dance. (Maybe all little girls do, I don't know.) But: it took a lot out of the rest of us.

Maybe if it had been at a different time of the day? -4:00? Never again.
Maybe if we were in a different season of our lives? -And the girls weren't still so little.
Maybe if it was not so expensive...

Ah, but she loves it so much.

We're praying about it, Mark and I. We'll see.

Homeschooling: why we do it

A young woman approached me recently and asked me why we decided to homeschool. She is newly pregnant with her first child and she explained that her and her husband are just beginning to think about such things.

There are many reasons we school at home, and there are so many benefits to it, but this is the main thing:
1 These are the commands, decrees and laws the LORD your God directed me to teach you to observe in the land that you are crossing the Jordan to possess, 2 so that you, your children and their children after them may fear the LORD your God as long as you live by keeping all his decrees and commands that I give you, and so that you may enjoy long life. 3 Hear, O Israel, and be careful to obey so that it may go well with you and that you may increase greatly in a land flowing with milk and honey, just as the LORD, the God of your fathers, promised you.

4 Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God, the LORD is one. 5 Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. 6 These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts. 7 Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. 8 Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. 9 Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates.
~ Deuteronomy 6:1-9

Homeschooling provides us with more opportunites, more time- simply by nature of the fact that they are at home for those daytime hours- to impress God's commandments on our children's hearts.

I am so thankful for the privilege to do it!

Father's Day


He tells our girls he loves them.

He tells them how beautiful they are.

He leaves notes on the dry erase board to be discovered at breakfast.

He sits on the floor and plays LEGOS with the boys, for long stretches of time.

He gently pushes them to try new things.

He encourages them.

He puts the kids to bed, singing to them and praying for them.

He gets up in the middle of the night with our babies.

He is a loving, patient, wise disciplinarian.

He reads the Bible to the kids every single night, and has for as long as I can remember.

He puts on crazy music and dances silly and spins the kids around.

He wrestles with the boys.

He gives just the right compliments when the girls are all dressed up and go to "show daddy".

He takes advantage of teachable moments.

He praises their work.

He is creative [box creations and animal pancakes]

He serves tirelessly and without complaint.

He praises their character.

He has God-given discernment.

He works hard to provide for his children.

He reads them great stories.

He makes up great stories.

He delights in each of them.

He is firm but unfailingly kind.

He loves their mommy well.




Happy Father's Day, honey. I am so glad to be paired up with *you* for this parenting adventure!

We love you!