Nov. 23, 2009 - The Simple Woman's Daybook ~ #54 ~ 11/23/09
Outside my window...grey, dreary day. Looks like it could even snow.
I am thinking...how blessed I am to live in America. Even though we have lost the ability to do so much, so quickly, we still have so much more than people in most other countries.
I am thankful for...still having a home, cars & not going hungry. And for our precious DD#2 who is taking it upon her sweet, young shoulders to volunteer her paycheck to buy Thanksgiving dinner for us! God bless her richly!
From the kitchen...Baked a new loaf of flaxseed bread. Where would we be w/o it? :-)
I am wearing...jeans, black turtleneck.
I am remembering…that this too, shall pass.
I am going…to pick up DD#2 from work & stop by my Dr's office for some med samples to tide me over 'til I can make an appointment w/him. PTL for free samples!!
I am reading...Habbukuk. Short & oh, so powerful.
I am hoping...for miracles!
On my mind…the generousity & love of our sweet DD#2 (DD#1 ain't bad, either!)
I am creating...a peaceful home.
I am hearing...radio.
Noticing that…my attitude effects everyone in our home; a smile to a stranger can change an outcome.
Pondering these words…"Encourage each other, as long as it is called 'Today.'"
Around the house...the Monday routine ~ laundry, bread baking, errands, taking DD#2 to/from work...
One of my favorite things...winning a contest! I was so shocked, last week, to have found out that I was blessed to have won a contest at www.teenytinycabin.com!! I received my beautiful homemade, primitive-style gifts from Claudia today!!!!!! PTL!! Made my day!
A Scripture thought...II Cor. 1:3-4 ~ "Praise be to the God & Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion & the God of all comfort, Who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble w/the same comfort we ourselves have received from God."
A few plans for the rest of the week...maintain the peace & sanity of our home. Having my mom & brother over to share Thanksgiving w/our family. HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE!!
Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you...
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Blessings from Ohio, Kim Wolf<><
November 23, 2009 - I ♥ Faces: Sun Flare
When I saw the theme for this week's I <3 Faces challenge,: “Sun Flare”, this picture just popped into my head! :) I love the Sun Flare coming down on her. Isn't Hannah such a pretty girly? I sure love that Dahling!
©AmandaDixon2009
Nov. 23, 2009 - Pumpkin Dump Cake
One of my friends made this for our Pumpkin Party earlier in the month. It was SO yummy I had to get her recipe. I am hoping to make this today to share with my mom who arrived yesterday to spend Thanksgiving week with us. :^)
Pumpkin Dump Cake
1 can pumpkin (29 oz.)
1 C sugar
1 can evaporated milk (12 oz.)
3 eggs
1 box yellow cake mix
4 tsp pumpkin pie spice
1/2 tsp salt
3/4 C melted butter
1 C chopped pecans
Combine pumpkin, sugar, evap. milk, eggs, spices, and salt in mixing bowl. Beat well. Pour into greased and floured 9x13 glass pan. Sprinkle cake mix evenly over mixture. Sprinkle the pecans over the cake mix. Pour melted butter over all. Bake at 350 for 50-60 minutes. Watch closely, burns easily. (Knife inserted in the middle of cake should come out clean when done.)
If you are looking for a new yummy Thanksgiving recipe you might want to give this one a try!
Happy Homeschooling,
Jamin
Nov. 22, 2009 - The Day We Saw "Mr. Rogers" in Church
During this morning's church service, dad and I noticed Biruk was staring intently into the congregation, unresponsive to our attempts to get his attention.
I asked him what he was looking at, and finally he answered, with eyes shining and a quiet voice laden with awe..."I see...I see...Mr. Rogers."
Sure enough, a few rows ahead and to the right, was an older gentleman in a button-down burnt-orange cardigan. He didn't look much like Mr. Rogers to me (except for the sweater), but looking closer, I could see how a two-year-old might think so. A thin older gentleman, with hair just-so, a certain set of the ears, and a softly pleasant facial expression. Combined with the sweater, "just like" Mr. Rogers.
Dad and Mom do live in Fred Roger's hometown (and his show was produced in Pittsburgh, not too far from where we lived before). Once Biruk heard about this, whenever we walk down the street he grew up on, he has to "wave at Mr. Rogers house!". We don't know exactly which house it is, so we just randomly pick one and wave at it. Between the house and seeing the guy "live" on PBS, it's no surprise that Biruk assumed that the nice old guy in the sweater had to be the real Mr. Rogers. I think I'll wait a few years before I break it to him that Mr. Rogers isn't actually our neighbor. For now, he can go on believing that he's seen Mr. Rogers up close and personal, a distinction he shares with former President Bush and his wife. What a lucky boy!
Nov. 21, 2009 - What kind of mother?
If you saw us today and thought "What kind of mother makes her toddler walk half-way around a huge lake in wet clothes and a stinky diaper?"...this would be my answer:
The kind of mother who feels terrible about the fact that her son's pants and boots are soaking wet and probably very cold.
The kind of mother who's son walked the first half of the lake dry and warm, and then disobeyed her and sat down in a stream at the exact mid-point of the hike so that she couldn't simply run him back to the car to change him.
The kind of mother who carefully dressed her children in warm clothes and boots suitable for mud stomping. The kind of mother who made sure to put a whole bag of clean clothes and diapers in the back, for just such an occasion. Only she couldn't get to her car when she needed it.
The kind of mother who never, ever properly gauges the amount of time it takes to walk nearly 3 miles with 3 boys who want to stop and look at every hole in the ground.
The kind of mother who was thinking about this because "What kind of mother...?" is a thought that often runs through her own mind, and a comment that she often sees and hears leveled at other women. Being a mom means it is incredibly easy to look bad to others, very difficult to look good to others (since there are so many ideas of "good mothering"), and easier than I'd like to forget that other mothers also have whole lives that lead up to and include the one bad moment I may see.
What kind of "What kind of mother....?" are you?
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