Tidying is a fancy way of saying I put everything away. You see, farming, farming and more farming is all we do around these parts. His farming paraphernalia starts in one room and spills across the whole house. Tractors, cows, bales of hay, etc. Our play room had this magnificent kitchen area, that has been unused for some time due to the farm expansion project. He's in charge, that's for sure. This little girl has been told her favorite tractors are Farmalls. She can't like John Deere tractors because only he can like John Deere. She's not allowed to like cows because cows are his favorite. Two people in the same house couldn't both like cows. It's not allowed, apparently. She's also either the menace who 'ruins' everything or she's the hired help who has to follow orders. Not that she minds, usually. She just goes with the flow and does what she's told most often.
I wondered...if I got all the farming stuff out and left her with a clean slate, would she go find the farming stuff? Is she farming because she wants to or because she is told to? What's her favorite?
Out went all the farming stuff. And practically everything else too.
She's been at kitchen play much more often lately. And he has his elaborate county fair scene in the other room that he's hard at work building. A farmer never rests, you see.
Lots of good pretend play. That's what childhood is all about. Perhaps you agree?
Friday, March 7, 2014
Thursday, March 6, 2014
A wooden bathroom set for our dollhouse. A cross stitched work of art that I'm not sure what to do with. A cloth carry case stable and five horses...brand new....for sweet girl's birthday. Two leis...also planning ahead for her birthday. A yard and a half of wool fabric...thinking of that dress making every month project I signed myself up for. $9.00
So, this book is a bit comical. It talks about all the 'projects' daddy does and how the kids help them. The mom waves from the kitchen. My oldest says "We help you do stuff like this, mama." Indeed you do. Such gender roles are long gone. I love the pictures though.
There's still a tear out in the back, advertising this set...which I picked up at the thirft store a bit ago. Only, I didn't have to mail in four easy payments. I frequently find my kids curled up and reading this set. It's a quite marvelous collection, if you ever do find it out and about during your travels.
And the stamp book. It's filled with loads of old stamps, some from the 1800s.
I'm on a granola kick again.
We're counting our pennies and planning for new animals who will (hopefully) call this farm home come spring.
I'm planning further the farm time story hour that will hopefully debut in spring.
I'm organizing seeds.
We're waiting for those temperature to rise so the sap will start flowing.
I am ready for some snow to melt. With the amount of snow and the drifts, our goats can just walk right over their fence with zero effort. They haven't been outside as much as usual lately.
It's after midnight and my hands are covered in paint. I've officially gone through close to 15 gallons of paint/primer since moving less than a year and a half ago. Me, all me. No one else paints around these parts. Truthfully, I'm not really a fan of painting. However, I do enjoy admiring freshly painted walls. I won't be sad when all is painted, that's for sure.
I'm on vacation this week and have grand plans. Grand plans of balancing being home and going out and about. Grand plans of squeezing in a bit of time for projects and creativity if able. Grand plans of meals to make and desserts to enjoy. We shall see how much I accomplish. It might be a lot, might be hardly anything. What I can tell you is I am worried about nothing this week and am going to take each new sunrise as a chance to breathe deeply and enjoy this life I'm blessed with. Pin It
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
This idea isn't from me. A friend of mine is an avid cookie cake fan. She tried it this way and said it was so yummy. Although I believed her, I thought I ought to taste test. Mmm. Thanks Daniele!
And w-w-what? Some of you STILL have not tried the original cookie cake? (Hollering at you, other Danielle). Unacceptable. It's the perfect dessert, honest it is. Easy, delicious, warm, gooey. Better than sliced bread, I promise. Here's the link. You won't be sorry.
And onto the NEW Reeces Pieces Chocolate Cookie Cake.
1 stick of butter
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup white sugar
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp vanilla
1/2 tsp cream of tarter
1/4 cup cocoa powder
1 1/4 cup flour
1 cup Reeces Pieces
-Mix butter and sugars. Add eggs, mix. Add baking soda, salt, vanilla and cream of tarter and mix. Mix in cocoa powder and flour. Add chocolate chips. Spread in a greased pie plate*. Bake at 350 for ~22-25 minutes. Devour.
* To spread quickly, I use cooking spray to spray the bottom of the measuring cup. I use that to spread the dough without it sticking. Quick and easy peasy. Pin It
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
It's hard to believe this son of mine is going to be 3 1/2 next week. Half birthdays are something special around these parts. Feeling a bit nostalgic, I went through some past pictures of us. From early on, he found his comfort being attached to his mama. No matter what overwhelming sensory experience was happening, as long as he was attached to me, he was balanced and calm.
From early on...
He grew, attached to me physically and emotionally.
Through the seasons and the milestones.
You know, I'm happy to be his safe zone. I'm where he feels grounded, centered and happy. Yes, he's quite heavy now, but it doesn't bother me. I like having him there. If he's having a rough day, popping him on my back for a half hour changes things immensely. Even if he's not in his "roo pouch", he's just about always in the same room as me. He hardly lets me out of his sight and he still sometimes cries when I go to work.
Adrian announced, "Mama, I'm going to go take a walk." I just so happened to have my camera handy.
I could tell by his face that he meant by himself. Which doesn't happen....going on adventures without his mama.
I replied "Okay, have fun!"
Oh goodness, how he radiated with pride! He couldn't wait to tell others about his adventure. I must say, I was beaming with pride. tpp. He chose to walk out to the wide open by himself. He couldn't always see me on that adventure, but he kept going with confidence.
It makes me think of the other adventures he's bound to have. His roots will forever will be planted with me, yes. And he knows that. But watching him just beginning to grow wings, setting out on his own, exploring uncharted territory-well that's just so exciting to watch. Particularly since he can't wait to get home to tell me about it.
Grow wings, little one. It's okay. Really it is. Just always come back to where you're rooted. I'll want to hear all about it.
Monday, March 3, 2014
I've done quite a bit of adapting in this house to help these little ones be independent in this kitchen.. Moved most of the dishes down low so they can set the table and unload the dishwasher. Kept a piles of child sized wipes so they can wipe their own table space down after meals. Moved a laundry basket down low so they can put their wipes in them then after. Offered child safe knives that they can cut their own fruit for their oatmeal and such. Filled miniature pitchers of their drinks so they can pour their own into their cup (pictures below of this, I do love my collection of miniature pitchers). Nothing rocket science ranked, but enough changes so that the grown ups are doing all the kitchen work. These kids really do pull their weight in the kitchen...often without reminders too! Thankful for that.
We took a five week class. At this class, they had miniature placemats and child sized napkins for snack. My kids loved them, and they contained dinner mess beautifully as an added bonus. And a table set with fancy placemats? Why not? I always do enjoy dining in style anyway. Since his current fave book is Big Red Barn and hers is Barncat (at the red barn door), a red barn it was.