Gratitude Tuesday

Getting to write down some blessings from this week, even if a day late.
A heart to heart talk with a precious little girl.
An invitation to play. 

The privilege of holding one of God’s little girls.
The squeals of excitement from a little boy playing with a balloon.
Seeing the joy, of the same little boy, as a bubble bath was filled.
The time to read as Christopher played in that bubble bath.
A nice backyard.
A family walk.
Christopher doing better with signing please and thank you.
Sibling love, which Natalia actually appreciates.
My little helper who will get Natalia a blanket, bring me my book, water, and “sha-shoes” (‘shoes’ is too plain of a word for so amazing a thing).
Christopher addressing Natalia by name, or rather N… Eee-uh.
Watching a big brother wrapping his arm around his distraught sister.
A chance to sew (first time since Natalia has been born).

Easy Homemade Ketchup

I prefer making my own ketchup because I can use a more natural sugar (honey), I know there is no GM foods in it or that I didn’t pay an arm and a leg for organic ketchup, and it tastes yummy. This recipe is as easy as they come!

Homemade Ketchup 

  • 1 6oz can tomato paste 
  • 1 clove garlic 
  • 3 T apple cider vinegar 
  • 2-3 T honey 
  • 2 t onion powder
  • 1/2 t paprika 
  • 1/2 t oregano 
  • 1 1/2 t salt 
  • 3/4 cup water 

Simply mix all ingredients until smooth. I like to funnel mine into a squirt bottle.

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Ten Reasons it’s Great to Have a Toddler Around

1) You think ‘oh, I need an eraser’ and look there is one on the floor just in front of you.

2) You have a good excuse to read children books in overly dramatic ways.

3) YOU don’t have to figure out what will happen when you take out the bottom tupperware from the drawer.

4) You get new fashion ideas without having to subscribe to a magazine, watch a show, or search the Internet.

5) You get to say things like “What are you doing? Oh, you’re just knocking your head against the window.”

6) You always wondered what wearing food looked like, but was never brave enough to try the look yourself.

7) You never have to worry about cutting up the play dough for dinner…

8) … or putting a hat on your baby.

9) They show you have to REALLY drive.

10) They are the cute, cuddly, lovable blessings.

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Welcome To My Home

Welcome to my home. A lot of life happens here.

It is where little hands learn to sandwiches, and spill plum butter.
It is where I draw, sometimes leaving pencil shavings around.
It is where people sit around on well worn couches, talking and laughing.
 It is where little boys display their unique obsession with shoes.

It’s where we stay up a little too late playing games with friends then forget to put the cards away.

It’s where we partake of most of our meals.
It’s where I fix those meals.
It’s where puzzle pieces abound.
Where newspapers are read by father and son. (Son is gone but can you tell he was around?)

It’s where laundry is washed, folded, and sometimes put away.
It’s where babies baptize furniture in drool.

Yes, a lot of life happens in this dear little home.

In my homemaking I try to enhance our lives. Preparing nourishing meals, caring for the clothes we wear, having homes for things even if the aren’t always in them, trying to create a relaxing atmosphere that isn’t overly cluttered or messy, and one that is welcoming and comfortable.

But I’m not to worried about hiding the fact that people (including kids) live here.

My house is rarely clean. There is usually places to sit at the couch and table, but I might have to clear a few things first.

Our doors are open, but there are toys on the floor.

A lot of life happens here, and I’m fine with that.


 I have been marveling at motherhood lately. 
What a phenomenal relationship is the mother/child one.
When he hasn’t seen me in a while (ten minutes) Christopher comes to find me.
When he sees me on the way he smiles.
When he trips, I kiss his boo-boo.
When he sits on the stairs he pats beside him inviting me to join him.
When he opens a drawer onto his head, he puts his hand on it and laughingly looks at me “Mom” he says. ‘Did you see what happened?’ he thinks.
When he puts two washclothes on his head he comes to me so I can laugh with him.
When he builds a two foot long Lego tower he shows it to me beaming with pride.
When Natalia is scared she finds comfort in my arms.
When she is hungry, I am the one equipped to feed her.
When she is lonely she smiles when I come to her and at the sound of my voice she perks up.
I praise God for my two little children.

I know I would physically die for these children. Yet, I’m often not willing to die to myself on a daily basis. I would run into a flaming building for them, yet I won’t abandon the dishes to read a book to Christopher? I won’t get up to go correct behavior?
Motherhood is not a job. Full or part time. It is a calling.
It is a incredibly hard calling. No one will ever be perfect at the calling. I want to weep at times remembering things I have done as a mom. So many mistakes.

But I know I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. 
Through him, I can patiently correct and discipline, one more time.
Through him, I can hold a crying baby, one moment longer.
Through him, I can snuggle the kids, one minute more.
It is not a calling we are called to walk alone. No calling ever is. I remember Mark telling me “pray to God about it. Yes, God cares even about your leaking diaper problem.” It doesn’t matter what challenge we face, we can take it to God.
In the physical, our correction can be no more then behavior modification. But dedicated to God, it can be more.
In the physical, nursing can only be a way to nourish the body, but dedicated to God it can be more.
Whatever we do, whether changing a diaper or fixing lunch, do it unto the Lord.
We do not parent to please the world. We parent to please the Lord.
These are his children. Given to us, a blessing, a heritage, arrows, we give them back to the Lord. We are the mothers, given to his earthly children. We need to give are parenting to the Lord.
For he is good and worthy to be Praised.