… No Matter How Small

“A person’s a person… no matter how small.”
[Coming to theaters 😉 early September 2012].
*** The Stauffer’s are ranked according to longevity with the name. ***

Our First "Significant" Snow

We took the opportunity today, in March, to celebrate our first “significant” snow by playing outside for a handful of minutes.

To keep with the norm, we over-bundled our children producing this:

Abi couldn’t get back up when she fell over. No crying, just called for Mommy ’til I could rescue her. =)

Then outside we headed for robotic-movement-like snow walking. Since all our outside toys were happily stored away for the “winter” we’ve been having, walking and snow inspection were the favored sports.

Movement frequently produced “I’m stuck” moments for the youngest.

Until eventually she stopped dead in her tracks (refusing to move), put her hand straight out and announced, “Walk, Mommy. Walk!” Clearly assistance was not an option. =)

Then there was the three-year-old idea of going down the slide which resulted in Mommy picking her up because the ladder was slippery and “eww, dirt” felt the need to dust all the snow off each step of the ladder, thus revealing a mild layer of slippery ice. Then came for the top of the slide dusting – necessary, especially once your pants are already soaked through.

And at last… the slide. 

Promptly followed by the fall-off at the end. 

Abi was less brave, allowing for this “look away from the sun” picture

before demanding Mommy’s hand of assistance. She had no desire to repeat Rachael’s tumbling dismount.

Daddy joined in the fun too, swinging our little frozen robots to their squealing delights. 

And then with a short bout of swinging, we decided inside was a great place to shed our dirty “snow” layers and enjoy a nice warm bath.

Here lies the product of three people playing in the snow (Daddy had already left for work and taken care of his things by then) – Nevermind the Feline Investigation Service on the left.

Straight into the tub went the girls and straight into the wash went the layers.
And our “significant” winter snow had all melted in the sunny places by 10am.

Great snow morning indeed!

Useable Space

After taking a few pictures of Rachael’s homeschooling I noticed my ugly, explosive school shelving unit in the background. Ever done that? Found some nasty, “Oh I really need to fix that” section of your house in the background of your favorite memories?

So with the inspiration of a dear friend, Kassie’s, recent Spring cleaning kick, I tackled the “should have been done months ago” task of the school shelves.

First came the ever-so-obnoxious task of figuring out what to do with the puzzles. I had been looking around for seriously months at various puzzle-stacking racks. Man those things aren’t cheap! And I was nervous that after spending our life inheritance on one of those said racks, we would have the dreaded, unthinkable happen to us: we’d get a new puzzle – one too many for the rack. And since our children are not past the puzzle using years, I figured the dreaded would repeat itself many, many times. =)

So I recently looked into other methods and found this one to be realistic, cheaper than half a puzzle rack’s cost, and affective for other non-puzzle yet bulky items. Thus I bring to you (cue the music and pull out the megaphone): The Ultimate Puzzle Organizing Experience!!!

I used an old dowel rod, three screw in hooks (that fit said dowel rod on the ends and in the middle – cause puzzles are heavy), hefty zipable gallon and 2.5 gallon sized bags, shower curtain hooks, and binder clips (large metal pinchers to use a practical description). I screwed the hooks into the top shelf’s ceiling of our bookshelf, alternating directions to avoid the inevitable “everything falls off the rack when it’s bumped” possibility when you have small children shopping through the puzzles. Then I hung the dowel rod (Thanks Jenney and Brian for using your sweet saw to cut it down to size – my steak knife and box opener blade would never have gotten me there.) Then I hung the shower curtain hooks (I chose c-hooks because I wanted us all to be able to get the binder clips off without Rachael and eventually Abi being dependent on Mommy only to wrestle them off – though I am aware that this makes Abi able to take them off right now during the “don’t touch this- EVER” training phase.) Then I bagged up our puzzles in the gallon or 2.5 gallon sized bags (I found the larger wooden puzzles – those bigger than a sheet of paper- in need of the 2.5 gallon size to fit well). Then put our lovely clip on them and hang them on the curtain hooks.

As seen in the picture, some heavier puzzles either needed to be clipped to the clip itself (binder clips providing said aid) or the bag needed to rest far enough down that the puzzle could use the shelf to relieve the weight – thus not actually hanging, but attached nonetheless.

I also found the bagged method QUITE helpful in bagging up other “what the heck do you do to store this” homeschool items such as the loved and hated Cootie catcher bug pieces (Does Abi ALWAYS have to end up with one in her mouth even though she’s not playing?). [Does anyone actually play the legit game or are you like me and just attach the legs and crazy mouths/eyes for freeplay?] Or the ever loved, but crazy hard to store knobbed and chunky puzzles. I also found it a nice way to store the awkward shaped things and the “we would actually use this if we saw that we had it” items.

Some things will always need a box – like our beautiful and rolling wooden train (Melissa and Doug). I love that train, but that space-hog is far better in a stackable box than occupying 6 puzzle spaces on my shelf. And with the addition of the dowel-rod method my shelves went from this:

(Large open space on top shelf had “Please let these survive Abi’s toddlerhood” books that I decided to move to safer quarters.)

to this:

(No worries, Jes, the indoor snowball fight just moved to the game shelf since apparently it’s frowned upon to snow-bomb your preschooler during quiet homeschool work – who knew?!)

Yay for actually seeing what you have, spending a total of $13 on the project and getting to see that cute picture of baby Rachael from her first Easter that I haven’t seen on the mantle in over 6 months.

 Oh and for those of you wondering what’s the deal with the “Stop” and “Go” signs on the shelves. We have non-readers here, but I have placed these signs on the shelves to remind my non-readers of the things their “need for independent” selves can do without Mommy and those they need to come ask Mommy to do. Due to Abi’s oral explorations, small pieces are in the “Stop and come ask Mommy” section and require tabletop play. Added bonus? These signs are helpful for babysitters when we have to run out quickly and I forget to explain the school shelves.

Maybe these ideas could be helpful to you.
If not? Eh, thanks anyway for reading my organizational delights. =)

A Day Away

We took the privileged opportunity to President’s Day to go to a dear friend, Kassie and Jacob’s house and bombard their clan. Kassie, a fellow “youth pastor’s wife” enjoys her three wonderful kids age 4 down to 11months. Jeffrey is 4, Josie is 2 and Josiah is 11 months. So with those three little ones, we highly enjoy group play and discovery. And I’m tell you right now, these are some of the best behaved kids I know – comfortable in love and boundaries. So I love the opportunities, though sometimes far between, that we get to spend time with them. Many times we get the opportunity to enjoy play together amidst a joint-church youth function.

Monday, on the other hand, we joined in their normal schedule, joining them for a pizza lunch (yum), naps and some fun indoor and outdoor play before returning home to our Daddy. While the kids all napped, Kassie and I enjoyed some Mom-time chatting about homeschooling, kids, and life.

It was a wonderfully refreshing time for all to play and enjoy eachothers’ company.

I look forward to further hangouts.

Here’s a few pictures I took during outside play:

 Rachael enjoying the car.
Abi after she “patiently” awaited her turn.
She means business, don’t even think about asking for your turn. 
 Abi traded her four pink wheels for Jacob’s two wheels.
(Jacob had just returned home from a weekend youth function when we were leaving.)

All the kids minus Josiah, who was in the house due to the weather and only being in a onesie (he wasn’t feeling so well, poor guy).
Wonderful day had by all. Thanks again, for the invite and the joy, Kassie.

57 Dollars of Silence

There is danger in believing that we deserve something. There is danger in elevating ourselves and puffing ourselves up to “deserve better than this” or “deserve” an ice cream or a long walk on the beach. We can begin to set ourselves up for not only a superiority complex with others who are “depriving us” of the things we “deserve”, but we can also begin to look upon our current situation as the enemy. If I deserve an ice cream, then not getting an ice cream or worse yet, being deprived of an ice cream is absolutely unacceptable. Can you imagine the level of selfishness that could come out of an “I deserve” lifestyle?

Sometimes I slip dangerously close to justifying “I deserves” in my mind. I’m sure I’m not the only one out there. I think that’s one of the reasons God makes it so clear that we must serve Him with our minds as well as our hearts, bodies and souls. Our mind is an outpouring of our heart. You harness in what your heart believes and shut out the untruth that pops into your mind when it is in conflict with your heart… the very heart Christ redeemed.

Breaks can be that way, as a mother. They can be highly appreciated when happened upon, or I can choose to live my life in discontentment of “never getting a break” from my fill in the blank (kids, laundry, dishes, cleaning up cat puke, you name it). I can look at a break with gratitude as it arises and as I am able to incorporate it into my schedule or I can live a lifestyle of exhaustion and loathing getting the “short end of the deal” by being “on-call” 24/7.

It’s all an exercise of the mind. What truth and untruth am I clinging to?

I found a quiet moment out tonight, pumping $56 dollars of lifesavings into our van.  😉 The cold, quiet breeze refreshing my soul. The dark, wearing down minutes of eight thirty dancing headlights and neon fast food restaurants across the horizon. Winter dark freezing time, stilling time. The pulsing click of the pump as the numbers turned and turned before the receipt was printed. Still. Quiet. Breathing deep.

The wait I didn’t mind. No where to be. No demands. Liberty. The teenager asked for my order as I pulled a ten from my wallet. The last of my allowance money for the month felt so freeing in my hand. One dollar ice cream cone of cheap and liberating delight. Sunday driving on the way home, soaking up the wind rustling the van windows and watching the neighborhood settle in for the night.

I don’t deserve this. I didn’t earn this. It has been given me. The enjoyment of life. The fast and the slow. The loud making an appreciation and a soaking in of the quiet. The quiet refreshing for the loud.

Thank you, Lord, for the break. Unplanned escape.
The 57 dollars of silence.

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