My Family - A Precious Circle

"In a true family circle a father and a mother first clasp each other's hands, liking well to be thus clasped; then they stretch out a hand on either side, and these are speedily grasped by children, who hold one another firmly, and complete the ring. One child is better than nothing, a great deal better than nothing; it is at least an effort in the right direction, but the circle that ensues is not, even then, a truly nice shape. You can stand as handsomely as ever you like, but it simply won't 'come round.' The minute that two, three, four, five, join in, the 'roundness' grows, and the merriment too, and the laughter, and the power to do things."

~Mother Carey's Chickens

by: Kate Douglas Wiggin

I read this the other evening and it has rolled round and round in my mind. Many tidbits from this old novel have played around in my thoughts as I continue to read. More love, more encouragement, more compliments, more displays of affection need to come from the core of this mother. I am working to develop sweeter habits.

Peacefully BuZzInG,

Misty

First Sewing Project

Sabin wanted to try his hand at sewing. So we worked on project while Chloё napped. I cut a couple of pieces of felt into the shape of a Christmas tree. My plan is to let him stuff it once he finishes sewing around it. And if he hasn't lost complete interest, he can decorate it with glitter glue.

 As you can see, however, his attention span is short. He got almost half-way around before he'd had enough. We'll finish it one of these days.

Peacefully BuZzInG,

Misty

Through The Roof

I wrote, last week, of the blog post that I read in which I was challenged to be Jesus to my children. The next day I began reading the book of Mark in a way I have not before. I'm looking at Jesus. Who is He? What is He like? How did He treat people. I included an entry in my journal from the 14th.

I'm not reading very quickly. I get snippets and think them over. I'm re-reading. Wanting to absorb. This evening I began chapter 2 of Mark.

You know the story of Jesus preaching in the house full of people? The house so full that the four men couldn't get their sick friend through the door? Well, this time while reading I thought about some things that hadn't before crossed my mind. I'm still mulling them over.

Jesus was preaching... to important people, lots of people. This was a big deal. He was obviously in the middle of serving God. Then all of the sudden some crazy person/people, unaware of how important this message, was began making racket in the ceiling above. And then without caring at all about the people trying to listen, the sick man came right down through interupting everything in order to get his needs met.

Do you know what Jesus did? Of course you do. Well, I started thinking about what I would have done. And what I do - I have regular interupters in my home.

Let me simply say that most times I do not re-act in the way Jesus would re-act. I want to nurture their faith rather than be annoyed by it.

Peacefully BuZzInG,
Misty

Christmas Angels

Peacefully BuZzInG,

Misty

Building Houses

This was so much fun for the children.

(Hint: Graham crackers are so much easier than gingerbread.)

They needed a bit of help with the actual construction. Ok, Sabin needed a bit of help. Chloё was busy brushing "Baby Kangaroo's" hair so I just put her house together.

Then they decorated while I just sat there taking pictures and listening to their stories.

And the stories were my favorite part. I loved listening to the imaginations spin tales.

Chloё: here is a flag for my roof, Mama.

Sabin: there is a pond over here where they go fishing.

etc

Busted! It was just too tasty to resist.

Peacefully BuZzInG,

Misty

The Great Outdoors

Every once in a while we get really crazy and actually play on a playground.

Well, the children play and I hike around it in order to get my exercise points.

Peacefully BuZzInG,
Misty

Awaiting Baby

This morning I awoke to the movements of a tiny child. I couldn't help but smile as he slid his foot along underneath the palm of my hand.

The time is passing quickly (of course it always does) and soon I will hold the little foot in my hand. As the weeks pass, I am more and more settled confident peaceful with the changes that this little one will bring. As the weeks pass, I am more anxious to meet this little kicker.

Peacefully BuZzInG,
Misty