weekending

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Weekends are for making memories.  Slow mornings, second cups of coffee, extra snuggling, knitting, adventures and spontaneity, gathering with church family to worship, taking long naps, then throwing everything in the car and driving up into the mountains for an impromptu cookout and campfire with friends.  Watching children running through the long grass,  because kids need wide open spaces, and turns out, so do I.  Sharing a burger with the littlest, eating french fries cooked right in the fire.  Watching the sunset bathe the landscape in rose gold, fade to gray, then seeing the stars come out.  Pointing out Venus, Mars, and the milky way to the children.  These are the things weekends are made of (sometimes) and I hope you have a good one!

yarn along

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I know I said I wouldn’t cast on anything until I finished birthday sweaters, but Phoebe’s sweater has gotten to such a size as to be difficult to take on-the-go, so I simply *had* to have a smaller project on the needles in the meantime.  I cast on these fingerless mitts on Sunday and have already almost finished the first one.  It is a very therapeutic knit for me, and I have loved the pattern!  I am using some of Ginny’s own indigo-dyed yarn, a merino sport weight, which I bought back in the summer and have been dying to use.  I’m still learning a lot about pairing which yarns with which patterns, and how different fibers behave, so I’m not always confident in my choices.  But this is how one learns, I suppose!  I am so happy to be knitting with Ginny’s yarn at last, it is truly beautiful and I love the subtle variations in color.

I finished Falling Free last night and began Missional Motherhood, which I bought with some birthday money back in June.  I will review Falling Free soon (spoiler alert: go buy it.  LOVE.) but Missional Motherhood is one I am reading just for pleasure, because I will read everything Gloria Furman writes, for all of time.  I’m enjoying it already, only a couple of chapters in.  I feel like I need a “mothering” tune-up of sorts, a refocusing, every few months (at least), as this is my full-time and most important work.  I know I can trust Gloria to offer that.  She is impeccable at bringing heady theology down into the nitty gritty mundane of our everyday lives.

I’m joining up with Ginny’s weekly yarn along today.

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trick-or-treat

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As you can tell, I’m not a very enthusiastic mom about halloween. 🙂  I wish I was more creative in this regard, with hilarious family-themed costumes, something witty or smart, but it’s just not my strong point.  I mean, I spent the whole day yesterday with my shirt inside out and didn’t even realize it until evening.  This is where I’m at, people.  Barely able to manage my own grooming.  (I sure admire all of you witty, smart, creative fellow-moms, though!)  Maybe next year?  I just didn’t care that much this year to pull something together, especially being that we don’t plan to trick-or-treat with phoebe anyway.  Thankfully, the kids didn’t really care either.  She did want to dress up, so I told the kids they could dress however they wanted and we would at least go for a walk around our neighborhood when daddy got home.  Philippa was not having it at all, though she wore the kitty headband for a few minutes before chucking it.  Noah really wanted to be Batman this year, as opposed to last year when he was terrified of his costume.  I had previously bought some special candy/chocolate that the kids can have, and so I told them each to bring their little treat bag on our walk and I filled it as we went.  We just enjoyed a quiet evening and a beautiful walk, and came home to warm pork chili stew + fresh cheddar biscuits.  I think we are the only family in the neighborhood with young kids, and we didn’t go knock on any doors, but one neighbor saw us and ran to grab some treats for the kids.  Another drove by in her car to “catch” us and gave candy to the kids.  Super sweet.  As we walked up our driveway, our young-married-couple neighbors were just getting home, and so we chatted with them a bit and they gave the kids candy, too.  So I guess we did trick-or-treat after all.  It was the most chill and supremely simple halloween to date.  We hope you had a happy one, too!

 

leaves like a quilt

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Can it really be the last day of October?  I don’t want to see it go.  I have barely posted this month, besides my faithful yarn along posts, which is probably more interesting to me than to most of my readers.  Dear reader, I’m sorry!

My little corner of the world has been spinning rather wildly, and this month has been busy.  The first two weeks of it, my older brother was in town with his son, and I tried to squeeze in as much time with them as I could.  The kids and I have been outside as much as we can be.  They’ve started this new rhythm since the weather has cooled and the mosquitoes have died down, running to play outside as soon as they are done breakfast until Phoebe and I start school.  They are out most of the rest of the day if we are home.  Phoebe and Noah and I have been reading Island of the Blue Dolphins for our chapter book, which has inspired much of their play.  Coincidentally, someone gave us a tee-pee also, so Phoebe has been busy playing that she is Karana gathering abalones and watching out for the Aleuts.

I just can’t get enough of the color and the beauty of this season.  During a walk one day to our neighborhood park, Phoebe exclaimed: “the leaves are like a quilt!”  I’m so thankful for the perspective of a child!  School has been going so well with Phoebe, I really love doing it.  It is taking up a decent amount of my time and energy, thus my lack of blogging this month.   We really love Phoebe’s co-op as well, the community we are all finding there, and I’m always amazed at how much she is learning and retaining.  She has started a bit of music theory and learning to play a tin whistle, which she loves.  Brandon and I are beginning to talk about Christimas/birthday gifts for them, as their birthdays are quickly approaching.  I’m knitting each of them a sweater, which I really think I will feasibly have done in time.  We’ve talked about giving each of them a musical instrument as well for their birthdays.  Noah is dying for a drum, Phoebe has wanted a violin for some time.  But we are still undecided.

We continue to hope for more improvement in Phoebe’s health, her diet, her growth, her eating habits.  This month has been hard for me in that department.  I realize my frailty, my weariness, my weakness.  The pastor at our church yesterday was speaking about running the race (of faith) with endurance, and that part of what gives us strength for the race is the hope of Heaven.  I was thinking about how my heart hurts and gets weary over this journey with Phoebe, and realized yes, this is part of it.  This is not something that seems to be resolving easily with her, or quickly, and we wear out.  We long for an end in sight, something we can fix our eyes on and run toward.  Yet this is more ambiguous, uncertain.  Our medical team is beginning to recommend more testing.  She will go to Brenner  Children’s Hospital in Wake Forest next month to see a pediatric specialist in Celiacs.  I’m hopeful that we will have more help from there, steps we can take, things we can try, something.

We can’t trick-or-treat and don’t want to deal with having to rifle through the kids candy and pull out what isn’t gluten-free.  I’ve just planned some simple and fun activities for us here at home, and found candy and chocolate that the kids can have from a local health store.  We carved our pumpkin over the weekend and maybe will let the kids dress up and just walk around our quiet, mostly-old-folks neighborhood.

Anyway, so thats a bit of what our October was like, the best month of the year, and why I have been pretty absent in the blogosphere.  I want to not miss these days, these moments.  I want to capture it all, to write it down, to hang onto the glory of these days, each falling like golden leaves, slipping to the ground.  Now, behind us, underfoot, all stretched out like a mosaic, like a quilt.

yarn along

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I’ve made it to bodice/front panel of Phoebe’s phoebe sweater.  It’s very enjoyable to knit and I just split for sleeves last night, so I’m getting excited to finish it up maybe soon?  Phoebe has figured out it is for her by now, and she is so thrilled, as I’ve “tried it on her” a couple of times to check length.  It will be really hard to not give it to her as soon as I’m done, as she could make use of it right away!  (Her birthday is in December, the week of Christmas, so I’m hoping to tuck it away until then, if I can discipline myself.)  I’m trying to also discipline myself not to cast on for another couple of projects but to stay focused on just this one and force myself to knock out the birthday sweaters.  I ordered yarn for Philippa’s and Noah’s sweater, which arrived this week and eeee!  It’ll be my first foray into Brooklyn Tweed.  Also, I cut 10 inches off of my hair this past week and am loving LOVING short hair.  Phoebe snapped this picture of me knitting from our front stoop yesterday.

Also, I’m almost through with Falling Free by Shannon Martin.  I review a fair amount of new releases and get a bit leery of some, thinking most will be predictable or fall into the “Christianity lite” category.  This book by Shannon Martin has been surprisingly different than I expected (shame on cynical me!).  I’ve had a hard time putting it down.  Her writing is rich, textured, both humorous and gut-wrenching.  Her story is real and surprising, instantly likable and terribly convicting.  She shares about giving up a comfortable and typical American lifestyle to move to a small inner-city home in a rough-ish neighborhood and mediocre school system.  She shares about her and her husband giving up lucrative careers in the political realm to work in the prison system, to adopt children of various races and backgrounds.  Her insights and reflections on money, poverty, community, loving our neighbor–they are like a jolt of electricity to stale American Christianity.  Yet somehow her writing doesn’t feel preachy and guilt-inducing.  Instead it leaves me hungry for Jesus, for the true and real Kingdom of God, for His uncanny ways and unconventional means.  It is good, sound theology incarnated, fleshed out in a beautiful story.  I am trying to linger over her words, but find myself turning page after page devouring this book!  In other words–I highly recommend!

I’m linking up with Ginny today and her lovely wednesday gathering of readers and knitters.

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apple pie tree

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Every fall we make a trip to a local apple orchard.  It was busier this year than ever before, a hustle of bustle, so maybe next year we will hunt for someplace more obscure.  The introvert in me was a bit bewildered.  I barely pulled myself together to get out the door that morning, having had a night of insomnia and only a few hours sleep.  But my sweet nephew E was in town, and I wanted to take him and my kids to do something fun, so we pulled ourselves together.  No pretty outfits and not much fanfare, but I did manage to grab a library book we had called “Apple Pie Tree” and coloring sheets/crayons.  Why not squeeze in a bit of school (said every homeschooling mom ever)?

The kids hunted for apples, we sat in a quiet place between rows of trees after picking  a few and learned about the parts of an apple.  We looked around for a few more apples, only picking enough for the children to be able to carry.  I have no hopes of canning up applesauce as I have done in years past.  We explored the orchard, visiting the ducks and sheep and goats, the peacocks and playgrounds.  Rainey treated them to a tractor hayride, which was the delight of all.  Then we spread out our blanket again and had a picnic before heading home.  I read to them from our apple tree book, and as always, little munchers are rapt listeners.  After we were home and children were resting/napping, I peeled and cored and sliced and made a gluten-free apple pie using the recipe from the back of the library book.  Simple ingredients and a heavenly smell.

You can read about our visit to the apple orchard with friends last year here.

yarn along

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I cast on Phoebe’s birthday sweater a few days ago.  Appropriately, the pattern is “Phoebe’s sweater” and it’s one she saw and fell in love with awhile ago.  She keeps asking me if I’m knitting it for her and I’m trying to pretend that I’m not, but realistically I will probably need to try it on her throughout, so I’m sure the secret will be out sooner than later.  I am enjoying knitting it so far except that it’s making my wrists ache–maybe because the needles are larger and the yarn is pretty slippery so I’m having to hold it more firmly?  (Also, I finished Philippa’s leksak a few days ago and you can see pictures in my last post.)

I finished Crossing the Waters and definitely would recommend it for someone wanting a fresh look at the Gospels, and a fresh encounter with Jesus.  I’ll post a review soon (behind on those, per usual).  I’ve just begun Shannan Martin’s new memoir Falling Free: Rescued from the Life I Always Wanted about her and her husband’s selling of their farm/dream life and moving into the city to follow God’s call to a “less is more” life.  I’m sure this will be interesting to read/contemplate as B and I look to buy our first home.

I’m linking up today with Ginny’s yarn along today.  
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philippa’s leksak

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Oh my girl is so darling.  I just love that little face so much.  So I finished up her Leksak tunic last night and with just a bit of yarn left.  Yay!  I tried it on her this morning and snapped a few pictures (I didn’t even wait to block it first).  She is so cute, she seems really happy with it and was twirling around and then just toddled off to play with leaves and sticks.  It will be a great light pullover to throw on for a chilly morning.  This pattern was really fun, easy, and quick.  I have wanted to knit it ever since seeing it on Ginny’s girls, loving her choice of knits for their practicality and ease.  The yarn I used was just some random cheap yarn in my stash from my pre-knitting days, when I bought a bunch for a yarn tassel garland and for weaving.  I don’t plan to buy any more yarn of this nature, but also am too miserly to just throw it out, so I plan to use it up on some fun quick knits like this one.  This was my goal in learning how to knit, to be able to knit some clothes and practical items for my loved ones, and it brings so much joy to be able to do so at this point!  Plus they always seem to love it when I’ve made something for them.  I’ve been finishing up all of my WIPs so that I can begin working on sweaters for each of the kid’s birthdays coming up in November + December.  My needles will be busy!

 

yarn along

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I finished my favourite socks and also some commissioned fingerless mittens for my sis-in-law, and I’m attempting to finish the Leksak tunic for Philippa in the next few days.  Last night I finished the body and now am picking up stitches on the front to do the front panel and then sleeves.  I don’t really know if I have enough yarn left, so it’s sort of a gamble but I think I’ll be able to make it work?  We shall see.

I’m also about to finish Crossing the Waters.  I guess it’s a “finishing” sort of week!  I’m in the last couple of chapters and thoroughly have enjoyed this one.  Such a good read snuggled in my bed at night.

Here’s a peek at those other finished knits, though I haven’t properly photographed them yet. 🙂

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I’m linking up with Ginny’s weekly yarn along today to share what I’m knitting + reading.
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outing to the reservoir

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Not much time today for words.  It is October and we mostly spend our days out, if we can.  These pictures are from a couple of weeks ago, the first official week of fall.  We took our school work and went on a little field trip to a nearby favorite area from my college years.  We focused on noticing, listening, looking, enjoying.  They ran and laughed and played, and I had a few moments to be quiet and reflect.  When my soul is overwhelmed it usually helps to get outside and remember a bigger world at work in a hundred million ways without my  involvement or attention.  I am so thankful for these three little ones, the bond growing between them, their hungry curiosity about the world, their freshness and innocence and unguardedness.  I learn so much from them.  These days are tired but so achingly happy.