A succesful day?

What does it take for you to consider your day a success? Have you ever really thought about that? I came across a cute little picture on Face Book not too long ago, that made me chuckle just a bit...

 

Perhaps this was so funny to me because I know for a fact that there have been days that I put away ‘clean’ laundry, that smelled worse than it did the day it was put into the hamper.  

When I get the end of the day, I often reflect back on the events, and try to judge if it was a success or not. Did we get all of our school work done? Did I make gourmet edible meals? Did I answer all my emails? What about the house; would I be embarrassed if I had a drop in visitor?...oh wait…here’s a big one…did I speak kind words to my family? If I’m being honest with myself…and you...the first ones are way easier than the last one. And you know what? Out of everything listed, the last one is the only one that matters!

I think it is pretty near impossible to have/do it all. Every time you say yes to something, you have to say no to something else. There are only so many hours in a day, and if we fill every last one of them, something will have to be put on the back-burner. Now, I’m OK with the laundry being the thing that has to give. We have way too many clothes anywho…so what if we have to wear one of our least favorite outfits with a missing button. But I’m trying to be more careful to not put my family on the back-burner.

A couple of weeks ago, during all the snow, my girls and I took the day off from everything and spent the day outside. We needed to. We have been hitting the books hard, and we were really needing a change of pace for the day.  We snowboarded, rode our sleds, made snowmen, had snowball fights, and built forts. I know we ate that day, but I’m not sure what. Some prepackaged granola bars made with high fructose corn syrup, and some water to drink probably. The breakfast dishes didn’t get washed, and I’m pretty sure nothing got transferred over from the washer to the dryer. No one scooped the litter box, or even made their beds. It was the best day ever! My face hurt from laughing so much. My body hurt too! Who knew you had so many muscles that could ache all at the same time!? :-o

Be careful how you judge your day. When everything that didn’t get done for the day makes you feel like you failed it…you might have just nailed it!

The art of simplifying

The definition of simplify means: To make less complicated, clearer, or easier. Now, anyone who has ever truly been on a journey to simplify their life, knows that it is anything but easy.

Almost two years ago I felt the Lord tugging at my heart telling me something was out of balance. I wasn’t handling something quite the way He wanted me to. It had to do with my stuff….and I had a lot of it. A lot of very nice stuff that I placed my identity in. Stuff that made me feel proud, and valued (by society)….Oh how I loved that stuff.

After a hard look at our finances, we traded our super cool vehicles in for ones that are…well, less reliable. ;-) They do the job and get us where we need to go…sometimes. ;-)

I have gone room by room and taken a hard look at all our possessions. If we don’t use it, need it, or if we know someone that could use it more than we could…it was shown the door. We had too much furniture, too many books, clothes, knick knacks (side note here…most people have too many knick knacks), dishes, etc. All of these treasures just add chaos! Can’t get all your dishes to fit in your cabinet? Assuming you have more than one cabinet, you probably have too many dishes. Have a closet full of clothes, but you only wear the first section? I bet you have too many clothes. Saving that dress from 1994, just in case you ever get to go on a cruise? You’ve never been on a cruise, but if you were going to go on one you’re sure this dress would be the perfect choice of attire. Donate that bad boy! If you ever get to go on a cruise just plan on buying something special for that occasion. You don’t need to hang on to everything for all the ‘what if’ moments that probably will never happen….and think of all the people you’ll bless down at the thrift store! 

Curriculum was another biggie for me! Was it ever! I actually had to move my homeschool room to a larger one to accommodate all of my books. Many people might disagree with me on this one, but I really don’t think it’s necessary to have every resource book under the sun. Heard of the library? It’s a pretty amazing place! And you know what else? You get to turn those books back in when you’re done instead of finding a place on your shelf. Amazing! This year I bought what we needed for this school year, and nothing else. We barely have enough time to get finished with what we’re supposed to for the school year; I don’t need to add more chaos to that by trying to do more. The kids have appreciated that!

Food. Seriously? Food? Yes, food! I joined a bible study with some friends this year on simplifying, and guess what the first chapter was? That’s right…food. I was like “I got this in the bag! My grocery budget is so small, this is going to be easy for me!” That’s funny…considering how I pretty much cried every day of the ‘food month’. What was the experiment? To eat only 7 foods for four weeks: Avocadoes, chicken, sweet potatoes, spinach, apples, almonds and eggs. Wow…it was hard! But you know what I discovered? Our pantries are full of stuff that’s not good for us, stuff we don’t need and shouldn’t eat, and that you can change the way you feel by what you put in your body. I should give you a warning though; if you have a sweet tooth like me, it’s pretty much going to suck for the first two weeks! I was like an addict walking around looking for something processed with sugar in it. Who knew I was really a sugar junkie?! (This is also an awesome way to shed those few extra pounds that keep following you around) If you're interested in doing this study too, the book is 7, by Jen Hatmaker.

Canning and preserving has to be mentioned, too. I garden and have an orchard. That means I can or 'put up' food during the summer for eating on during the winter. But canning stuff that you know your family won't eat, just doesn't make a lot of sense. I mean it use to make sense..to me, but not anymore. My extended family hoards food. I'm sorry 'family', but it's true. I mean what if there is a disaster and we might starve? Let's can this pickled stuff that no-one would eat...ya know...unless we were starving. I have actually done that for years now...every fall I spend oodles of time in the kitchen, not enjoying my children, to can food that will just be given to the chickens come next fall. Hmm...that was a waste of time. I still can and preserve...but only stuff that I know we are going to eat the following winter. No more squash pickles. You're welcome girls!

Alright this last one was the hardest for me!...I mean really hard! It was the horses. I have always loved horses…I mean super loved them with a passion!! I gave my horses away when the girls were super young, with the promise to myself that I would be a horsewoman one day again…when the girls were older and could enjoy it with me. They grew up faster than I could have ever imagined, and we once again became horse owners. We started with adding two little miniature horses that were just perfect for the girls. Their size made them very affordable, easy to take care of, and safe enough for the girls to play with without too much adult supervision. Since the miniatures had become such a fun little hobby for the girls; I naturally thought adding a couple of huge, expensive, and dangerous horses should be our next step. You don’t see the logic in that? Yeah, guess I don’t either…now. 

Anyone who has ever owned large horses knows that it is 90% work and only 10% fun. My girls soon found that out as well. The horses had become a burden, both financially and time wise. Sweet Man and I talked to the girls about it and asked them what they really wanted to do. The younger two were like “SELL THEM”, our oldest had mixed feelings…as did I. I loved those things so much! But they took two hours out of my day everyday…that’s two hours that I could be playing with my girls who are growing up too fast. So, we did the only thing we knew to do; make a list of pros and cons of keeping the horses. We had two items listed on the pros side, and actually had to start another paper for the cons side. Wow…the decision was pretty obvious! But, it was the dead of winter; nobody buys horses in the dead of winter. I prayed about it. I told the Lord that He knew I couldn’t just sell these sweet things to anyone. I had to know without a doubt that they were going to a good home where they would be cared for and loved. I had to have faith that if He was really leading our family to make this decision, He would work it out.  Within the first week of posting our two big horses for sale, I got a call that someone was interested in my halflinger.  They came out to see her, loved her, and then bought her and our other one, too! It was a family with two girls the same age as my older two girls, and they had just bought a farm with a very nice barn and a very large pasture for horses to roam in. It was an answer to prayer! We are back to just two small little ponies, and a realization that some dreams sound better on paper.

As I look around at my paired down belongings and simpler life, I am reminded that the Lord doesn’t bless us so much for us to keep the blessings to ourselves. He wants us to share what we have, to reach out to the ones who are hurting or are in need. For so long I have been collecting treasure that moth and rust destroy…I’m ready to live a simpler life in order to be able to bless others. What does this look like for us? With fewer expenses going out, we have been able to sponsor a sweet little girl through Compassion International. I’m not saying this to toot my own horn, but to give an example of how we can be a blessing. I won’t lie, this process has been hard. I have cried over getting rid of my ‘stuff’. I have felt the Lord strip more and more of myself away so He can change me into the person I need to be. Even though some decisions are super hard…they are super worth it. I am reminded of that every time I see the sweet picture of our sponsor child hanging on the fridge!

Adding a touch of homemade to this Christmas... with the help of cranberries.

A rainy day in December is a perfect day for some memory making fun with my sweet kiddos! Today was pretty much all about cranberries...and how many ways we can find to use them! Every year, right after Thanksgiving, you can find fresh cranberries for next to nothing. This year I found some for .25 cents a bag!! This is the time to stock up, people! Last year I bought so many that I canned enough cranberry sauce for last year's holidays...and this year's as well. Perhaps I am a food hoarder?? ;-)

Well, since I was stocked in the canned cranberry department, we decided to look for other ways to utilize this underused fruit. It is a fruit isn't it?

How about White Chocolate Cranberry Blondies??  That sounded pretty yummy! I had already dehydrated some of the cranberries, so that made this even easier! I doubled the recipe, because one batch just isn't enough of anything that tastes delicious!

While the blondies were in the oven we made popcorn and cranberry garlands to decorate our tree.

This craft is messy! I'm pretty sure I will be finding bits and pieces of popcorn for quite awhile!

But it was a lot of fun!

As soon as the rain lets up we are heading out to the woods for some evergreen limbs. We will put them in glass vases that are filled with water and floating cranberries...but first I need to find that vacuum. There is popcorn scattered all over my house!!

Rescue pony update

It's hard for me to believe we have only had the girls' little rescue pony a little over two months. He is fitting in very nicely...now! It was a rough start as first. Anytime you add a new critter it messes up the whole pecking order. And when those 'critters' are very large, it makes it even more difficult.

At first my mare just loved this little guy. Until she realized he was a gelding...not what she was looking for in a pasture mate, I guess. Thankfully we have several different pastures, some of which share a fence line. After a week or so of meeting each other over the fence, I tried putting them together. Did not go well. Tippy pretty much tried to kill the frail little pony, which in turn tried to kill me for putting him in such a precarious situation. We got out of that whole scene with only one broken gate, and a bruised shoulder for me...I loved that bruised shoulder...ya know, it could have been my face! :-o

After that scene I wouldn't let the girls mess with the horses at all...which was a total bummer for me...and for them, they are my barn helpers. But little girls, and horses trying to establish who is in charge, don't go together. Two months into this and things have finally settled down in the barnyard. You know what's super funny? That frail, starved little pony is top horse around here now. He decides where he wants to eat in the pasture and everyone else follows his lead. I never saw that one coming! When treats are brought out, he has to get the first bite. The other three horses have come to that understanding as well, and actually back away until it's their turn. Don't ya just love horses with manners!?

We haven't been riding Spirit a whole lot. I wanted to let the horses get comfortable with this new addition to the family, and I wanted him to just focus on eating. He looks remarkably better, but still has a ways to go! He is the most gentle pony and  has yet to spook at anything. That makes a pretty good kid's pony in my book!

Everyone's checking out the new pony in this picture. 

The dog doesn't bother this guy at all...as long as he has something to eat! ;-)

 In case you forgot...this is how he looked when we brought him home. :-( So sad and pitiful!

I think he thought he died and went to heaven. If horses could smile, I do believe he would! My mare loves me...now, but it took several months for her to decide I was worth it. She came from a good home and was very well fed, and I really think she thought she didn't need me. We have won her affection over time though.  This guy knew from the start he needed us. After a couple days of the same routine of feeding, grazing time, and feeding again...he started talking to us. :-) As soon as he hears us up in the morning, he lets us know he's ready to eat. ;-)

I can see the girls having a lot of fun on this little guy, and I am very happy we can give him a home that makes him happy!

It won't be a perfect Christmas!

How in the world is it already December?? I’ve heard several different people say they have already finished Christmas shopping, menu planning, and even sent Christmas cards out!! Well, if you’re like me you just dragged in the Easter decorations from out of the yard…and I think it’s safe to say our Christmas cards probably aren’t going to happen….again. But hey, we did put our $3 yard sale “find” Christmas tree up. The kids think it’s the most beautiful tree ever…all 4 limbs of it! Aren’t kids awesome!

This is such a wonderful time of year…it can also be a stressful time of year, too. I wanted to share a poem that I came across the other day, it is an adaptation of I Corinthians 13, and I thought you might enjoy it as well.

If I decorate my house perfectly with lovely plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights, and shiny glass balls, but do not show love to my family – I’m just another decorator.

If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals, and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not show love to my family – I’m just another cook.

If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home, and give all that I have to charity, but do not show love to my family – it profits me nothing.

If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties, and sing in the choir’s cantata, but do not focus on Christ –
I have missed the point.

Love stops the cooking to hug the child.
Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband.
Love is kind, though harried and tired.
Love doesn’t envy another home that has coordinated
Christmas china and table linens.
Love doesn’t yell at the kids to get out of the way.
Love doesn’t give only to those who are able to give in return,
but rejoices in giving to those who can’t.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things,
and endures all things.
Love never fails.
Video games will break; pearl necklaces will be lost; golf clubs will rust.
But giving the gift of love will endure. (Sharon Jaynes)

I don’t know about you, but I’m not looking for that “perfect Christmas”!
I’m looking for one filled with love, laughter, friends and family!

We have Spirit!

I got a phone call the other day asking if we would adopt a little rescue pony. My first response? NO!!! I have been trying to simplify, and adding another pony just doesn't fit in with that. Right now we have three. Three seems like a pretty good number. In fact, it feels like it's our number. Three kids, three dogs, three ponies...it works for us! Besides, rescue pony means expensive!

After hearing his story though, Sweet Man and I decided we would go have a look at him and see if we would be a good fit for each other. I hate sad stories!!

 This little pony previously had professional training from the same man that trained one of our half-lingers, and he did such a good job! At one time he was a little girls pony, but she wanted something faster. I like a good slow pony for a kid...so that sounded nice.

How do you say no to a face like that?!

I rode him first to make sure he was safe and then let the girls take him for a spin. (AKA a super slow walk) We decided we would rescue him and hopefully be his forever home. Our girls put together their money to pay the $100 adoption fee, they wanted it to be their pony.  He needs a visit from the vet, equine dentist and Farrier. We might have to live on peanut butter and white bread for a bit, to give him all the care that he has been neglected of, but I have a feeling he is going to appreciate it!

This sweet guy was never given a name that anyone knew of. He was just called pony. The girls named him Spirit, but he sure doesn't have any right now. The farm that had him was a little over a mile away. It was 9:00 p.m. by the time we decided we would adopt him, so I walked him home in the dark with nothing but a flashlight. We had dogs come out and chase us, things making eerie sounds in the woods, cars driving up right by us to see what in the world we were doing.  He never even seemed to notice. Never spooked or anything...just followed my lead. I'm hoping he still has this calm sweet attitude once he gets to feeling better. ;-)

So, here's to finding out just how much variety you can have with peanut butter and white bread! ;-)

Math makes me cry!!

   Well, here it is October, and by now I am figuring out what DOESN'T work. You would think with this being our ninth year homeschooling I would know what I was doing by now. I don’t. We changed curriculum this year. Oh, I didn't do this lightly. I researched. I read reviews. I looked at samples. I was sure the one we decided on as a family would just be the perfect fit. Like, maybe even teach it for me and then grade and organize the papers afterward. ;-) I was kind of bummed when it didn't do that… For the most part, it is a lovely stack of books that we are enjoying, all except the math part. It brought tears. Lots of tears. Tears from the girls. Tears from the Mom (that’s me) and then lots of texts to my sweet husband saying “I don’t think I can do this anymore!!!” Poor guy, you know he was probably thinking “I thought you wanted those books? You said it had great reviews.” After several weeks of that same scenario, we decided that those beautiful, glossy math books might not be the perfect fit for our family/schedule.  So, we put that overly priced set of books on the shelf for later, knowing full well that it will probably end up as a donation for the free book swap. I’ll be sure and put a disclaimer on the inside cover warning that ‘This set of math books has been known to bring tears. Study at your own risk!’

   Along with learning what doesn't work for us, I have been reminded of what does. Fun stuff! I truly believe that is a very important part of our home school. I don’t ever remember as a child wishing my parents were more scholastically minded. No, I wanted to explore the woods, play games, take picnics, make cookies, and build forts…all that cool stuff that is easily forgotten as an adult. School work is definitely important, and it needs to come first, but don’t forget to plan a little bit of memory making with your children, too! Fall is an awesome time to get outside and enjoy all the beauty this state has to offer.

   So, when the tears are flowing, the phone is ringing, one child has disappeared with the stash of Oreos, and the laundry has soured in the washer, take a deep breath, get finished with the things you have to do, and make time for the things you all WANT to do!

 It is a happy talent to know how to play.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson