MommyCoddle

a few good reads for you, for me

A good family friend, Sarah, has just started blogging in the last few months as she courageously (and with a lot of spunk and style) battles breast cancer. Yesterday, I was catching up on her blog and I read a post about how good it felt for her to do "normal" things. She was just starting to feel better after a recent treatment and was so excited to be able to vacuum and change sheets on the bed. Reading that post was the reminder I needed this week. Here I am dragging my feet and grumbling through my "normal" day's activities but reading Sarah's blog entry quickly brought everything into perspective for me. It was a much needed little kick in the pants, slap in the face. Thank you, Sarah.
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When Dan and I moved from Wisconsin to the farm apartment, we only brought the necessities. We were putting our house on the market weeks before everything fell apart and we blindly thought we would be reunited with our stuff in just a matter of months after the house sold. Hahaha!!! So here we are, two years later and the reunion has just begun. (though not because we've sold the house!) But one of the things we didn't intend on leaving behind were several large boxes of children's books. It wasn't until we started unpacking and saying, "Where are all the girls' books???" that we realized we'd forgotten them. So this week, Dan has been bringing over a box or two in the evenings for the girls to dig through. Oh, it's so much fun!

Since my pre-mommy days were spent as an elementary school teacher, I have quite the collection of books and I'm finding many multiple copies as I dig through boxes. So, as I come across them, I figure I'll share some of those extra copies here with all of you. The two I found in the first box, ironically, are about the same topic--Sir Ernest Shackleton's Endurance expedition whose goal was to cross the Antarctic continent on foot. If you don't know this story, you must read a book on it. It is an amazing story of willpower and strength and courage and leadership and adventure. Dan and I have this book which you should definitely check out, if only for the amazing photography.

But moving on, I have two children's books about this story to share today. The first is called, "Trapped in the Ice", which you can read about here. It is an easier read, soft cover picture book.

The second is called, "Shipwreck At The Bottom of The World". It is also a soft cover book, but definitely more in the young adult category or maybe a read aloud. Read about it here. It has some of the amazing photography that you'll find in the book Dan and I have.

So if  you're interested in one of these books let me know in the comments. If there are more than one or two of you, I'll just draw a name again.

Now do me a favor...I looking for a good book to read. What are you reading these days? Any suggestions?

video mode in the hands of an excited six year old

Well, hello there! The nice thing about a giveaway is that I get to meet so many of  my "quieter" readers. So many of you de-lurk to say hello. I love it. And for that, I'd say it IS better to give than receive. Thanks to the random number generator, the winner of Amanda's book is.....

MANDY of sewspun. Mandy, send me an email with your address and I'll get it in the mail to you, asap.

I have two more books to give away this week--children's books, so I'll try to get to those tomorrow.

This weekend was another week of work at the house. It was one of those, "the house is killing me" weekends. But the floors are getting close to being completed and we're at the point now where I think we'll just move in and work on everything else once we get in there. The house takes Dan away from us so much. It's really wearing on all of us. Saturday night, we gave up watching the Kentucky Derby to take a surprise picnic dinner over to Dan. I could tell he just needed to have his family running around the place while he worked. So we christened our back deck with its first meal and then walked around and explored more of the property after supper. 

Emma discovered the "movie" setting on my digital camera and I gave her full reign while we were hanging out after supper. I was casually observing the footage she was recording and I was really excited to download the things she had filmed. She was getting some great stuff on there of herself, her sisters. I couldn't wait to see. Looks like I'm going to have to give her a little more instruction about how it works. She must have gotten a little crazy with her trigger finger--there were only little ten second segments of video. I guess she was "taking pictures" instead of letting the thing just run and record. There's really nothing that earth-shattering about these videos, I just like to put them up on my blog every now and then. A little change-up...some live footage is always fun, right?

A little background for her clips: our friend showed up in the driveway in his tractor. A  boy that hangs around the farm a lot and plays with the kids. Emma got a tad bit excited but still managed to maintain her commentary to the camera. (hold on to your stomach while you watch...) **I think the videos are coming up as private. Let me work on that...**

Untitled from molly balint on Vimeo.
Untitled from molly balint on Vimeo. Try to ignore the junky yard and big old wood pile dumped in the driveway...work in progress, remember? Happy Monday, everyone.

off the cutting room floor

The back of my National Geographic magazine has a page that shows one picture that didn't make the cut. One picture that was tossed aside and didn't make it into the preceding pages of stunning photography. Yet there was still something special about the photo. Special enough to rescue it from the cutting room floor and share it at the close of the magazine.
When I go through my week there are many posts that get written in my head that never make it to the blog. And there are many pictures that get taken but never shown. So today, I decided to rescue a few of those shots from my past week or so and share them here together--off my "cutting room" floor, if you will...

There is the picture that is one of my favorites I've taken in a really long time--shot holding my camera out the car window, feeling warm and blessed for the beautiful place where I live and wide open spaces.

The sunset shot, on the same evening that really captured the colors my eyes were seeing.

A day of lingering in the parking lot of the farm, watching the girls roller skate. The lingering that put me in the right place at the right time, to hear someone's cries for help, who was seriously hurt.

The post that made me notice and appreciate an early morning with all my girls in the kitchen with me.

The climax of the Star Magnolia tree outside my grandmother's porch.

The pillow--made for my dear college girlfriend--who sent me "the" envelope--and asked me to put together a package that would reveal the surprise to her and her husband. The pillow says, "oh boy!".....

The rainy day of math disguised as games...that started out so fun, but soon turned to attitude problems and then ended with me, sitting on the floor by myself wondering what happened.

Sometimes it makes me sad, when an idea or a moment, doesn't get shared. Because more often than not, I forget those moments. I've been keeping a five year journal now for the past six months. When I flip through old entries, I'm amazed while reading those four or five lines I jot down each night, how much I've forgotten. It's just the nature of life, I suppose. So maybe I'll start doing this a little more often--rescuing a few photos, a few stories off the cutting room floor at the end of the week. Then just maybe they won't be completely forgotten and that simple sentence or picture will remind me of a moment, a lesson learned, or a beautiful view that I don't want to lose.

beauty in the every day

I always feel funny posting late on a Friday afternoon. Like everyone has left for the weekend and I'm still in the office. I had a wonderfully relaxing evening yesterday...Elizabeth was having a late nap, Dan had taken the girls to the hardware store and I was left, alone, in my kitchen to prepare supper. Last night was the first dinner meal I've prepared for my brother-in-law, while he has been here helping with the new house. And as I sat at the table and peeled apples for a quick batch of applesauce and mixed together the bright yellows of farm fresh eggs and lemon zest for a cake, I was reminded of how much I enjoy cooking for people, having people over to eat and talk and relax. It's one of the things I've neglected while living here in the apartment and one of the things I enjoy. It's one of the things I look forward to doing more of once we have a little more room around the table.

There's something romantic about working in the kitchen. Following a creative process from raw materials--eggs, flour, sugar--to end product--a warm bowl of applesauce, a lemony cake. It's part of the beauty in the every day.

I hope you find a little beauty in your every day this weekend.

See you on monday.

sunday afternoon :: monday morning

::Sunday afternoon::
Dan is over at "the new house" working to get walls mudded and paint on trim. I'm working my way around the house, trying to regain control of the weekend neglect before the new week starts. The front door of our porch slams open and Emma is there yelling for my help, right away! quickly! I go to the door and she's standing there in her plum-colored fleece and bright green knit cap (mine)--with the spool of kite string in her hand. Except the spool is empty. I peek out the door and see a faint line of string--from her hand, over the roof of the house, above the oak tree, above the barn--to a brightly colored dot of kite flailing in the sky. "I wanted to see how far out it could go. Then it pulled me all the way over here and into the trees. I can't get it down." Barefoot baby on my hip who's enjoying the show, we carefully tug the stubborn kite out of the sky, holding our breath as it tangles in the bare limbs of the oak tree three times before falling to the pavement.

::Monday morning::
Elizabeth is standing at the rails of her crib, squealing. I can hear Emma and Mary in the same room squealing and laughing too. A long wooden board--the adjustable shelf from an old bookcase is propped against the overstuffed chair in Elizabeth's room--a makeshift slide the girls have invented. They are sitting on dishtowels and sliding down the two and a half feet of board and laughing hysterically. Simple joys.

Spring is slowly sneaking in making subjects for my macro challenge plentiful. Everything seems ready to burst, though the landscape still looks a lot like winter when the sun isn't shining. Robins are boldly singing from the treetops and tugging tangled worms from the soft soil. Spring peepers are now just part of the sounds of night. But they still catch my attention when I walk outside. I'm eagerly watching the Magnolia in front of the "Big House". Each branch is in a different stage of openness. More here and here.

Happy Monday, everyone.

fresh air

The house is quiet tonight. Elizabeth has been tucked in her crib for quite some time. Emma went to bed extra early after a meltdown. Dan fell asleep on the sofa after a tough day at work. And Mary was my sidekick, helping me finish up the last dinner dishes, setting the table for breakfast and sneaking off to her bed "quiet as a church mouse."

When I disappear from my blog, like I did last week, it is usually a sign that I'm overextended or something in my life is leaving me uninspired. And to be honest, I'm rarely that busy, so generally, it's the latter. This last week, it has been continued battles with my dear six year old. Is there something about this age? Is it spring fever? I'm not sure, but I'm pulling out all my parenting know-how, all my former teacher know-how, all my "someone I know tried this" know-how, and I'm having little success. I love the girl for the way she feels her way through life, and dives into everything to the fullest--but at the same time--she feels everything and dives into everything to the fullest. It means lots of emotions, and ups and downs, and hurt feelings, and disappointment, and frustration....phew. I can hear my mother's wisdom in my ears, "This too shall pass." I'm holding on to that truth.

So for me, it means I need to work harder to find my moments to refuel and relax. I found one moment this evening--dinner was warming on the stove, Dan and the girls were off on a quick errand and Elizabeth was asleep. I stuffed the baby monitor in my coat, a pair of scissors in my back pocket and headed down to my grandmother's gardens for something to brighten up my table.

The sun was golden and the air was perfectly crisp. It was the breath of air in my lungs that I needed in order to face the rest of my evening with grace and joy.

And now, a quiet house, a kitchen "put to rights" (to quote Mr. Berry), some daffodils on my table, a dark house, except for the glow at my desk, and the prospect of a warm bed and a good book. Another breath of air in my lungs, a release for my mind and my heart and I'm ready to face another day with joy and grace.

And I hope you'll see me here again tomorrow. That will be a good sign.   

a new day

a new day hinting of spring.
windows cracked open just a little bit.
clothes hanging on the line.
bike rides and a seat in the sun.
fevers gone.
sore muscles stretched and relaxed.
thank goodness for a new day.

note to myself...

...on the day that you slice your thumb open from cuticle towards the knuckle with your rotary cutter; and while applying pressure with a blood-stained paper towel back into a large clay pot and send it crashing to the floor in a mess of soil, green leaves and broken pottery, while the baby cries, and the children bicker....

REMEMBER THESE THINGS:

that this little one lays on your chest at bedtime and tucks her head under your chin so snugly that you can feel her eyelashes brushing against your neck. And while you sing the only song she'll settle down to, she coos and moans in rhythm along with your voice, and lets you rub her head and tuck her hair behind her ear, until her tired eyes finally close in sleep.

that almost once a week you get a taste of spring

that soon, very soon--you'll be spreading out. you'll have more room. you'll have your own space. you'll have your own garden. a table big enough to dine with friends and family, all together. a stream to play in. a barn to fill. a place to plant your feet.

that you have a full plate of projects and swaps. but it is good, creative kind of work. nothing you dread or don't enjoy. only things that need creative time, not dreaded time.

that you're healthy and happy. you have a good husband. laughing, creative, gentle children. a warm home. good food on the table. and a close family.

think on these things.

free and easy

I made a decision this weekend to get rid of something in my life that was adding a lot of stress. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I'll tell you all some more about it when it's official and details are worked out. But you should be seeing more of me around here again.

These pictures are from Elizabeth's new favorite place--the bathroom mirror. If I held her there all day long, she'd be happy. She waves, chatters and sucks on her reflection. I have to watch though, she's been known to dive in a little too quick and smash her face on the glass.

My sister and brother-in-law and their kids were here for the weekend. We had dinner at my Dad's Friday night and I tweaked my classic dinner roll recipe to be whole wheat and then I added some flax seed. I didn't get to try them because I ended up staying home with a sleeping baby and writing a real letter to a friend, but I heard good reports.

I'm really conquering my fear of making bread without a bread machine. I use my kitchenaid mixer to get the dough started, then I knead it myself and let it rise beside the wood burner. I think you just really need to go for trial and error when it comes to bread baking. I have some vague ideas of what you're supposed to do, and I just jump in there and figure it out.

I really have nothing earth shattering to share today, but needed to stop in and share that I'm feeling a little more free and easy this morning. Ahhhh. it feels so good. We went for a great walk yesterday with the girls and I wished I had my camera. We found some amazing beaver work around the stream--a huge tree completely felled by the beavers with fresh cuts and beaver chips all around. They completely shaved all the bark off the branches of the tree and left their muddy tracks all over the streambank. I wishing for my camera, but I guess sometimes its just better to be there and not always be documenting everything, right?

Happy Monday friends. I'll be back soon.....

**oh, and have you noticed I'm having a banner crisis--several of you emailed me and said, "what happened to the trike banner???!!" I thought it was too big? but I liked it. i'll try to bring it back this morning. it's kind of happy and spring-y don't you think?**

don't stand on my right...

because I won't be able to look at you. I slept funny on my neck last night and now it's killing me to turn my head to the right. I'm trying to slowly stretch it out, but man oh man, it hurts!

We've had another one of those lovely stay home all day kinds of days. The sun finally showed its face today and I keep finding Elizabeth in this square of sunshine on the floor. She crawls away from it, picks something up, and somehow manages to always plop back down right in the middle of it. Must feel warm on her back.

On Monday my girls and I had the pleasure of having Mama Urchin and her cutie pie kids come to our house to visit. As we sat together in my living room--both our (cow)girls off together somewhere outside, Mary nestled in beside her on the sofa and T mesmerized by the "penguin game"--I was amazed at how quickly we fell into a 'groove' of friendship. It was absolutely wonderful and comfortable. I felt like we'd been friends for a long time. We went for a walk around the farm, ate her yummy soup, and sat and talked until our children melted. Come back soon, friend. **edited to add: if you want to see what we sent one of the urchins home with, go here**

I've also been meaning to show you this lovely piece of pottery I received in the mail from my friend Melissa. I've admired her pottery on flickr for awhile and she's FINALLY opened up an etsy shop (I'm digging this honey pot!) and started her own blog. This sea urchin vase was one that I admired for awhile and she was so kind to send me one of my own. I love it because it will be perfect for those tiny bouquets that little hands bring me all summer long. And for now, it's helping my baby fern take root.  Thank you, Melissa. I really love it.

Miniswap partners went out today. So if you didn't get an email from me, please let me know.

Happy Wednesday, friends.