Friday, October 31, 2014

Halloween 2014

 Happy Halloween, friends!
We had fun dressing up this year
and the best part is that I didn't have to sew one thing!
 One dad who was walking his child door-to-door said, 
"Whoa!  I thought that was a legit old lady and I thought, 'Why is SHE trick-or-treating?!'"

Chimney Sweep

The Doctor (#11)
 Some people in the family worried that no one would understand her costume;
the many squeals of delight as she walked by proved the doubters wrong.

Frodo Baggins
Could you ever find a more adorable hobbit?

Because "Which costume can I wear that has the most make-up?"

When you're 15 and you want to dress up, but you don't want to put yourself too much out-there 
because your whole life is out-there.

And, for good measure, the parents.
Mr. Rogers and Cruella Deville.

What a fun holiday.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Beams and a Front Porch Begins

Our house's exterior has undergone a transformation.

The rough-sawn fir beams cut from the forests of North Idaho are in place!

They are massive and beautiful and smell so good.
In fact, I keep sticking my nose up against the wood,
just like I stick my nose into the spine of a new book.

Here they are, wrapped in the porch's frame.

There will be arched supports on each of those beams.
They should finish the porch this week and have begun the siding.

Things have slowed up again.  We got a huge giant enormous quote from the power company.  It shouldn't be stalling other progress, but it seems to be.
We signed a 60 day extension on the construction loan.
I'm trying to be patient.

Meanwhile . . .
we booked a family room at this themed hotel,

in this Bavarian Christmas town

for Christmas.

We won't be in our house, but we will have a Christmas to remember!

Saturday, October 25, 2014


 Justin and I were invited to a Halloween party last night.  We finally discovered a costume that Justin could wear without putting himself too much "out there."  Me?  I don't mind being "out there."  

Justin is the nicest man who ever lived: Mr. Rogers. 
(He's wearing the shoes, too, but they aren't shown in this picture.)

I'm dressed as Cruella Deville.  According to my theme song, 
If she doesn't scare you, no evil thing will.

Opposites attract, don't you know. 

In other news, our 11 year old got her first black eye.
She is loving it!

And today I'm sorting rocks for my new fireplace!
It will take me hours and hours and hours, 
but a natural rock fireplace will look amazing in our new place.

Slow, but sure.
Dressing up our new house.

Friday, October 24, 2014

My Someday House is Coming Along

Can anyone guess what I started today???!!!

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

The Pumpkin Patch

We went to the pumpkin patch last night.  
It was sooo fun!  We went down the gunny-sack slide, stuck our faces in hilarious cut-outs, rode on a wagon heaped in straw, drank hot apple cider made from apples a breath away from the pot and we took darling pictures in our cozy fall sweaters, flannel shirts and broken-in leather boots.  
It was the cutest, familiest day 

The air was crisp as we wandered through the corn maze and, finally, picked out
the perfect pumpkin.

Then, we came home and carved 'em up.

At least we did get the carving done this year!  
Gotta get some points for that.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Stop Complaining

There are some things in my life that are a challenge, but I had an experience recently that reminded me that 
my life is not so tough.

We were at the doctor for his 18 month well-child check-up.
"Any allergies?"
"Is he taking any medications?"
"Was he premature?"
"Does he have any health problems?"
"Did he have any problems at birth?"
"Were there any complications while you were pregnant or during delivery?"
Again, "No."
"Do you have any concerns about his health today?"

And that was just the start.  We went through a rather lengthy list on a medical history form and the answer to each one was the same:
He is healthy and always has been.

That was when a ton of bricks fell from the sky
and hit me right on the head.

He is healthy.
They are all healthy.
My husband is healthy.
I am healthy.
Even our dingdang dog is healthy.

That isn't to say we don't have a little bit of this and a little bit of that because we certainly do have a pile of doctor's bills to prove it.  But a bump removed, a test taken, a spot burned off, those are all piddly.

Hat Hair
I know I take our general health for granted and after hearing the list, I was propelled to my (figurative) knees. 
(I was in the doctor's office, having a conversation, after all.)
I knew, right then and there, that I needed to do some serious repenting.
Heavenly Father has blessed me so much that I don't have room to hold it--literally! 
That is my problem!  
Can you imagine complaining about not having enough room because you have so many blessings?!

My heart has turned and I am sorry for my grumpy, embittered attitude.
My Father loves me and I, his selfish, greedy, short-sighted daughter hasn't been doing a very good job of saying thank you.
I am turning away from that person 
because I can.
I have nothing about which to complain.
The End

Friday, October 17, 2014

Blessed by my Parents

My parents stopped by for a quick visit tonight.  They were here to see the children--one child in particular who turned 11 yesterday--but my dad knew we had a log that needed cutting up so he brought his chainsaw along for the ride.

My mom walked into my house and immediately got to work on my sink full of dishes.
She does this every time she comes to my house.
I've tried to tell her not to do it and I've tried to have the dishes done before she gets here.
If there are no dishes in the sink, she'll fold laundry.
And, let's face it, with eight people in the house at almost all times, there are always dishes in the sink.

Meanwhile, my dad quickly sliced up the log and asked if I needed anything else done while he was here.
I did.
I've had this horrible tree that has needed to come down because it is ugly and is impeding the healthy growth and a beautiful tree.  
BUT, it leaned heavily to one side and it would have fallen on the neighbor's greenhouse.  
Justin and I hadn't the skills to get the tree down AND keep the greenhouse up.

My dad is amazing.

"Did you know the hook broke off of your chain?"
No, I didn't.  Sorry, Dad.
In a matter of 15-20 minutes, he had the tree down and cut into logs.
No lives or fingers or dogs were lost in the process.

Even the neighbor's greenhouse remained untouched.

At one point, when Dad was sitting on the couch, I handed him Isaac's guitar and asked him to change a broken string.  Within a matter of moments, the string was changed and the guitar was tuned.
My daughter nailed it on the head when she declared, "Papa!  What is going on here?!  This is getting out of hand!  How did you learn how to fix everything?!!"

Amen to that.  
I am blessed by my parents.
Thank you, Mom and Dad.