Family photo 2013

Family photo 2013

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

15

1 little 2 little 10 little chickies...

Adding 10 new hens to our flock. Which means we will soon be preparing 10 of the older ladies for a simmering stew pot. It won't be easy. We love those girls. Welcome to life on the homestead, kids.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

14

I do like it, Stryder.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Friday, April 11, 2014

Day 10

Plant a fruit tree. 

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Day 9

Garden expansion! 

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Day 8

I've often said Jayla is 12 going on 21 and this proves it. I left her in charge of the kids while I went to an appointment and came home to this: schoolwork finished, lemon bars made from scratch, and a craft formed of household supplies by each child. {love}

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

Day 7

Jayla's breakfast for the family. It even included homemade biscuits. The girl is going to work me out of a job...

Sunday, April 06, 2014

Day 6

One of the best parts of having bigger kids is playing better games. Don't get me wrong, Candyland (((is))) basically a total blast, but Rummikub beats it any day of the week...

Saturday, April 05, 2014

Friday, April 04, 2014

Thursday, April 03, 2014

Day 2

Jayla loves to make her sister "princess for the day."

Her sister loves it too.

Wednesday, April 02, 2014

Day 1.

My grandma, Lamoine lost her beloved husband, Max a couple weeks ago. She is a wonderfully gracious wife and spent much of her life in devoted servitude. Their lives thrived in intertwined oneness, the comfort of faithful companionship. I can only imagine the difficulty of these days for her. 

Though I wish I could ease her grief, I am aware there is little I can do from so far away. I thought I might offer her the smallest piece of brightness each day in the form of her great grand kids. It's not much, but it's something I can do. One of the only things I can think of. 

So I will post (at least) a picture a day. A glimpse of what is going on here. An attempt to capture the ordinary and the magnificent and the silly and the messy and the regularity of every day life. Maybe it will prove something fun for her to look forward to, a gesture to assure her that though we are far apart, she is near our hearts. 

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Go. Win. Win.

Does my gorgeous friend Kate Zimmerman not do the most gorgeous calligraphy work? Really. She is so skilled. And equally stunning inside and out. If you don't know her you really should meet her. I had the privilege of doing so in Ethiopia 4 years ago when we went to fetch our Meadow and Flint. Kate is from Michigan. :) You could win this very item here at Mandy's raffle in honor of a World Water Day. It's for a woman named Diana in Uganda. For clean water and functional wells and job creation and sustainability. And for Mandy. Because she is ultra cool and houses extraordinary depth within her soul and has a great big heart of gold for Jesus. Because she is the kind of person who organizes raffles for World Water Day.

And how about this hot little number my handy husband made from pallets? It too is available here. Go on, win it, baby ! You know you want to.
Look at mine. I already won one for myself (because I have connections...to the bald guy) and here it is hanging on the wall. Can you say sexAY? SexAY. 
There are tons of other pretty amazing items you can buy tickets for as well. Like ridiculously fantastic prizes. I'd like one of each.

It's for a great purposeful purpose. You will feel all kinds of awesomeness flowing through your hot little veins after you purchase a ticket. It's an ordinary honest to goodness go. win. win. situation. So much beauty in its simplicity, what's not to L O V E?

Friday, March 14, 2014

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

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*The boy made his own cake. I love him so much, my mini Bobby.

Thursday, March 06, 2014

Max & Lamoine

Some of my fondest memories growing up took place at the home of my grandparents. They lived close to us, close enough that I could easily walk from our house to theirs -- though I was always warned about crossing the "busy" street (3rd street, that is. In Garden City, Kansas where I've come to realize no street is really all that busy.) I spent quite a bit of time there, walking over by myself or trailing a string of various friends along with me throughout the years.

When I was young and my parents were still married, anytime they went out of town, my brother and I stayed with my grandparents. Many a weekend night I spent there for no reason at all. Meals shared at their table continues to be one of the most prominent memories I have. I vividly recall waking up to the aroma of pancake and bacon breakfasts on Saturdays, cereal and toast on weekdays, sandwiches made with toasted bread for lunch, and new recipes my grandma would try out for dinner, served at 6:30 pm.

When I think back I can see my grandma working the puzzles in the newspaper and practicing bridge on her upstairs couch in the mornings, I recollect an image of my grandpa kissing her goodbye after breakfast as he headed off to what he told me was work, but could more aptly be described as coffee with his buddies.

Their lives carried an extraordinarily comforting predictability that I craved.

While no none was usually home at my house, there was nearly always someone at theirs. Their days and weeks marched to a reliable, calculable rhythm. Orange juice for breakfast, diet Pepsi during lunch for Max, water for Lamoine, a drink before dinner, Saturday night dinner club with friends, Golfing at Southwind, watering the red flowers in big pots, bowls of popcorn on weekends, the evening news, KU basketball on the t.v., leaving the bathroom light on at night so I could find my way down the hall, cinnamon carefree gum in the kitchen cabinet, a dish of chocolate covered peanuts in the living room. Always.

The life they forged in their home helped me envision the type of warmth and security I hoped to one day establish for my children.

My grandma has long been a friend of mine, passing along her recipes for custard and my favorite desserts, reading my blog, trying out my homemade cleaning concoctions, emailing me notes throughout the years that have become priceless to me. To me, she has always seemed infinitely confident and kind, marching firmly to her own beat, unapologetically sharing her opinions, making iced coffee cool decades before Starbucks ever existed, caring for me when I was little with gentle maternal affection.

It was mainly my grandpa, Max who taught me to drive a stick shift on dirt roads just north of town where 3rd street becomes no longer busy during 1988. It was their blue Cadillac I used to fail my first driving test by making a wide left turn into the outside lane in 1990. It was he who let me feather his white hair as I sat on his lap in 1980 and 1981. It was he who ordered from my "restaurant" set up on their fireplace hearth with plastic Cabbage Patch dishes in 1982. It was he that handed me a $50 bill for no reason at all after taking me out to dinner on a trip to Colorado Springs in 1994. It was he who babysat my 2 little ones, Jayla and Onyx so I could go to Curves with my grandma in Garden City in 2004. It was he who made the effort to get to his computer when walking wasn't necessarily easy in 2013 and 2014 to skype with his great grandkids where though he didn't say much, he said enough, "Tisha, I'm just glad to see you all."

I think of him now as news of his health could be better and I am glad for his investment in my life, a commitment that can only be measured with overwhelming fondness and memories and a welling up of gladness that leaks out the corner of my eyes.

The presence of grandparents in the lives of children lends an enriching tone the way no other relationship can. It is a unique gift to the heart of the child. One that carries on long after they are grown.

Thank you to my grandparents for being every great thing grandparents should be.

Love you.

 Max and Jayla 2007
Lamoine and Onyx 2007

Wednesday, March 05, 2014

Drawing Therapy

Instructions: Draw a picture of yourself and your parents. 

Jayla:
Onyx:
Meadow:
Tyden:
Flint:
Stryder: 
Clover:
I'll let you interpret the results. ;) 

Monday, February 17, 2014

10 (ish...)

Supposed to be 9, probably more like 12, we'll settle on 10. 

Sweet Meadow. 

Happy birthday. 




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