lois walfrid johnson

This summer while at Mount Carmel Family Bible Camp in Alexandria, my mom introduced me to a woman named Lois. Lois was thrilled to meet another female beekeeper. She had kept bees for many years of her life but had never once met another woman beekeeper. Lois wanted to talk shop, wanted to know how my hives were doing, and all about our hobby farm. We became fast friends.

At some point it came up that she writes books and I was excited about that, since I hope to do the same one day. We also discovered that we both graduated from Gustavus and so we had that whole world in common too. But most obvious was our shared love for the Lord. Sharing a conversation with her was like slowly recognizing a kindred spirit with every word spoken. Lots of "I know! Oh I agree! It's so true!"

That night after evening worship, Lois handed me one of  her books to read. And she had one for Rory too. So that night, with our kids babbling in the room next to us, Rory and I sat up in bed reading our first Lois Walfrid Johnson books. They are written for adolescents, but there we were, in our 30's turning our pages as fast as we could. We were sucked in.

Lois writes about young kids who are learning to deal with real life issues. She does this with a Christian worldview, tying in truths from the Bible and showing how the young protagonist comes to believe God's word is true. It is stunningly done. So endearing. And so good.

I've been reading The Adventures in the Northwoods series this week. It's a story about a 12-year-old and her mother, moving from Minneapolis to Rice Lake in 1906 when the mother marries a Swedish farmer who had recently lost his own wife. The first book talks about what it means to be a forever family, what it means to have a new Papa, what it means to be loved without condition. I'm now in book 4 and I cannot put these books down. They're just so good.

And by good I mean they are well written, but they are also so moral. And truthful. So solid. After I read Lois' first book I told her that more than anything I felt grateful that she is putting out so much GOOD into the world. We know a lot of other messages vying for our kids attention, but this is the stuff you want your kids to read and to get excited about.

What has been most fun is "introducing" her to many of my friends with kids in elementary and middle school and how many of them already know and love her. She's new to me, but not to most mom's. Her tagline is, "a trusted friend of families" and she is! Families trying to teach moral, upright and honest children will LOVE Lois Walfrid Johnson.

Her books would be great for read aloud at bedtime for all ages. And all kids read at different levels, so I think they'd fit any age. Probably geared most toward 3rd-8th graders...but even that seems too narrow a reading audience. Because I'm 33 and love these books.

You can learn more about Lois at her website: www.loiswalfridjohnson.com

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The Freedom Seekers series is a six book series, and each book is about 250 pages. It takes place around 1857 "when rivers were the highways of the time. Libby, and her father, and their friends faced life-and-death questions that are still crucial today:
-Who can I trust?
-What do I care about?
-What does it mean to be a never-give-up family?
-How can I live my belief in the freedoms sought in the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of the United States?
-What practical skills do I need to develop?
-How can I make choices based on biblical principles?
This series centers around The Underground Railroad.

The Viking Quest series is a five book series, and each book is about 200-250 pages. This series travels from Ireland to Norway, Iceland and Greenland, then sails with Leif Erikson to the New World. In this series the main characters help establish the first North American settlement by Europeans- five hundred years before Columbus!

The Adventures in the Northwoods is a ten book series, and each book is just over 100 pages. The story takes place in Northern Wisconsin where the main character learns to deal with peer pressure, family relationships, works toward a dream and learns the value of giving a person a second chance.
This is the series I am currently reading and I can't put them down at night. :)

Hallmark Town

Last Thursday night our community bundled up and met up on our main street for a wintertime block party of sorts. We went last year and it was bitter cold and I remember thinking I wouldn't do it again with kids. But this year the weather was a balmy 30 degrees so we gave it another shot. And let me tell you, it was magic.

When we were looking for a parking spot we drove past the Moravian church where there was a living nativity singing carols, all lit up by spot lights. Mary and Joseph smiled and sang, happily caroling with the people gathered. We got out of the car and looked down the four blocks of sidewalks lined with luminaries and spotted Santa in the bank where he gave us cookies and hot chocolate. Then we found an outdoor petting zoo with a calf, goats, ducks, sheep and a friendly farm dog.

Horse-drawn sleigh rides were cruising up and down the street lit up with christmas lights. We walked into the Armory where local vendors were selling swedish treats, children's books, honey, maple syrup, and all sorts of handmade goods and crafts.

Then we went into the candy store and toy shop where two old men were playing carols on the banjo and violin. They started playing Away in a Manger and Ivar sang the lyrics with them. The musicians were so happy to have a brave little soloists and Ivar sang every word looking right in their eyes. And I was one very proud mama.

We got to see Olaf the snowman and Rudolf and Frosty walking in the street. There was a barrel fire to warm up by in the park and every shop had great sales and window displays and cookies. We went into the fish store and ate peanut butter cookies and picked out our favorite fish in each tank.

On the way back to the car Rory went ahead with Ivar. And Elsie and I trailed behind while she looked inside of every. single. luminary. Looking at the candle inside, watching it flicker and glow.

And the best part, the part that makes it an actual Hallmark Town, is that I knew so many people. It was a magical night, but it really was the felt community made the night merry and bright.

christmas spirit

I was watching a cooking show with the kids when a commercial came on of all of the food network hosts wrapping christmas lights around themselves. Ivar saw it and told me, "Well that's a good idea! We can dress up like Christmas trees!" I thought he'd forget about it, but he was faithful in telling me throughout the next day-and-a-half, "and remember, we have to dress me like a christmas tree."

So I got the leftover green felt I had from making my advent sucker tree, and made Ivar into a christmas tree. He was so pleased.

Ivar has enough Christmas Spirit for everyone. He is so excited about every part. When we were unpacking our christmas decorations, he pulled out a carebear ornament and told me excitedly, "Oh mom! I know this from the last time!!!" His memories are being formed, and he's (maybe for the first time) experiencing the joy of tradition and remembering.

Another night we were walking down the main street in our town after dark and he stopped dead in his tracks. "Mom!" he said, "this store has a Christmas tree!" And sure enough, the t-shirt screen printing shop in our town had a three-foot tree in their front window. We walked a little further and he shouted, "They do too!" And it was true. The eye doctor next door had a tree in their window as well. In fact, every store front was decorated and Ivar was delighted by it all. His awe and wonder was palpable and contagious.

And it has been all season. What a joy to be four!

field trip

Last week we loaded the kids up and drove a mile down the road to our friend's farm. We know Becky and Brian from church and have always wanted to see their place. Every time we talk it is obvious we have a similar vision for our hobby farms. They are about fifteen years ahead of us in what they've tried and figured out and it was so fun to see all they are doing.

We saw their hens, horses and pigs. They had recently raised turkeys but they were processed just before thanksgiving. I was most interested in the pigs. I want to get a few next spring. Ivar was terrified and hated that they kept snorting at his boots and that they grabbed my mitten. Overall he was not a huge fan of the large animals, but Elsie could not get enough. The joy on her face when she was petting the horse made me wonder if she'll be a horse girl. I never was, but I had many friends who were nuts for horses. So far she does have a thing for My Little Ponies... Time will tell.

a winter walk

Today around 4:00 I was talking to my sister on the phone and telling her how stir crazy my kids were. The three of us were going nuts, cooped up all day, fighting, screaming, wrestling, annoying...all of it. I told her I didn't really want to take them anywhere because it felt risky. Meltdowns were many and it was just easier to stay inside.

But Annika told me I had to get them outside. And because Ivar is a hard sell to get outside when then weather is 74 degrees and sunny, I knew I had my work cut out for me.

So I told them both, "Kids! We are going to go on a winter walk! It is a very special walk because we each bring a flashlight and shine the light on our path!"

It totally worked. They had their boots on in record speed. Ivar even went and found a sock since he had taken one sock off earlier this morning. We were out the door, down our lane and even three cats joined in the adventure.

I kept trying to get Ivar to turn around, hoping it would be a short walk (it was windy!) but he wouldn't hear of it. He wanted to make it to the end of the road, which is a decent hike for these kids. When we got to the end we turned around to head home and when we got back in the house all moods had simmered, attitudes had adjusted and the kids played like best friends this evening.

I'm here to say Winter Walks are magic. And will be taken much more frequently now that I know.

Hi-ooo-gah!

Have you heard of this before? The word is actually spelled Hygge, but pronounces Hi-ooo-gah, and is a Danish mindset that the cold should not just be survived, but rather savored.  My friend Katie shared the article and I love the concept. To really sink into winter, not try to wish it away. To use this time to intentionally slow down, cuddle up, to stay put, to reflect and to be still.

I've read the article three times now, and I love it. "Hygge may be the best example of one people’s power of positive thinking, promoting as it does a mindset that life should be savored, not survived, and that comfort, beauty, and internal and external warmth are the keys to a rich existence on the frozen tundra."

Hygge is a reflective time, apparently lasting the whole winter. It is about candles in windows, quilts piled high, hot drinks, crackling fires and sharing kind community with each other. They even try to avoid divisive issues during the dark season.

It's making the decision to slow down. To be still. It's a shift, because I think I've been led to believe that business is a virtue. That to be busy means you're important and making life count. In college we used to rattle off all of the papers and tests and group projects we had to do, a sort of competitive one-up game that led me to believe being busy was important. But I'm realizing now that being busy is not not a virtue. And it certainly does not make you important.

Our stove is helping us find our Hygge this winter, and it is awesome. We all seem to congregate in that room now. The practice of building a new fire, turning over a log, or adding new logs has become a daily practice in paying attention, keeping watch, tending and as a result, staying warm. We have gone many days in a row without turning our furnace on and this little stove has quickly become the heart of the home.

I believe in this hygge thing. My whole perspective has shifted from merely getting through this cold (and it's been terribly cold!) season to now enjoying what it means to hunker down, slow down and quiet down.  So go make some tea, light a candle, get yourself under a quilt, pull out a Little House book and sink into the season of Hygge.

wintertime

+Today is the first of December and I have already made three different kinds of cookies. I even went to a workout class at the ymca, and came home and mixed up my all-time favorite sugar and spice cookies. Might have to slow down on the baking a bit...

+I recently was telling my friend Rachel about The Christmas City Express in Duluth and felt compelled to tell the world about it once again. If you have a train enthusiast in your family, it really is worth the drive.

+It was 37 degrees on Saturday and our whole family acted like it was springtime. Rory got his chainsaw out, Ivar started making snow castles from his sand toys and Elsie asked to play with her little sand box on a chair in the driveway. I sat in a camping chair and marveled at how 37 feels balmy.

+We had our first suppertime candle lit Advent lesson. The kids weren't really into it. I ended up reading a kids book about baby Jesus and we sang Joy to the World. Mostly I bribed them with a cookie if they sat still for the story. We'll keep working on this all month long. Might have to keep baking those cookies after all.

+We went sledding the day after Thanksgiving at my mom's house. It was so awesome. Ivar laughed so hard and Elsie was fearless.



+And finally, on Sunday night on our way for hamburgers and grocery shopping we got a flat tire. We're not sure if we ran over something or what, but we had to call a tow truck and it was quite exciting for the kids. But we realized a few things while waiting in our warm car on the side of the road so close to home: we didn't have winter gear in the car. We didn't have extra hats or mittens or boots. We haven't even thrown in an extra blanket in the back. We usually will create a winter survival kit, but for some reason this winter felt so early that we haven't pulled it together. We were grateful to be close to home, able to wait in our warm car for the tow truck and to have a nice neighbor to come and pick us up. But we took it as sort of a nice reminder. I found this list and now will spend this week getting our cars winter-ready. Hope this is a helpful reminder for you too!

so thankful

We started out our Thanksgiving day watching the Macy's Day Parade which was sadly full of interviews with NBC actors and not very many balloons. Which made for boring television for Ivar and Elsie. However, we did catch this OceanSpray commercial where the turkey slips off the tray and splashes into the bog and it struck Ivar as hilarious. We were taping the parade so we could rewind and watch it again and again. And again. And again again. Every time the turkey splashed into the water Ivar laughed harder and longer. Ah, that boy loves slap stick.

Then we drove to my mom and dad's house for the feast. Sonna read an essay she wrote all about what she is thankful for and it was lovely. We all ate until we were stuffed full. 

After lunch we played three rounds of all family hide and go seek. Which might be my favorite new pastime. Surprisingly, there just aren't a lot of places for grown adults to hide in a house. And between the running around trying to find a spot to hide and then staying still for the minutes it takes to be found, this is one hilarious game. One round I was hiding behind the christmas tree with Elsie (a definite liability) and watched my mom cover herself with a purple sleeping bag while sitting upright on the couch. Oh it was so funny.

You've got to play hide-and-go-seek at your next family gathering. You've just got to.

We slept overnight and I got to watch Little Women with my sister and mom and nieces and daughter and it was awesome. We woke up early this morning and had swedish pancakes, went sledding, played board games and even got our christmas trees. It was a great Thanksgiving and left me feeling very, very grateful.

a homemade christmas wreath

Somethings in the air this season. I'm feeling really crafty. And creative. And ready to play. So on Tuesday during Elsie's nap, I took Ivar outside to gather pine branches to make a Christmas wreath. 

I have made a wreath one time before, when we lived out in Montana. It was at the Advent Retreat at Flathead Lutheran Bible Camp and though I remember having made a wreath, I didn't remember the technique at all, But I did remember that I thought it was easy enough that I boasted I would never have to purchase a wreath again. 

And I'd say that again. It is pretty easy, but it is also very prickly. 

I didn't have a wire base to built my wreath on, but I did have two wire hangers from the dry cleaners. Keeping the hooks as they were (so handy for hanging later!), I just bent the triangles into circles and then used wire to tie them about an inch apart to provide a bit of a wider foundation.

I also didn't have green floral wire. But I did have white string. I started by tying my bottom most layer and then adding more and more. By the end, I was able to tuck little pieces in strategically so that I covered up the white string. The wire would have made it a whole lot easier, but it turned out great! And for the bargain price of zero dollars, I'd say this was a great afternoon project.

 ...and check out this sweet picture from that Advent Retreat in Montana. We lived out in Montana for a winter while I wrote my masters thesis and Rory wrote his weather software. Annika and Jedd lived in the cottage at the Bible Camp and we lived in the nurses cabin. It was a dreamy six months, living on Flathead Lake, sharing most suppers with Annika and Jedd, and spending my afternoons and evenings with my adorable nieces. What a dream! And seven years later I am so glad we lived so fully and so freely before we started a family. What a sweet season to have shared.

vertigo treatment!

A few Fridays ago I woke up with a violent case of vertigo. I've only had one episode before when Ivar was about six months old, so I was really surprised. For six hours I felt terrible. The pictures weren't attached to the walls, the walls weren't attached to the room, things moved far away and zoomed up close. It was awful.

I stayed on the couch most of the day and had a moment in motherhood I'll never forget when Rory left me for an hour to take a sales call. Elsie jumped on the couch while sympathetically reminding me, "Mama sick. Me sick too. I snuggle with mama!" And then would jump on my body, snuggle and get up to jump again and I would commend myself for being such a hero.

By mid afternoon I was able to eat toast and keep it down. And by the evening I was able to sleep, but only on my left hand side. If I lay flat on my back or on my right side the whole world went helter skelter again. 

It was like this for six days. I could only lay on my left side. Any rolling over would bring on an episode. I was better when standing or sitting, but I could never throw my head too far back, or lean it on the headrest of the car. And most of the time if I moved my head there was a delay for the picture to catch up with my eyes. Like I was watching slow motion, except I knew I was moving normal.

It was gross. I went to a chiropractor, I prayed, and I was just about to go to an ear, nose and throat doctor when a friend at our small group told us about a procedure his chiropractor does for him when he has a vertigo spell. When everyone left we googled it. It required me getting on the kitchen table and Rory doing some big movements with my head and when we watched it done on youtube Rory politely declined. It was going to end poorly, probably with sickness.

But then Rory found a video that seemed compelling and the exercise she recommended was worth a shot. It was less jerky. So with the help of youtube, Rory coached me through a series of motions. The series took about two minutes and the first round was really uncomfortable because I had to hold a pose through the uncontrollable spinning. We waited 30 minutes and then did it again. And that time I heard something and felt immediate relief. We waiting another 30 minutes and did the exercises two more rounds with no spinning and that night I slept on my right side!

It was pretty miraculous for me. I was really weary from a week of messed up vision. And I was beginning to wonder if this was going to be my new normal. I am so grateful it is not.

But this video will be! I've had a few more dizzy moments since, and each time I do my half somersault move. It's amazing.

The likelihood that you will ever have a spell of vertigo is pretty slim. I've since learned that my Grandpa Harrington suffered terribly from this, which is fascinating to me. That it might be genetic? I have no idea. But I am writing all of this for two reasons: 1) so that I have quick access to this video whenever or wherever I need it. 2) in case you ever hear of someone who needs relief. This little video is worth a shot. It worked for me and I'm so, so glad it did!

Preparing for Advent

Advent is the season on the church calendar where we prepare our hearts for Christmas. But as a mom, I feel a real responsibility to prepare for Advent, so that I can take the lead in reminding my kids the real reason for the season.

Ivar is four now, and traditions are being set. Rory and I are talking really intentionally about how we want our kids to remember their childhood, how we want to create traditions, how we want things to feel and look and smell. One huge decision is that we want our kids to have Christmas morning at our own home, and we want to celebrate Christmas eve at our own church. These are both things we remember from our own childhoods, and want for our kids. But it means not joining our extended family for those times. Thankfully (and I am SO thankful!) all families involved have been gracious and understanding.

What I've learned is that building tradition takes intention. But what I remember about my own childhood is that it is the little things. We always had an advent wreath on our kitchen table during December. And it was lit at each supper. Sometimes we would turn the lights out after everyone was done eating and sing a christmas carol. I'm not sure how many times we actually did this, but it is etched in my mind with the happiest and warmest of memories.

So my goal is to keep it simple. I spent Sunday night looking on pinterest for Advent Ideas, and felt convicted that you could really overdo it and loose the whole point of the season. So I googled for Christ-expectant Advent ideas and found an awesome article that spelled out a simple Advent plan, the one I remember from my childhood. So here's my plan:

1. Make an advent wreath. Maybe just five mason jars filled with sand with three purple, one pink and one white candle. A good explanation can be found here. And keep it on the kitchen table all of December.
2. Light one candle each week leading up to Christmas. I love the anticipation this builds. I remember loving church in December and watching the acolyte light one more candle each week...because it meant Christmas Eve was that much closer! Ah! The anticipation!
3. Eat our supper and then turn out the lights. I know from experience that this always quiets the room.
4. Read the scripture for that day and sing a christmas carol. We'll add one carol a week so by Christmas my kids should know the words to four carols.
5. Pray and thank God for sending his baby boy Jesus for us.
6. Turn the lights back on.

So that's my Advent plan. If you have older kids (elementary or middle school, I still recommend The Family Book of Advent, but it still seems a bit too involved for Ivar and Elsie.) How about you? Do you have any favorite Advent traditions?

(The picture above is my cousin Sarah (the blondie) and me dressed up as angels for the nativity we act out each year with the cousins. My grandpa always read the scripture and even though he died when I was fifteen, I can hear his voice clear as day when I think of him reading, "In those days, a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered...")

kid quotes

I never put these pictures up, but this was such a happy day for us I just want the pictures documented. These pictures were from a Monday in October that was so stunning my kids ended up barefoot in the river. And one week later there was snow accumulating on the ground which made me very glad we had soaked up this glorious last bit of fall weather.

Here's some kid quotes to kick off your weekend:

*I overheard Ivar and Elsie in the living room. Ivar said, "Now you'll be in big, big, big, big trouble!" And Elsie shot back, "No! I'll be in teeny, teeny, teeny big trouble!"

*I was trying to snuggle with Elsie holding her like a baby. I said, "you're still my little baby." She sat right up in my arms, looked me in the eye and said gruffly, "I'm not a baby! I'm a sister!"

*Two times at small group our kids haven't gone to bed before the company came. So they got to be a part of everyone's check in. Last night they listened patiently and when it was time for us I asked Elsie if she had something to share and she lifted her hands in the air and announced, "I grew up! I'm tall!" The other time they got to share Ivar ran away for a while and came back to show everyone that we had got new toothpaste at Target.

the christmas house

I saw this idea on pinterest and pinned it to my "I wanna make this" board. And 24 hours later, I had made it. Because it was that awesome of an idea. The original I saw used white lights, but it turns out when you take two kids to Ace Hardware to pick out Christmas lights, white is not an option. Kids know a boring chirstmas light when they see one. So we went with "the pretty color ones!"

I also didn't have a box big enough, so I pieced together three boxes that we had with duct tape and supported the whole structure with a couch on one side and an end table on the other.

If you do this on your own (and you totally should!) I have a few pointers:
           ***Obviously making one of these is pretty obvious. Obviously. That's obvious. 
                 But just in case you wanted to learn from my trial run I thought I'd share.

1. Go make a big order of toilet paper and paper towels on amazon prime to get your big box.
2. Purchase your lights. I used 200 lights for this beauty. Because, you know.
3. Using a sharp knife, and making sure no children are inside the box, poke little x's in the top of the roof. Place the lights as you go! Christmas lights are spaced way closer than one would think, and I had to poke all new holes.
4. Poke the lights all the way through the x's...so that just the wire is showing on the roof. It makes for a brighter fort, and a more secure light set up (they were falling out before I figured this out.

And then enjoy! Until we get our Christmas tree this little Christmas house is casting a beautiful glow in our living room. And since it is snowing and twenty degrees, it seems right to have the glow of christmas lights warming our house. It has become quite the cozy family hangout spot. Tonight we are going to eat milk and cookies in the Christmas House.

After the kids go to bed.

grace-filled friends

Well, we've officially entered the season of Cancelled Plans. This is a tricky season to adjust to in motherhood.  I can plan all the playdates I want, but it's a real gamble if those gatherings will come to pass. Between kid's illness, mama exhaustion and bad weather life is a little less predictable than the rest of the year.

The night before Ivar's birthday I had tables set for 26. I had six pounds of hamburger. I had two birthday cakes. I had presents wrapped and party games. And then in the middle of the night, I had a little birthday boy with the flu. And a cancelled birthday party.

The next weekend I was set to celebrate Annika's birthday with her and my mom with a nice lunch and later was supposed to go to a mom's conference with church friends. But that morning I woke up with vertigo so extreme that I couldn't lift my head off the couch. And I was so sorry for myself!

And this past week I took the kids to a class in town and didn't realize until later that I had also told a friend I'd meet her at the ymca for a water weights class. I totally stood her up. So I left her a crazy-apologetic voicemail telling her how badly I felt. But when we connected next, her response stopped me in my tracks.

She wrote the nicest, most grace-filled, understanding reply, reminding me of the season of life we're in, that between sick kids and off days and bad weather and keeping all the plates spinning, we just have to do our best.

I was so grateful. It was the exact grace-filled encouragement that my mom-heart needed to hear. And I'm so glad to have heard that right on the onset of this stay-flexible season. Last year my friend Rachel and I tried to meet up six times throughout the winter, and always one of our kids was sick or the roads were bad. It never failed. We'll try again this year, but be ready to give a lot of grace too when our plans fall through.

So here's to putting things on the calendar and hoping they happen. And for grace to give and receive when they don't.

the 'got done' list

I just had the most amazing epiphany.

I was thinking about how I fight against my daily to do list. Because in my head, and on paper, I have lots of things I'd like to get done. But the end of the day comes and sometimes things get done, but other days nothing is accomplished. I know I've been working all day because I'm tuckered out, but it's hard to know where the day went.

It's hard to not have measurable work. I don't really have much to show for a day, except for children that are still alive and enjoying a secure and happy childhood. And that is enough if I am in my right mind. But if I am in my wrong mind I can go a little batty with the undoing of all the things I'm doing. Like the dishes that need to be washed again because we dirtied them again. Or the laundry that needs to be put away or washed or a combination of both. Or the kitchen floor that was just swept and spot mopped but again has sticky spots and crushed cereal and flattened raisins.

At the end of the day there isn't a lot to show for my time. We live in this house and it shows.

So it dawned on me. My to do list is what I'd like to get done. But often the day has other plans for me. Like to help Ivar come off of his tantrum because he couldn't put his vest on by himself. Furious he cried because he could not reach that other arm hole and would not let me help. Or like how lunch got so messy it necessitated baths for both kids...and they ended up spilling lots of water on the bathroom floor. Or like how I made three meals that kept all bodies in the house healthy and happy. Or how, on an impulse, I finally made a phone call reconnecting with a friend long overdue.

The epiphany is that at the end of the day I should make a GOT DONE list.

My list would read like this:
-Helped Ivar work through his tantrum
-Cleaned bathroom floor and my children
-Made B, L and D for all
-Reconnected with friend

And I might add more:
-Unloaded and loaded dishwasher
-Carried a laundry basket upstairs full of clean clothes
-Carried a laundry basket downstairs full of dirty clothes
-Played Thomas the Train and made up a very clever plot line
-Fed and watered cats and chickens
-Built a fort out of couch cushions
-Put living room back together after bedtime routine

Does this make sense? None of these things would ever appear on my morning to do list. And yet it is so satisfying to see it all written out at the end of the day. I'm not sitting idle. I know that for sure. But I rarely have had anything to show for my days. Until now. The Got Done list changes everything.

a potato bouquet

Our basement has limestone walls and an old cistern. The house dates back to the 1890's, and when you are in the basement, this is not hard to believe.

I went down there to find some onions and potatoes to bring up to the pantry and found this lovely bouquet, all happy to see me. Coming from a pampers diapers box were all sorts of potato shoots, looking for soil or light or someone just to notice them.

I noticed and brought the box upstairs to show Rory the last of his 2013 potato harvest. We laughed so hard! And now we are determined to eat every one of our 2014 potatoes before they grow eyes...and legs...and arms...

winter prep

Last week I turned into a little squirrel, getting everything all set for the first snow. Instead of gathering nuts and hiding them, I cleaned storage areas and organized them which is one of my very favorite things to do. I love organizing and sorting and giving things away and finding a system to keep items organized so that everything has a home. I hung a lot on the walls in the shed, sorted things by type and then made a few trips to good will.

And then I raked the lawn. I asked Rory if he would help and he said, "I won't, as a matter of principle. I don't agree with raking a yard this big. Becca, do you know what compost is? It is leaves and cut grass. People pay big money for it. I'll mow all of this in the spring, and call it compost."

Well. Apparently I still have a bit of "small yard" in my blood, because I could not let it go. The leaves were inches deep, and knowing the snow was coming the next day, I got to work. It's great cardio. I raked twice as many piles as pictured below, and then went around with a huge tarp, raked a few piles on the tarp at a time and dumped each tarp-load in the grove. I broke a sweat and felt quite accomplished when it was done.

And I did have some help. The cats liked to jump in the piles and tried many times to attack the rake. And the kids jumped from pile to pile, making them much less pile-like. I was relieved when they lost interest and went inside.

It feels so good to get everything tucked in and ready for winter. There was something that happens in my soul when I know all of the toys are out of the rock box, the strollers are in the pole barn for the season, the mower is safe in the shed, and the truck is pulled into the second stall. It's like pregnancy nesting, except instead of a baby this nesting leads to a really long winter.