Christmas Pajamas Sew-Along (and a Giveaway)

It's almost Nutcracker time in our house and I'm looking at a costume list that rivals Santa's naughty and nice list. Mostly, there's lots of lace and tulle to be prettied up. But at the top of the list is the complete creation of three pairs of Christmas PJs. Once upon a time, on the day that Sarah was born and began her NICU adventure, twin boys were sent home after their NICU odyssey. They were the sons of Mary Beth's ballet teacher. Six years later, when Sarah was allowed to invite two friends to celebrate her birthday, she chose Brett and Dominic. They're best buddies from birth. Conveniently, they are all also tiny for their age and just about the same size. They will dance together during the party scene in the beginning, playing the roles of Clara's youngest siblings. (Yes, we make stuff up to suit our cuteness potential.)

Photo courtesy: Oliver + S

Photo courtesy: Oliver + S


Photo courtesy: Oliver + S

Photo courtesy: Oliver + S

So, three sets of Christmas pajamas--two for boys and one for a girl. I'll be using the Oliver + S Sleepover Pajamas pattern and fabric to be ordered tomorrow. No later. I'll be ordering from the Fat Quarter Shop. It doesn't necessarily have to be Christmas fabric, though there's lots to choose from in FQS Christmas Cloth Store. It could be red and green something else. Because FQS has super fast regular shipping, I know if I order tomorrow, it will be here by Friday and I can share it with you on Saturday's Needle & thREAD. I'm thinking about dots--red with green cuffs on Sarah and the reverse on the boys, maybe. And Sarah's will have ruffle trim. I'm going to use quilting cotton, because they have to dance in it, but flannel would be really nice.

Here's the deal: Help me find the fabric. Leave a link below with your suggestion and you will be entered to win $25 towards your own fabric purchase. But wait! There's more! As we sew along (I have to be finished the week before Thanksgiving), we can share our creations. At the end, all the sewalong participants will be eligible for a $50 giveaway from Fat Quarter  Shop. This a super quick turnaround on the first giveaway: winner announced this Saturday. And then, just a three week sewalong and another winner.

Who's in?

Leave a link below to a fabric selection at the Fat Quarter Shop and you'll be entered to win $25 towards your next purchase there. 

Happy 18th Birthday, Mary Beth

We have a tradition of birthday posts here. It's a tradition my children look forward to every year (and one for which I'm three behind this month, but there's grace...). We also have a slideshow tradition. For big birthdays or when someone is leaving home, there's a slideshow. It involves much sifting and sorting through all photos, mom laughing and crying at the discoveries of memories, and Mary Beth staying up late to pull it all together. 

Today is Mary Beth's birthday.

Someone else stayed up late with all the memories. The same guy who used to walk across the hall from his room to hers and stay up late talking about anything and everything. The brother who is her hero and the standard by which she subconsciously measures all other men. The one who left her without a best friend when he was called up to the National Team at 16 and went to live in Florida.  Her best friend is back in his place of honor again, and their constant banter continues, if from afar. With some help from the forces on the ground here at home, he created his very first Youtube video for his first little sister.

So, Bee, Happy Birthday from Patrick:

Gathering My Thoughts

Outside my window:  The leaves are turning. It seems like the colors are duller this year, but there are spots of glorious maples, so I’m soaking those in. It was very chilly this morning. I need gloves and a jacket and a hat to run, but the sky is so gorgeous every day, at both sunrise and sunset. Well worth the shiver when I first step out. The morning glow was so gorgeous yesterday that, despite the instructions to “rest” (which I translate to “walk”) in my training plan, I found myself running so that I could see several of my favorite places as they came awake in the light. Autumn light shows are spectacular in Virginia.

 

Listening to:  Doctor’s office noises. I’m sitting in the waiting room at the physical therapist while Stephen works his Achilles.

 

Clothing myself in: Jeans and clogs and a sweater. I even pulled on a long jean jacket this morning. I’ve been so sad to see summer slip away this year, but I do love that jean jacket and it’s nice to have lots of handy, deep pockets again.

 

Talking with my children about these books:  Nicholas and I listened to Son of Neptune on the way to New Jersey and back and I’m now, officially, a Rick Riordan fan. I so enjoyed the book. Highly recommended narration, too.

 

In my own reading: it’s been all about the running reading binge lately. I’ll have a list of running books for you this week. I’m sure you can hardly wait;-).

 

Thinking and thinking: Actually, the brain is quieter these days. I’ve long been wrestling with some decisions and now they’re made. I feel so at ease with the course that lies before me that I’m thinking I decided the right thing. It took me almost 50 years to figure out that, really, I can’t be anything I want to be.

 

Pondering:

“It is simply no good trying to keep any thrill. Let the thrill go – let it die away – go on through that period of death into the quieter interest and happiness that follow – and you will find you are living in a world of new thrills all the time. But if you decide to make thrills your regular diet and try to prolong them artificially, they will all get weaker and weaker, and fewer and fewer, and you will be a bored, disillusioned old man for the rest of your life. It is because so few people understand this that you find many middle-aged men and women maundering about their lost youth, at the very age when new horizons ought to be appearing and new doors opening all around them.” Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis

 

Carefully Cultivating Rhythm: I think we have settled into as much of a regular rhythm as I can expect. I still foresee leaving town for Charlottesville at least a couple of times in the next couple of weeks and it seems like there’s always some big thing happening, but the airplane trips are behind us, and so is the drama that is The Homecoming Dance, and a few big soccer games. The days are finding their rhythm. It’s good.

 

Creating By Hand:  Christmas pajamas. Tune in tomorrow for some news on a sewalong and a very generous giveaway from the Fat Quarter Shop.

Also, much pointe shoe sewing, costume altering, and tutu-embellishing.

 

Learning lessons In: Embracing new seasons. Life has changed so much in the last two years. Three of my children have moved out. One has married and made me a grandmother. I’m no longer nursing a baby; indeed, my “baby” is quite the little lady now. My body is shifting and changing nearly as quickly as my twelve-year-old’s. We’re both taking up running to meet the new challenges. I find parenting a handful of teenagers requires every last ounce of wisdom I may have acquired over two decades of babies and little ones. And it requires as a big a leap of faith every single day as something as crazy as, oh, I don’t know, openness to life.  There is a little chill in the air as this season settles in. Still, I am called to meet it with arms wide open.


Encouraging learning in: Carefully reading the assignment, doing exactly what one is asked to do, and completing it cheerfully and on time. As homeschoolers, one of the biggest benefits is the ability to tailor a lesson, a course, or an entire childhood education. If the lesson as written goes on and on with endless repetition well beyond what is necessary for mastery, we just cut it short. If the method doesn’t work, we switch to something else.  Creativity is encouraged wildly. Rarely is a kid sent off on his own to muddle through vague directions. We’re right there to keep things on course. And if they were away all weekend at a soccer tournament and the bus broke down on the way home and it’s early on Monday and they’re tired, I cut them all kinds of slack. What I’m learning though, is that they need to learn how to work that other system—the institutional system—before they leave home. They need to understand how to follow directions and that sometimes we do stupid assignments because that’s what it takes to get through the class. Unless I teach them how it all works, they’re in for quite a shock.  I’m not sure how to balance the reality that they need those institutional skills with my own philosophy that everything must have meaning and the best education is a creative one, carefully tailored towards a child’s strengths. Daily, there is a striving for balance between two worlds.

 

Begging prayers: It was cold enough this morning to pull on my favorite pair of Elizabeth DeHority socks. I’m praying so hard for her. Every minute is a struggle and she’s fighting valiantly to meet the struggle with love and grace.

 

Keeping house: I’m all about the domestic. During September, I was gone so much that the homemaking routine was seriously out of balance. Now, I’m back and it’s autumn—the perfect time for some deep-down cleaning. I like to do a big decluttering and deep scrub-it-til-it-shines kind of cleaning before we batten down the hatches and before the population in my home swells with school breaks and holiday visits. The time is now.

 

Crafting in the kitchen: There were thinly sliced boneless porkchops on sale the other day. Mary Beth wanted Chicken Parmesan. I made Pork Parmesan instead and it is destined to be part of the permanent rotation. “Bread crumbs” were actually crushed rice Chex and Italian seasoning. Everyone liked it (that’s ten of us because Kristin was here, too) and there were serious fights over leftovers for breakfast the next morning.

 

To be fit and happy: The on-again-off-again 31 day series on life and running will resume tomorrow. Or the next day. I don’t know; life keeps happening. It will be back soon.

 

Giving thanks: For a man who works so hard and provides so well that I am able to say “not now” to an opportunity I thought I always wanted in order to invest wholeheartedly in the places where God truly calls me.

 

Loving the moments: Kristin and I have committed to getting outside every Friday. We're going to work our way through a list of trails and nature parks in our county. Oh, and we're planning to let the children come along with us.

 

Living the Liturgy: Advent ideas. Among my lofty yearlong plans, etched in ink back in January, was an ebook full of the best of Advent ideas. I’d love to deliver that to you, but it would take a miracle at this point because not one word of it is written. I believe in miracles, but it’s far more likely I’ll just share here in less-convenient-for-you fits and spurts.

Tip one: Order your Advent candles right now. You will be very glad you did.

Tip two: This book is amazing. Karoline is working on a review for you, but seriously, AMAZING. You want to have it.

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Planning for the week ahead: My first baby girl turns 18 on Thursday. Takes my breath away. She’s got some excellent celebration ideas. We shall begin with lunch out with mom, move on to Pioneer Woman’s whiskey steak for dinner, and then continue the celebration on a mountaintop with some of her dearest friends over the weekend. A girl after my own heart. Truly. 

Real Support for the Uphill Climb

Let's just call it what it is: super challenging. If our path to heaven is the vocation of motherhood and the nurturing of a family, especially a large family, it's a hard path. It's a trail run uphill and the hardest part isn't at the beginning; it's well into the run, when you realize that you've agreed to carry a heavier pack then almost everyone else on the trail and there's no leaving anything or anyone behind. You've got to keep on running. 

That's when it's super-helpful to have someone who understands run alongside. 

 

My friend Linda called one morning. We talked for a few minutes before I had to dash out the door and deliver a teenager to work and a second-grader to dance. I apologized for my hasty hangup, and she understood perfectly. We quickly discussed schedules and decided I’d call her back in the early afternoon. And then I didn’t. Because I forgot. I forgot because I’m the world’s worst correspondent, and because I have a very hard time being still. So, the phone slips my mind.

She called me by mid-afternoon. This is why we’ve been very close friends for more than 15 years. She knows that I want to talk to her. She knows that I need to slow down. And she knows that if she calls, I’ll be very grateful. We had a long talk while I cleaned my kitchen and put dinner in the crockpot. The conversation began with the obvious fact that 2:30 was way too late to start a crockpot meal. It progressed to a lively conversation about the “robber barons” and then was summed up with a genuine sharing of my heart on a matter I’d never expressed to anyone.

I hung up feeling grateful and relieved. I was understood, and I knew it. There’s nothing quite like being understood. There’s nothing quite like an old friend.

In The 10 Habits of Happy Mothers, Meg Meeker writes of friendship: “No perfection is needed. Love is required, but even that can be woefully broken, because at the end of the day what we really need as mothers is a friend who simply stays. Because when she stays, we know that we are loved.”

I think this speaks to the quality of friends that allows us to trust them with our hearts. Over time, we learn that they are connected — bonded, if you will — and so they can be trusted to keep loving us even if we show our failures and our weaknesses. For some women, baring our souls in this way is extremely difficult, and it takes years to build that kind of trust. Bruised and broken relationships in our past or childhoods without unconditional love can make women skeptical that such a friend even exists. It takes loving patience to befriend a broken woman and to show her that faithfulness in friendship really does exist.

Meeker continues: “The hallmarks of inner circle friendships are trust, maturity and faithfulness, all of which work together to cultivate the deep love between us.” I have thought about this quote for months. I've weighed it against every good, solid, longterm friendship I have. I held it up to the friendships I've seen die. Yes, it holds up. She nailed it. Those are the hallmarks. I might add that a shared faith is also necessary, but maybe that's just for me.

Not all friends are very close friends. Those close friendships are ones we cultivate and care for and ones where forgiveness flows both ways. Says Meeker, “(Inner circle friendships) require attention, diligence and emotional elbow grease on our parts. Like a marriage, they need honing, sweat and time.” To this, I would add that friendships lack the sacramental grace of marriage, and they lack the commitment. It is acceptable to walk away from a friendship. Sometimes, it's the right thing to do. The challenge is to know when to stay and work on it and when to acknowledge it's time to move on.

I’ve come to understand that true friendships are of immeasurable worth. With passion, Meeker writes, “Women friends are vital because they help us become or stay emotionally more stable. They lift us out of despair, they make us laugh when we want to sob, they force us to keep living when we don't want to.” There was a time in my life when I would have thought this statement melodramatic. But now I know the feeling in the pit of your stomach when you know that the person on the other end of the phone is in so much pain that she just wants the world to stop turning. And you can't turn back the clock. And you can't change the horror in her life. And you can't alleviate the pain. But she needs you to say something, anything. Because she needs to hear your voice and she wants, somewhere deep down, someone to tell her how to keep going. And you know why she called you.

She is secure in knowing that you are truly a friend. “The deep mystery of friendship is its intense security which accepts us exactly as we are and, at the same time, yearns for us to change, to improve and live a better life.” Intense security in a friendship: I don't think that can be overstated.

Read about the rest of the journey here.

Let's Be Very Clear About the Goal

From the morning run. How can I keep from singing?

From the morning run. How can I keep from singing?

First, this clearly isn't going to be a "31 days in a row" kind of thing. There will be 31 posts, just not on consecutive days. I could probably write for several hours about all the reasons, but mostly, it can be summed up this way: I have a house full of kids. Many of them are teenagers. I find mothering teenagers and younger children at the same time to be an unpredictable, 24/7 proposition that makes the margins for writing exceedingly narrow. 

Now, let's talk about goals. Last time I wrote, I mentioned that my goal was to finish a 5K and run the whole thing. In the past couple days, I've re-examined that goal. Upon closer inspection, I see that it wasn't my primary goal. My primary goal was to banish depression. Remember? That's probably even what all the walking was about.

What I learned this week, on the bad run day and the day after it, is that I really do need sustained time in motion, preferably in the sunshine. I knew this week would be a hard one. I'm very familiar with anniversary reaction and this week--last year--was pretty terrible. I should have taken extra time to be sure to move more, not less.

Should have. But I didn't. I'd returned home from three weeks of traveling to three different places and I tried to scramble to put everything in order and get back on a solid academic schedule. There were four birthdays to celebrate, a funeral, and then a tailgate party to plan when Patrick was in town to play locally. I scurried. But I needed to rest. 

I was so tired and depleted on the day of the big game that when Patrick texted me from the locker, struggling with fresh waves of grief brought vividly to life by many memories of his grandfather over the course of Paddy's childhood in this very stadium, I was grateful for the rain. The dam broke for me, too. 

I didn't run the next day. I didn't even walk. I plodded through the chores and the ordinary movements of life. I drove to soccer and dance. I kind of wallowed. Gloom gathered. That bad run (that had been my last run) haunted me. It wasn't fun any more. Still, I knew I that had available to me a very powerful antidote to depression. I needed to find a way to make it work. There is science behind the quest to run every day:

“What we’re finding in the research on physical exercise is, the physical exercise is at least as good as antidepressants for helping people who are depressed … physical exercise changes the level of serotonin in your brain.

It changes, increases their levels of “feel good” hormones, the endorphins. And also — and these are amazing studies — it can increase the number of cells in your brain, in the region of the brain, called the hippocampus.

These studies have been first done on animals, and it’s very important because sometimes in depression, there are fewer of those cells in the hippocampus, but you can actually change your brain with exercise. So it’s got to be part of everybody’s treatment, everybody’s plan.”

 

I sat down with the calendar and mapped out the next day. I did it all on paper. (My digital rabbit hole is the subject for another day, but let's just say that time in front of the computer requires equal or more time away from it outdoors.) I decided that running the whole way was less important that moving for a longer period. So I planned a run with distinct, purposeful walk breaks every seven minutes. And then I also planned to walk a half hour when I finished the run. 

Much better.

Throw in the fact that we were down to one car and I walked another 6,000 steps in the neighborhood  throughout the day and I went to the gym to really stretch things out, and I ended the day on a much more even keel. 

The goal is to be healthy--in my brain and in my body. If I have to take a 1 minute walk break every 7 minutes for every run for the rest of my life, just so I can run long enough to get the anti-depressant effect, so be it. I've long suspected that I'm more about endurance than speed any way.

More about that tomorrow.

From the evening walk...

From the evening walk...