Daybook

Outside My Window

An absolutely perfectly gorgeous autumn Sunday: bright blue sky, just a few clouds, no humidity, and about 78 degrees. Perfect soccer weather.

 

I am Listening to

The “soundtrack” that Mary Beth has created for the ballet class she will teach her little sister…and 13 of their friends.

 

I am Wearing

A cream-colored lightweight, longsleeved t-shirt with a  ruched neckline, a purple boyfriend sweater (that I ended up tying around my waist about noon) and not my daughter’s jeans (which I got for a steal on Amazon--there was a coupon added at checkout).

 

I am so Grateful for

~ an unbelievably fun time in a friend’s van while it poured rain our sons’ soccer practice. Eleven kids total in the van. They all voted on a movie choice and we watched Pride and Prejudice. It was even more darling to note that both my children and hers had many of those lines memorized. Those homeschooled kids just don’t get socialized well, do they?

~sweet, subtle changes for the better in a child who had me worried. And for the friends who are influencing those changes.

 

I'm Pondering

The soul which remains attached to anything, even to the least thing, however many its virtues may be, will never arrive at the liberty of the divine union. It matters little whether a bird be fastened by a stout or slender cord -- as long as he does not break it, slender as it may be, it will prevent him from flying freely. -- St. John Chrysostom

 

I am Reading
Choosing to SEE by Mary Beth Chapman. Quite a book. Quite a testimony. I’ve long been a huge Steven Curtis Chapman fan. I was hesitant to read this book, because I knew that the story of how the Chapmans  5-year-old daughter Maria died  would be gut-wrenching.  I read that part first so that I wouldn’t be dreading it throughout the first half of the book. Mary Beth writes a compelling story of lifelong  surrender to the will of God.

I’m particularly grateful for her honest accounting of the trials of depression.

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I am Thinking

That God has heard me plea for kindred spirits to befriend my children and me. And, despite the overwhelming busyness of our fall schedule—actually because of it-- there are moments of grace-filled friendship abundantly sprinkled throughout the week.

 

I am Creating

Lists. Before we leave town. I always make lots of lists when I pack. We’re taking a three day trip. Seems like those kinds of lists should be committed to memory by now, but that’s not the point. The point is that the list lets me maintain the illusion of having control.

 

On my iPod

A History of US, Volume 3. Our listening on the way to Williamsburg this week for homeschool days.

 

Towards a Real Education

We’re taking a little diversion from our Medieval Studies to skip across the pond and visit Colonial Williamsburg.

 

Towards Rhythm and Beauty

The schedule works. It works beautifully. There’s no time to kick back and do nothing and I can’t deviate from the plan even a little bit, but the schedule does work…

 

To Live the Liturgy

We’ll celebrate the feast of Padre Pio this week..

 

I am Hoping and Praying

~for Mike, who is badly in need of a vacation. Or maybe just a few hours off.

In the Garden

The roses rock. Really.

Around the House

The house is quite pulled together now.  We shall have to see whether the new maintenance schedule keeps it that way. In other, much more interesting news, it is definitely time to paint the walls. I chose our current colors on the way home from the midwife’s office five and a half years ago, after learning  we’d suffered a miscarriage. The painters had been scheduled and I didn’t want to cancel, so I just went to Home Depot, totally numb and not at all there, and picked out colors. I remember asking the guy to darken it three times before I left the store.

 

It’s time for lighter and brighter

 

From the Kitchen

Gluten free pumpkin muffins from this new cookbook. Jodi wrote and told me about it a couple of weeks ago and I took a chance. The muffins are the first things we’ve made using her gluten-free baking blend. They are so good. No weird bean taste; no starchy falling apart consistency. Just pumpkinny yumminess.  I’m looking forward to trying other things.

 

One of My Favorite Things

My icon wall.

 

Sarah Annie this week

She loves our new “after school” routine. It’s a playground for several hours every day of the week. I’m really happy to have playground time, too.

 

A Few Plans for the Rest of the Week

We have a new friend visiting . She came to see Michael, but Karoline is pretty sure she came to see her. We’ve loved having her. She’ll be here tomorrow when Mary Beth transforms the main floor of our house into a dance studio and Mary Beth and her friend Mary Kate introduce a whole bunch of homeschooled little girls to the wonderful world of ballet.

 

Then we’re going to get away for a few days. Mike has been working 18 hour days getting ESPN’s Washington shows ready to launch in HD from their new studios at ABC. We’re ducking out and leaving him to yet another week of that. We’ll go to Homeschool Days in Colonial Williamsburg and stay at Great Wolf Lodge. We’ve never been there, so we’re all eagerly anticipating our time.

 

And, next  weekend, we  will return with Sarah Anne to the NICU for a reunion. It just makes me smile so to think about taking my relatively big smiling girl back to the people who cared for her so well in those early days. I can’t wait!

 

Picture thoughts:

 
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Daybook

Outside My Window

It is still dark.

I am Listening to

The hum of the refrigerator and nothing else.

I am Wearing

A t-shirt and boxers—pjs;-).

I am so Grateful for

~a daughter who conspires to celebrate the day her family began (Thanks, Mary Beth, for anniversary sweetness;-)

~starting the week in a fairly tidy house

~soccer moms (and soccer dads, too)

~come to think of it, soccer siblings, too

~regular updates from Patrick in Spain

~the gifted educators who have published excellent curricular material that has blessed our new school year

~homemade miso soup

~grocery store carnations

~lunch date on a Sunday

I'm Pondering

Eat Food. Not too much. Mostly plants. ~Michael Pollan

I am Reading.

I just finished a pre-publication copy of a very good parenting book.

And

Food Rules by Michael Pollan

I am Thinking

About the coming weekend.I’m so looking forward to having company here.

I am Creating

A new ‘do. Well, I’m not really creating it, but I do desperately need a haircut and I’m considering asking for something different. Appointment this morning. We’ll see.

On my iPod

Mossflower. We finished Redwall over a week ago and spent some time talking about whether we’d listen to another or the boys would be on their own to binge through the series. As a compromise, we’re going to listen to the prequel and they’re going to read the sequel. This audio version is so well done. The author narrates in a rich, deep, lovely accent. It’s a full cast audio that does truly bring these books to life.

Towards a Real Education

I can say with all sincerity that we are off to our best start ever.I’m rocking the Charlotte Mason Organizer to its fullest potential. The children seem to understand that if we’re going to keep up the pace of soccer and ballet that they want, we have to use those morning hours to their fullest. They are working hard and genuinely seem to like that resources I’ve chosen for them.

I’m happy to report that each and every one of my children spent a full hour or more working on math every day last week (even Labor Day—and we had a soccer tournament final that day). I attribute this astounding fact to the warm embrace our family has given to Dreambox and Aleks. They love it. They are definitely learning something. I am not a math teacher. I am grateful for a computer that is. Hooray!

Towards Rhythm and Beauty

I have stressed and stressed over The Schedule. I have lost countless hours of sleep trying to make it all work, to figure out how to be at one opportunity east of me, one west of me, and another north of me at the same time, in order to meet the needs (and wants) of different children. And then something amazing happened. I handed it all over to God and watched in awe as He worked it out in ways I could have never imagined. I started to write about it here, but it’s gotten too long, so I’ll save it for a post of its own. Hopefully soon.

To Live the Liturgy

It’s nearly time to begin our preparations for feasts of the fall.

I am Hoping and Praying

~for Patrick, who is in Spain this week. He plays the Spanish U17 national team tomorrow and Thursday.

~for the traveler who will come to stay with us this weekend. I pray her time here is everything she hopes it will be. And then more.

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In the Garden

The mums are starting to pop. The petunias look a little beaten up after some serious wind last week, but I’m going to leave them in a while longer, yet. Tomatoes are looking a bit bedraggled. Roses are beautiful.

Around the House

I still haven’t created a new chore chart. I’m using the “see a need, call the first person who comes to mind” method.Mary Beth and I thoroughly organized the little girls’ room last week. That’s probably a post in itself, too…

From the Kitchen

I’ve temporarily abandoned my cycle menu while we experiment with some new recipes. This week, we’re eating

Sunday: chili (with sweet potatoes added-it was yummy)

Monday: chicken and white bean salad

Tuesday: Maple Dijon pork chops, Caesar salad, roasted broccoli

Wednesday: Chilled Linguine with Gorgonzola and Basil

Thursday: sandwiches to go—we’re eating at the park.

Friday: Cowboy beans and cilantro lime rice

Saturday: grilled sandwiches before Michael’s game

Almost all from the Whole Foods Market Cookbook

One of My Favorite Things

Happy Anniversaries.

Sarah Annie this week

After nearly two years of living in our room, she has discovered “her room.” She could easily spend several hours a day playing with the dollhouse in there. And she prefers to sleep in “her” bed, too, much to her daddy’s chagrin. It’s sweet to see her moving into the territory of her sisters and to see them envelope her in their world.

Gonna miss her, though.

Gosh, there’s a lot of missing going on around here, isn’t there?

A Few Plans for the Rest of the Week

Hmmm: haircut; ballet planning meeting with dear friends, the kickoff game of Monday Afternoon Football season, two playdates in the park, much soccer, ballet, and the hum of busy excitement as we prepare for Saturday’s trip to the airport to meet our guest.

Picture thoughts:

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My anniversary lunch: a Sweetheart Roll at our favorite sushi bar. Isn't it beautiful? (Cell phone photo)

Daybook on the Feast of St. Augustine

Outside My Window

A beautiful, unseasonably cool day.

 

I am Listening to

The little girls “reading” What Do You Say Dear?

Stephen and Nicky talking about how they’re going to work out and get really big and make the National Team…

 

I am Wearing

A yellow t-shirt that says Virginia State Champions  2009 U14 and a pair of Umbro sweatpants that I’ve long coveted. They are were Paddy’s. He’s sponsored by Nike now and can’t wear any of its competitor’s clothes. Adidas anyone? We have plenty.

 

I am so Grateful for

~dear friends who have been tender and kind in so many ways.

~ a bushel of peaches on a day when rhythm and beauty around the kitchen island brought comfort and

~ the person who knew that peaches would be a very good idea. That would be the same person who got up early to sit with me at Nicky’s soccer game right after Paddy took off and just talk about normal stuff.

~my mother and stepfather who made a computer possible for Patrick and thereby guaranteed we’ll see and hear him often.

~the chance to see how much my kids care about each other.

~sweet blond heads on my shoulders.

~gifts and blessings, even when it’s really, really hard to see that’s what they are.

~ Patrick, who assured me it was good enough.

~ Mike, because…

 

I'm Pondering

I have sometime placed my hopes in my own virtue, which was no virtue; and when I attempted to run, thinking I was very strong, I fell very quickly and went backward instead of forward. What I expected to reach, disappeared, and thus, O Lord, in various ways You have tested my powers. ~St. Augustine

 

I am Reading
Nothing. I can’t concentrate right now. Surely this week that will improve.

 

I am Thinking

I think that any time a child leaves home, it’s only natural to think reflect on our role in that child’s life. When we homeschool, the role is such a large, all-encompassing one. When a homeschooled child graduates and moves into the next stage, we think about a job completed—what we did right, what we’d do differently. I did that when Michael left. It prompted stinging criticism at a time when I was already raw. So, we’re not going there this time. And this time is different. This time, I wasn’t finished. I had four days to take a child who’d never stepped foot in a classroom and ship him off to boarding school almost a thousand miles away. This time, he left three years earlier than I thought he would. And so, I’m definitely thinking big thoughts. This time, I know better than to share and I’m keeping them very much in my heart. But I offer this for your pondering: if your child unexpectedly left home and went to school next week, no doubt there would be things undone, well-laid plans untouched. But off he’d go and you would be left to think about what you did do, what you did offer. Are you doing things in the right order? Would the important things be done?

 

I am Creating

Zilch. I am so exhausted that I’m just sitting here waiting for life to happen. It always does.

 

On my iPod

My Wish. I’m not listening to it though.

 

Towards a Real Education

On Monday, we will settle into our new normal. I will be grateful for the sweet faces around my table and the opportunity to begin again, a great deal older and wiser, I think, than I was just a month ago.

 

Towards Rhythm and Beauty

Remember this line, from last week?

Until the inevitable unplanned….

 

Oh my. The inevitable unplanned. And then some.

 

To Live the Liturgy

Having trouble getting through Mass without crying. No doubt that will improve, too.

 

I am Hoping and Praying

~for Patrick, who starts school on Monday, for his teachers, his coaches, and all the people who will touch his life for the next fourteen months. Please, God, be with them all.

~with gratitude for the Campus Ministry at George Mason University, which has been everything I prayed it would be three years ago, and so much more.

~for Michael, who begins his final semester on Monday.

In the Garden

Paddy, I promise—I really, really promise—to take very good care of your roses.

Around the House

The house is trashed. I’ve been gone for the better part of the last two weeks. And the people who moved out of here? The left huge messes in their wakes. Monday we clean. Cleaning is always healing.

 

From the Kitchen

Peach pies and peach crisp. And we cooked a lot last week. Paddy in the kitchen is a happy thing and we were going for lots of happy. This week, we tweak the menus and make sure they work with the fall schedule. And there will be apples—lots and lots of apples.

 

One of My Favorite Things

Skype.

 

Sarah Annie this week

Sweet darling. Snuggle in and sing to me in that dear voice. Be patient as I hold you and inhale your baby head. Know how much you are loved and hear me promise again to treasure every moment.

 

A Few Plans for the Rest of the Week

Colleen and her boys will spend part of this week with us. We’re planning to go apple picking on September 1st. I am astounded by God’s providence. Last year, I wanted so badly to be with her. This year, we’ll mark the anniversary together. God is good.

 

Picture thoughts:

 
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Sarah picked the picture this week.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Daybook-August Waning

Outside My Window

A summer day. A yard that needs mowing again because we actually had real rain this week. Gathering clouds…

 

I am Listening to

Karoline singing the ABC song, interspersed with Do-Re-Mi…

 

I am Wearing

A t-shirt, shorts and a heating pad. My neck and shoulders are so tight I can’t turn my head.

 

I am so Grateful for

~Jen, Julie, and Mary Chris—who made Wednesday much better than Tuesday. Thanks for calling, for coming by, for laughing with me. Gosh, I needed to laugh! (And, Julie, thanks for loaning us Bailey.)

~A lot of time at Starbucks this last week to write and people watch and collect my thoughts. I wouldn't want to live that way all the time, but for that week, it was a good thing.

~Mike's perspective and patience.

 

I'm Pondering

These words, quoted by one of my favorite priests this morning and sent to me by an old friend. I pray it’s so!

 

He drew a circle that shut me out,
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win,
We drew a circle that took him in.

~Edward Markham

 

I am Reading
Safe People.

 

I am Thinking

About this scenario and that scenario and the other scenario, and wishing I’d just know WHICH scenario already so I could get on with it!

 

I am Creating

New chore charts.  I still don’t know if Patrick will be here or not, but I expect to have that final piece of the puzzle soon. In the meantime, I’ve been working on “training” some small people for slightly larger jobs.

 

On my iPod

 

Also sent by my friend Karen this morning.Once upon a time, Karen and I were pregnant together, awaiting spring babies and sharing faith on a college campus. Those boys are 18 years old now.  I am proud to report that I did not cry when I watched this video. Instead, I watched and was very grateful for all the seasons that lie ahead. That’s serious progress, ladies:-)

 

Towards a Real Education

I polished up the Middle Ages Reading List for everyone from Karoline to Christian.  I finished (for now;-) logging it all in on the CM Organizer. I completely cleaned and organized the sunroom for our learning purposes. We’re good to go! Tomorrow.

 

Towards Rhythm and Beauty

Yesterday, the little boys’ practice schedules were finalized. I fought the urge to curl up in ball and put my hands over my head (which is where we left off at the end of last season). Instead, I gridded it all into iCal and then I planned menus around it and then I talked with my bigger kids and we planned who was going where when. I feel sort of better. A little. Maybe.

Until Paddy arrives and things get thrown again.

Until Ballet registration and I learn something I hadn’t previously known.

Until Katie starts swimming.

Until the inevitable unplanned….

 

To Live the Liturgy

Still focusing on St. Monica.

 

I am Hoping and Praying

~For my father, who is scheduled for knee surgery tomorrow.

~For Patrick who will have some big  decisions to make any minute.

~For my niece, Catie Lea, who begins her college adventure on Tuesday –and for her mama, Michele.

In the Garden

Tomatoes, tomatoes, tomatoes.

Around the House

We’re going to paint this week. My friend Julie (who is the only reason my husband is trusting me with a paintbrush) says she’ll help with the bathroom painting. I know me: When you give a mom a paintbrush…

 

From the Kitchen

I’m kicking into the fall menu earlier than I’d like. The schedule is going to require some stewy, slow-cooked things. Personally, I’m not eating any of it. I’m existing on tea, green smoothies, an occasional soy latte, and sushi every now and then. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

 

One of My Favorite Things

Text messages from my boys—not really, but I’ll take what I can get.

 

Sarah Annie this week

I think she needs to go in to be weighed and measured. I’ve been looking at pictures of other ‘babies’ born when she was and she seems really tiny in comparison. I saw recent pictures of my cousin’s little girl, who was born a couple of months before Sarah and I had to stop and check to be sure that she was born before Sarah and not Karoline. I’m not really worried because she’s thriving and seems very well, but I have a hunch she’s teeny-tiny.

 

A Few Plans for the Rest of the Week

Soccer Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and  a tournament on Saturday and Sunday. Paddy comes home Monday night—I expect our schedule this week will be affected somewhat by whether or not he’s going to return to Florida for the full-year residency program.

We are going to begin our lessons as planned.

And we are going to squeeze those last few weeks out of the neighborhood pool.

 

Picture thoughts:

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Me: Kari, that outfit doesn't match.

Kari: Of course it does. Grandma gave me the shirt. Grandma gave me the pants. Both from Grandma, so they match each other. Perfect! 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Daybook: Soccer Camp Week

Outside My Window

“Downtown” McLean, Virginia. I’ve set up at a Starbucks this morning and I'll be back here again this afternoon. Mary Beth and I decided that it was really silly to drag everybody to soccer camp this week. They’re happier at home. So, I’m here alone for two hours this morning and again this afternoon. I’m thinking this could be an exceptionally productive computer week.

 

I am Listening to

It’s noisy here! People talking, background music, traffic noise, and the espresso machine and blenders.

 

I am Wearing

A pale green embellished t-shirt, khaki skimmers, flip flops, and silver and pearl drop earrings.

 

I am so Grateful for

~the hope of new beginnings.

~the dear friend who called me between the Romaine lettuce and the avocados at Costco. Somehow, she knew I was thinking “Paddy can make one more Caesar salad before he goes, but these avocados won’t be ripe in time for him to make guacamole.” And so, the rest of my shopping trip was blessed with understanding, good advice, and the wisdom of the Church Fathers.

~ Homecomings. Not sure I’ve ever been so glad to have Mike home as I was yesterday.

 

I'm Pondering

"The child breathes the atmosphere emanating from his parents; that of the ideas which rule their own lives” (Charlotte Mason, Vol. 2, p. 247).

I am Reading

Safe People: How to find relationships that are good for you and avoid those that aren’t

It’s an excellent, insightful book. My friend Linda gave it to me in August of 2003. I wish I had read it then. It’s all about healthy relationships and how to both choose good friends and be a good friend. I think it’s a good read for late teenagers and twenty-somethings, too.


 

I am Thinking

Truth be told, I’m thinking incessantly about Paddy and the opportunities and the discerning that lies ahead of him. But for the next week, I’m going to do my pondering in my heart.

 

I am Creating

Blog posts, this week, I think. I’m trying to put a positive spin on Soccer Camp Week and maybe blog ahead a bit, knowing that things will be very busy in the weeks to come and that I’ve not been able to find much blogging time in the last few months. We’ll see what four hours a day for five days does for me. Of course, I’m also still being called by the addictive compulsion to keep creating plans at the CM Organizer, so that will share time with the blog.

 

On my iPod

Redwall from Audible.com! Yippee! This is Redwall read by Brain Jacques, who really wrote this book for radio. It’s a wonderful literary experience, even for those of us who usually  have trouble with talking rodents. I can’t say enough about these books. They launched Michael into a literary world when he was ten—he went from being a tentative reader to being a voracious reader and from being a terrible speller and barely-writer to being prolific and eloquent.

 

Towards a Real Education

Each of the little boys is getting an hour and a half of read aloud time, listening to Redwall back and forth from soccer camp. That counts.

Of course it does.

 

Towards Rhythm and Beauty

This is the week we all learn if my checklists in the home management notebook will really work on their own. My children are home with the lists. I’m here with a grande soy latte. Wonder how the house is running? 

 

To Live the Liturgy

I so wish this weren’t the week Fr. Taylor was going to be gone all week. I so wish it…

Big week.

 

I am Hoping and Praying

For Patrick Hart and his family. Patrick and Michael were little boys together. His mother Kathy is a kindred spirit and has long been one of the most amazing examples of grace and strength in the face of tragedy I’ve ever known. Patrick has recently been diagnosed with a rare autoimmune disease and is fighting for his life. Please, please pray with me! They need a miracle. Another miracle. But Kathy Believes in Miracles.

In the Garden

Some volunteer Morning Glories popped up out of nowhere while we were at the beach. I love these flowers—they speak my language. I can so relate to sweet, simple blossoms that bloom bright and early with all sorts of hope and beauty and delight in the day and then start to fade by early afternoon and go to sleep very early. Karoline loves them, too, and tells us that they are how God says, “Good Morning!”

Around the House

I wonder why I thought it necessary to clean before 6 college soccer players camped in my house? Now, my house looks exactly like 8 teenaged and early twenty boys were there, along with the 6 other children…

 

From the Kitchen

I did some big cooking this weekend (along with my B&B duties) so that I have freezer meals good-to-go this week. It reminded me of back when I did once-a-month cooking. It might just be time to revisit that this fall.

One of My Favorite Things

Ann Voskamp’s blog. She reads my  heart. Yes, my friend. We’re focusing on beginnings. Thank you for the beautiful reminder.

 

Sarah Annie this week

She is my sweet Morning Glory. Up early, she loves her quiet nursing time and then breakfast with me, followed by sitting on the porch and watching the birds eat breakfast, followed by breakfast with Daddy. What joy she brings to the day’s beginning.

 

A Few Plans for the Rest of the Week

Michael left for pre-season camp yesterday.

The little boys have camp all week.

Patrick takes summer soccer camp to unprecedented heights. Please pray for him. Thy will be done!

Picture thoughts:

 

 
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