Boys

PB went to his first day of kindergarten today. When I took him in to do his kindergarten assessment,  he was determined to be the best in kindergarten and is very excited. He tries so hard, I think he just might be the best. Other and I have just called him “smart”, but he is smart for a reason. Last night he spent a half hour trying to learn how to tie a shoe in one sitting, and wouldn’t quit until he felt he could do it. He didn’t really get it (I don’t think it’s something you can learn in just one sitting when you are only 5), but he tried so hard until he felt like he could do it. I’ve learned teaching that kid that he will get frustrated, be loud and cry, but he doesn’t want to stop. He wants to keep trying until he knows he can do it.


C arranged a bunch of letters in a line and told me it was a coconut tree. (If you don’t understand that you don’t read enough children’s literature.) We keep finding random caches of stuff like a few Legos, game pieces, balls and actions figures in a Halloween pumpkin–it’s little C. He loves to take all the pillows (in the living room there are nine) and pile them all up someone. He likes being comfy.


Baby H has started to talk. And he says crazy things like “outside” and “applesauce.” His only consistent words are yes, mama and dada, but he has a bunch of others he will say if you listen. My favorite is “love you.” He also claps his hands when he is happy and waves goodbye.



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Loveseat Rocker

I’ve been working on decorating my bedroom. I wanted a chair or loveseat in there, but the room is small and then we put a king bed in there, so I just didn’t have enough room. And then I found this at our local thrift store:

This small loveseat rocker was perfect. Small, but still big enough for two people and it fit in the space I had for it. The first thing I did was throw away the awful cushions that had too many reminders of cats. And the ruffle had to go.

After that was all gone, it had very nice bones. I thought of painting it (everyone paints furniture nowdays), but there was really no reason for it.

The cushions were a bit tricky to replace. The size was weird and didn’t fit anything ready made I could find. I didn’t want to get caught up trying to make them myself. I guess I could have saved the old ones and reupholstered them, but I think if it smells like cats, even a little bit, it should go into the garage. So I just didn’t get cushions that fit as well as before. Instead I found a lounge cushion in the as-is department of Ikea that was about the right size to use on the bottom, and put normal cushions on the top. Here is my rocker now:

It was a fun little find. Total cost (if you care, I always like to know how much stuff costs) was $25 for the rocker and $30 for the cushions. Time wise, a couple shopping trips and a few minutes just cleaning.

Craft

I used to keep track of art projects and crafts better. We usually do about one or more a week and they add up. So I stopped caring about taking pictures or keeping them. But this one was different and fun so I actually took some pictures.

Did you know you could paint with sunflowers. We have a bunch of them outside, and the centers work like a inked paintbrush and make some lovely purple patterns.

My Grandpa’s House

This is my grandparents house. Grandpa built it about twenty years ago, and they have lived there ever since. We visited it all the time growing up, and I have many memories of feeding the ducks and sledding on the hill.

Not until recently did I appreciate the unique construction. This house is built directly into a west facing hillside.

The partially in ground home keeps cooler in the summer and warmer in the winter, and it also has a built in root cellar. The west facing sun warms it in the winter, and a volunteer box elder tree in the deck provides shade in the summer. The tree came right up through the deck, and my grandparents made a hole for it. I like how nature often provides what you need as long as you are looking and taking advantage of it.

This rock is from the hillside above.My grandpa did most all of the work on the house himself.

There is a pellet stove inside and very open concept small home and over-sized garage that had been great for my handy grandpa. I have enjoyed sleeping over in the living room for years.

It is built on a natural spring, that also provides water for the house. The spring forms a small pond usually filled duck. It exits the property in a stream filled with watercress.

My grandparents are older, and I hope they are around for many years to come. But if not, I will always have found memories of visiting them in their unique home in the mountains.

Family Campout

This year has not been a year of vacations. We’ve been trying to get the remodel in our house done, and we have a baby. We camped a couple of nights with my family up at Rock port. It was a bit cold and rainy. Still fun.

His uncle decided to give a marshmallow

I also had fun showing the Fairy Forest to my family. We had a bunch of little kids with us and they all loved it.

My sister has more pictures here. 

Sheet Mulching a Year Later

We sheet mulched the front yard over a year ago, and I thought it is about time for an update.

I haven’t done anything to it for a year. Added some plants, pulled just a few weeds. It still looks alright, although I do need to add some more mulch. Probably the lowest maintenance thing I’ve ever done.

I came across a bunch of post criticizing sheet mulching from the Garden Professor blog. (Here’s the links: one, two, three. and this one if you are really into a good read about mulches. And the Garden Professor blog is the best garden blog I’ve come across.) The post certainly made me think. I’ve been over-recommending sheet mulching a bit. I still think it is a viable technique, but only under certain situations.

Basically, sheet mulching doesn’t really improve the soil because you create a barrier for air and water on the top. (And I’ve noticed this in mine. I think the weeds gone wild are doing a better job of improving soil than my sheet mulch. It’s pretty sterile under there.) If it is ignored and ill-maintained, it can cause far more problems than benefits.

So when is it okay to use sheet mulching?

1)Temporary weed control such as when you have no idea what you are doing and don’t plan on doing something for a year or so. This was my situation and it worked great. I also don’t have any plans to plant plants that need good soil there (I’m thinking a stock tank pond, a few raised beds, open space), so I’m not too concerned about improving the soil.

2)Pathways (but not anywhere you don’t go frequently).

4)Vegetable gardens (but stick with newspaper not cardboard).

Around trees and shrubs, you’d be better off with a deep layer of course organic mulch like leaves and shredded bark. Unless you have some trees, shrubs, perennials that actually don’t like large amounts of organic matter, like many desert natives.

The interesting thing about the gardening world is recommendations can hardly ever be applies to all situations. The answer is more often than not “it depends.” You really have to know your site, plants and what you are trying to accomplish instead of just accepting whatever comes your way.

Family

Within just a couple weeks, Henry started to crawl, wave, clap his hands, and cut three more teeth in. Someone is excited to grow up.

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Summer is winding down. We’ve been playing at the pool and with friends. Sometimes I can convince Peter to ride his bike. He has a hard time trying new things, and even though bike riding has been available to him for a long time, he hasn’t done it consistently enough for it to not be a new thing. Piano, however, is a new thing that has stopped being a new thing, and he loves to go through his piano book. I think I might have to sign him up for lessons soon.

Peter does love singing. Lately he will go through a songbook and just sing the songs though. We’ve been getting renditions of Praise to the Man and Go Round and Round the Village. I love it.

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Curtis is finally starting to talk a bit more. I think he will always be a bit quiet though. We are working on potty training though with very little success.

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Pictures taken in June by Becki, Joe’s sister. 

Pictures from Early Morning Garden

Some things are slowly coming along in the garden. In some ways it’s been neglected. We haven’t planted much this year besides the vegetable garden. It is turning into my kid’s domain, they spend lots of time out there.

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I’m adoring the scarlet runner beans and sunflowers together. backyard

Lately we’ve harvested tomatoes, beets, summer squash, beans, eggplant a few potatoes, and cucumbers. Not a substantial harvest on anything, but enough that I don’t have any vegetables on my grocery list.

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This looks better than last year. We did get the irrigation figured out better, using drain pipes. I also gave up on using the water turn in certain parts of the yard because it was too difficult and have used soaker hoses and the culinary water.

My Battle

My main battle in life has been with myself. Emotional dysregulation has haunted me the last few years. It has scared myself and the rest of my family. I have spent years with an ugly, angry demon that threatens to come out and wreck havoc on a beautiful little life. The more I tried to understand the anger and pain the more I realized that it could not be understood. It was insanity.

I still struggle with my weakness. But it has gotten better. The hardest task I had to do was to learn to forgive myself. I am incapable of forgiving. But God is not. It is He who allows me to forgive myself and let go of the pain and anger and truly change. I cannot. But He can.

Growing up, I was a very good person. Yet my reasons for being good weren’t great. I liked never getting into trouble, or confronting anything scary or dark. I was smug in my perfectness, unbending in righteousness, often prideful because I was better than others.

Sin is very scary and painful. But when I sinned and went though hard times, I realized God was there with more power. He didn’t want my prideful perfection that I was failing to obtain. He wanted me as I was: broken and contrite.

God wanted me broken and sad, so that He could take me and turn into what He wanted me to be. That I could shed all that pride and truly become a new person: perfect and righteous only through His atonement, not of my own merit. God wants sinners. He wants to turn me into something that was much more than I could be by my own efforts, even when I was striving for good things.