Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Taylor's 7th Birthday Spa Party

Making Homemade Bath Salt....Lavender or peppermint?





Soaking Feet is a must before lotion and toe nail polish!

Next Step....smell good lotion

Even Dad pitched in!

Opening presents is  a must

Spa Beauty's

No nail was left unpainted....even Jason's.  there is just something wrong about this!

Grandma was on hair duty

Cupcake decorating

A little brotherly love
Happy 7th Birthday, Taylor-Bug! 

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Gettin' Mean at the Ball

This was Taylor's first year playing softball.  We tried T-ball a few years ago, but she couldnt get into it and just stood there and cried.  So, we waited a few yesrs before encouraging her to try it again.

While she wasn't the stand out player of the year, she did learn a few inportant skills:

1.  It's fun to play in the outfield.  Most hits are to the pitcher, so there is plenty of time to play in the dirt.

2.  Cheering your teammates on is quite fun...especially if the cheer ends will a loud, giggly "Whoo" and a flip of the hair.

3.  A bigger glove, gives you a bigger space for catching the ball....but using your other hand to "trap" the ball is still important.

4.  Here in Montana, its important to wear hoody sweatshirts under your jersey to stay warm.

5.  Games are cancelled in the rain.

6.  Concession hotdogs make good dinners for away games.

7.  Its much more fun to play when you have a large cheering section!

8.  Hail quickly cancels a game.

9.  Visors are just as fun to wear aroudn your neck as they are on your head.

10.  Hitting is optional, but once you do it...its addicting!  In order to get her to hit the ball we would encourage her to GET MEAN.  GET MAD AT THE BALL!  And finally she did!

Here's she is at her last game (and the one where she finally hit the ball!)
Finally, we can call her "Slugger."


the sky was heavy for that last softball game, but the view was amazing...until the hail stopped us in our tracks!

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Rain, Rain Go Away

“Welcome to Seattle!”  “Rain, rain, go away…”  “Will it ever stop?”  The questions, comments and frustrations have echoed through our state and community for over a week.  Most outdoor activity has come to a halt and rain boots and slickers are selling off the racks.  Local weather forecasters promise that by the time you read this article the sky will be sunny and the temperatures in the high 60’s to low 70’s.  Let’s hope they’re correct.

As flooding continues in much of our state, there will be ample opportunities to support our fellow Montanans.  Just take a quick walk around town and you will find someone talking about the flood of ’64.  The memories, while devastating, always end with stories of neighbors helping each other out through that tough time.    Similar opportunities to aid those in need this year will spring up and create new stories to share with the next generation. 

Closer to home and much less dire, these days of rain have caused normally manicured yards to more closely resemble that of vacant lots devoid of even the least bit of care.  Side roads are flooded and rural driveways are thick with muddy gumbo. 

The constant drizzle has forced my over-grown potted vegetables to remain nestled against the house gingerly protected from the driving wind and wetness. And, of course, the white linoleum in the kitchen has been a constant shade of mud boot gray.    

The kids have enjoyed puddle hopping in parking lots and testing the depth protection of their latest rain boots. While I feel for the teachers who have to entertain during indoor recess and reschedule outdoor field trips, these cloudy days sure make us appreciate even a few hours of sunshine.   

And, while too much rain can certainly damage infrastructure and ruin one’s plans for abundant crops, there is always a silver lining behind those ominous clouds.  Winter wheat is well on its way swaying in thick green waves.  The well soaked earth makes for messy, yet thorough and efficient, weeding..  The cold weather veggies will have record growth once the sunshine returns and maybe, just maybe, the effects of a long drought will be quelled.   

People joke about our Montana weather, but in truth, it’s no joke.  We never know what will be coming our way. All we can do is accept it and learn from it.  I have certainly learned that Seattle will never be on my relocation list.  I have also learned that constantly mopping up muddy floors is not my highest priority. 

As English writer, John Ruskin puts it, “Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.”  Now that’s a Montana perspective.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Sunshine and Homemade Fun

It has been unusually rainy this past week.  Actually, the ground is completely waterlogged and is causing the mountain snow to cascade out of the hills and into the plains.  Flooding is rampant (thankfully not in our area) and we're schedule for at least one more day of a steady drizzle. 

But yesterday afternoon the sun came out and so did the kids!  Springtime in the country is magical...




Lovin' on those new chicks

Digging for worms to feed the chickens

Yep, that's a chick on a scooter

My boy at 10

My 7 year old!

A little late afternoon nap in the sun...we really appreciate warm temps this year!


That's all folks!  Now its clouding up again....rain, rain, go away...

Monday, May 23, 2011

Life in the Fast Lane


I remember a few years back when I said out loud to myself, “I’d have loved to be a homesteader.”  With romantic visions of quiet evenings by the fire and livin’ off the land simplicity, I now realize that homesteaders were incredibly hardworking, brave and probably just a bit crazy to move to new territory and make a home. 

Here I am living in rural Montana on about 2 ½ acres in a modern home with modern amenities and modern engine capabilities and let me tell you, spring is the season to WORK.  As if running kids to ball practice and keeping up with homework wasn’t enough, this is the time to be planting the garden, pulling the weeds and, yes, I brought this on myself, raising chirping little chickens.
That's us overlooking our small town


For some reason, this spring seems a little on the out of control side.  Daniel, now 10, is a huge help around the house and becoming quite the responsible young man and Taylor, who turns 7 tomorrow, still thinks most “chores” are fun….but no matter how I plan…the days are just plain busy from dawn to dusk. 

A few things that keep us busy (with more pointed posts to come!)
Piano Recitals (that's Taylor over the adults left shoulder)

Track Meet- check out the mountains in the background

Baseball

Garden (notice the protective milk jugs for cold nights)

Big Chickens (6)

Little Chickens (28)

Keeping chicks safe with the kids

Protecting Raspberries and strawberries from deer           


 Yep its that busy time of year!  but boy is it all worth it!

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Don't Fence Me In


Children and sandboxes go hand in hand.  It doesn’t matter if it is a green, plastic turtle shaped box full of store bought sand or an abandoned corner of the yard void of grass.  Some of life’s best building skills are first honed outdoors in the sand.

Growing up near St. Augustine Beach in northeastern Florida, I was blessed with endless expanses of sand, plenty of salty beach water and beach bags full of buckets and cups shaped like starfish, castle bricks and moat walls.  It didn’t take long to figure out that the walls had to be strong enough to stave off the incoming tide and the moat deep enough to contain that occasional stray wave.  

These days I find myself utilizing those building skills against other creatures of nature.  Sand has been traded for chicken wire and buckets for hammers, t-posts and top wire. My culprits, while no less determined than the incoming waves, are now disguised with fur.  They are cute, four legged creatures that lure me with their big brown eyes into believing that they are innocent of all charges. 

But the evidence is damning.  Flowers, once showing the promise of spring are now munched down to the nub.  Rhubarb leaves, poisonous to humans, apparently serve as the perfect appetizer for the health conscious four legged connoisseurs.     And, most surprisingly, even the prickly stems of raspberry bushes are worth the occasional meal on the go between river bottom and bedding area.
We're even fencing in chickens


Yes, folks, I’ve joined in the battle against the deer.  Take a peek into my backyard and you will see permanent, portable and electric fencing.  No skilled warrior would go into battle without a full arsenal of weapons.  The first line of defense, a low chain link fence, serves as little more than an exercise facility for these graceful jumpers.  They have crossed this fence so many times that the tops are curved over in highway like fashion as some sections are curved inward and some outward depending on the travel direction. 

Seasonal plants are protected by the next line of defense:  removable chicken wire cages.  This step is all about the timing.  Similar to my anticipation of that first spring asparagus, the deer lurk behind the trees awaiting the first tender shoots of raspberries, bulbs and perennials. 

The most sensitive areas, such as my vegetable garden, are surrounded by 7 foot fences.  While it is not the most aesthetically pleasing solution, it ensures food on the table come fall and winter.  And while this fence protects the majority of the meandering vegetables, the vining ones sometimes outgrow their confines, amble out into the yard and promptly become a main course. 
New Raspberry Fence in the distance


Battling nature is something that most of us do at some point in our lives.  Little did we know that building sandcastles was preparing us for years of keeping critters out of our yards or teaching us patience as we await that “wave” of life giving moisture.  We are more prepared for the battles of life, the disappointments when the walls come tumbling down, or in my case, when the deer come looking for a cheap buffet.


Monday, May 9, 2011

Blessed to be a Mom

Mothers Day was simply wonderful.  At church we celebrated with 4 heartfelt confirmands who eloquently prrofessed their faith before our congregation.  Then we were off for a mother's Day drive, south through Augusta, into Dearborn Canyon and then on to Craig where we at at Izaacs.  what a gift to be called "Mom."

Brad and Patti, my wonderful in-laws

The ones who made me a MOM

the Dearborn River

Augusta's Haystack Butte

What a spectacular place in which we are blessed to live

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Preparing for Jesus

One of the joys that I have found being a member of the  Lutheran Church is the genuine focus on Christ during Lent which then culminates in a variety of Holy Week happenings.  Palm Sunday brings joy and excitement as we "welcome" Christ into our midst shouting "Hosana, Hosana, Hosana in the Highest" and waving our palms.  The awe that we feel at the majesty of Christ's return to the Holy City of Jerusalem is then dimmed by the "double dipping" of Judas into the bowl with Jesus.  "Is it me?" is the theme for Maunday Thurday (meaning mandate) and it brings with it a holy awareness of Christ's work through Holy Communion.  It is also a night when we realize that Judas was not the only one to betray Jesus....for we do it almost every day.  The realization of the magnitude of Jesus' gift to us on the cross on Good Friday absolutely makes the JOY of Easter REAL.

In preparation for that joyous day of Christ's resurrection our family was busy cooking, cleaning, and primping!  Enjoy!
Look at that loot!

Dying Easter Eggs


Makin' sure those toes are shiny for Jesus

What a great Dad

Sunset on the Eve of the Resurrection

Filling for the Daniel's Lemon Pie

Muffins for Easter Breakfast at Church

Looking to the pine trees for a little green