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Thursday, June 30, 2011

How Do You Measure a Year?

1 year


4 seasons


12 months


52 weeks


365 days


8,760 hours


525,600 minutes


31,536,000 seconds


And how it flies. . . .


6/29/2010

The Little Guy turned one yesterday.  ONE!  What a year it has been. . .  I never knew that my heart could love so much.  There are so many things I could write about this first year of his life, but the most important thing is that we took time to enjoy it.  Every single minute of it. 

We measured his year through photographs, and I took a few minutes to flip back through all of them this morning.  It is amazing to watch your child grow right before your eyes, reliving moments from the past 365 days.  It reminds me of how very blessed we are.  And how very far we have come. . .


4 months

9 months

11 months

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,

Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life? 
How about love?
 Measure in love 

Seasons of love. 
(Johnathan Larson, 1996)

We love you, Little Guy!  And look forward to many, many more Seasons of Love with you!

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Into The Great, Wide Open

Ahhhh. . . .

The joys of the great outdoors. . . The cool temperatures of the mountains, children that run free and sleep well, gazing at all of God's creation, the smell of campfire in my hair. . .  okay, that last one I could do without.

We spent our weekend in the NC Mountains and enjoyed every minute of it.  There is something about camping and the mountains that just soothes my soul. It is my therapy, my medication.  Sometimes we just need to get away from the busy-ness of life and slow down to realize just how blessed we really are.

For the Reporter's sixth birthday, we decided to give the gift of experiences.  We let this book be our guide to choosing experiences and locations.  Our extended family had a great time choosing outings to lighthouses, conservation centers, museums. . . but the hubby and I wanted to take her to the place that we love best--the mountains.  When a friend suggested a family camping weekend, we thought this would be the perfect opportunity to give her our "gift"!  Our goal was to visit a waterfall, a swimming hole, and caverns. . .

We chose to camp at a small, private Campground close to Linville Falls with the hopes of hitting all 3 spots over the weekend.  I must take a minute to highly recommend this campground.  The Linville Falls Trailer Lodge and Campground was one of the cleanest, best maintained campgrounds I have ever visited ( and I camped across the country for a full month of my life in college).  The owners live on-site and have thought of every thing you need!  They have a wonderful camp store full of goodies you may have forgotten--s'mores makings included!  The bathrooms were cleaned daily and the showers were fabulous!  I cannot say enough good things about this campground!

We arrived Friday evening along with 3 other families and got right to work setting up camp.  8 adults and 7 kids (5 under age 6) require quite a bit of gear!

The Little Guy wanted to help put up the tent and I immediately remembered trying to camp with The Reporter before she was walking--ugh.  Camping with a crawler is messy and challenging--especially a curious little boy!  But I relaxed, threw a tarp on the ground, and let him get dirty crawling around, chasing the other kids!

Saturday was started off with a trip to Linville Falls to see magnificent waterfalls, hike a bit with the kids, and enjoy nature.  However, the kids all wanted to stick their feet in the water (a no-no at Linville), so our fearless leader told the group of a "secret" waterfall about 30 minutes away which included an 50 foot waterfall and a swimming hole! (Check another site off our list!)  After a quick lunch of Chicken Spedies, everyone suited up for our trip to Elk River Falls.

We did a little of this. . . 


Some of this. . . 


And the hubby even swam in the BIG swimming Hole!
I scaled a rock to get this shot!
We ended the day with hot dogs and s'mores over the fire.


Sunday morning was filled with yummy camp breakfast and a trip to the great grassy play area while camp was cleaned up.  There is nothing I love more than kids running wild and free.



All in all, a perfect weekend.  No caverns this visit--but we WILL be back!



“I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in tune once more.” – John Burroughs

Friday, June 24, 2011

Friday Finds!

Happy, Happy Friday!  Here are a few Fun Friday Finds to inspire your weekend plans!  Did you know that Saturday night is the Great American Backyard Campout!?  We are headed west with a pack of friends to celebrate the great outdoors with our little ones!

So grab your sleeping bag and grilling fork and GET OUTSIDE!!

www.loveitalot.com 

pinterest.com

http://crepesofwrath.net/2008/08/21/smore-cookie-bars/



http://www.positivelysplendid.com

From theberry.com


Happy Weekending! 




Wednesday, June 22, 2011

With This Ring. . .

10 years ago tonight I lay sleepless in my bed, preparing for one of the biggest days of my life. . . my wedding day.  As I look back on the past decade, I am overwhelmed with love and can truly say that God knew just what I needed in a husband.  He is my rock, my partner, my constant companion, my best friend. . .

Over the past decade we have endured loss and heartache, celebrated successes and  achievement, and shared laughter and tears.  We have survived a long-distance marriage, job changes, and financial stresses.  We have learned to support one another through tragedy and triumph and have provided constant encouragement to one another to pursue our dreams.

We aren't perfect and we don't have a perfect marriage.  But we have love and endurance and faith and patience. . .And we can be perfectly imperfect together.

Cheers to 10 wonderfully loving years, and here's to forever.  Love you. . .

June 23, 2001

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Summer Reading

You know you've read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.  ~Paul Sweeney

I love reading. I have always been a voracious reader with the ability to sit and devour a book in a single session, if I have the time.   When I was a kid, we would often make a trip to a large shopping mall about 30 minutes away.  Each trip would allow me to spend a little of my own money on an item of my choosing.  Did I choose clothes, jewelry, or candy?  Nope.  I chose books.  I always made the bookstore our last stop on the shopping trip so I could race out to the car, get settled in for the drive home and dive right into my book.  I could often finish a short chapter book between the Mall exit and my front door. Even now, I have been known to stay up all night to complete a novel.  The hubby has come home from night shift more than once to find me asleep with my glasses on and a book on my lap, or crying my eyes out over the ending of a sappy romance novel by Mr. Sparks.  

 A good book is like a good knitting project--you want to read/knit quickly to get to the end and find out what happens/what it looks like, but once it is finished you feel a little sad and just want it to last forever!

In an effort to lessen the let-down of finishing a book, I usually have 4 or 5 books going at a time-- A little non-fiction here, a parenting guide there, a little chick-lit, and a health and sports book. The hubby doesn't understand it. He wonders why I don't get confused because I can put one down and pick up another mid-page. I can't explain it. I guess I need more than one genre at a time to keep my mind engaged.  He did however, display his full-support of this habit by purchasing a Nook Color for me as a (BIG) surprise Christmas gift!  It make juggling all those different books so much easier! 

When The Reporter was a preschooler, I was sure that my reading obsession had rubbed off on her.  She loved books and being read to.  She had memorized all the words to The Cat in the Hat at age 3 and would sit in her little chair and read all evening.  I dreamed of the day that we could sit side by side on the beach and lose ourselves in the world of literature.  I imagined nights cuddled in her bed reading Little House on the Prairie and Ramona and Beezus.  

This dream came to a screeching halt when she entered Kindergarten.  Suddenly, reading became something she HAD to do each day, and in her mind that was not fun.  Sure, she read.  She made progress throughout the school year, learning high frequency words and increasing her reading level.  However, she still protested when I suggested reading anything "extra" in the evening.  

I was crushed.  She was supposed to be my reading buddy--My cuddle under the covers bookworm.  I was going to teach her how to sneak the flashlight under her pillow so she could read after I tucked her in at night, just as I had done as a child.  However, she wasn't interested.  I felt like a failure.  I thought I had done something to turn her away from reading for pleasure.  

As an educator, I know the importance of summer reading to maintain skills when school is out of session.  But as a reader, I look forward to the lazy days of summer to allow for more time to relax and read.  Summer reading is always better, right?  No distractions of work-related books, sandy beaches to sit on, early morning reading on the porch with a cup of coffee. . .I wanted my child to enjoy this reading freedom and look forward to it just as I do each year.  We needed a plan to make reading enticing.

On the way to school one morning, I asked The Reporter what she thought about reading during the summer. Her enthusiasm was underwhelming.  I told her that we needed to have a challenge--how many books could she read this summer!!?  She perked up!  We decided together that a boring old piece of paper listing her completed books would not suffice, so she suggested a paper chain!  She would write the name of each book she read on the back of the paper, chain them together and display it for the world to see!  I was giddy with excitement and couldn't wait for summer to begin!

As soon as we returned from the beach, we set up "Summer Central"--our crafting table and book recording station:











We used my new rotary cutter and mat to cut strips of scrapbooking paper to record her book titles:


And she sat right down and read a few. . .


As of tonight, we have six (SIX!!) loops on our paper chain. One for each book or chapter of a book that she has read since Saturday.  I am a proud mama.  Not only does she read the books, but she is ASKING to read and that is a big step for her! We are even partner reading some chapter books on the Nook (Hint: You can increase the font size to display less words per page and make it look easy!) and are part of a summer book/movie club!  

Only time will tell if we will share books, just as my mother and I do.  But for now, I am satisfied with her excitement and determination to read. . . .


The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books.~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Sunday, June 19, 2011

A Hidden Treasure!

Our Father's Day started with two cuddly kiddos itching for Daddy to wake from his slumber.  Unfortunately, night shift is upon us, so they had to wait extra long to smother daddy with hugs, kisses and giggles.  While we waited for Daddy to wake, we prepared a yummy brunch!

The Reporter mixed up some Monkey Bread Mix. . .
(Thanks to an end of the year Teacher gift!)
I cooked up some fresh Sausage from our Friends at Quarter Creek Farm!
While the coffee was brewing and the monkey bread was rising, the Reporter snuck off and made a Father's Day gift of her own!  Be still my heart!

"Best Dad Award: Riding Speedy (our tractor/lawnmower) and watching TV"


Soon, Daddy was up, so we were able to shower him with kisses, a homemade card and a new popcorn popper! We made the card yesterday, along with one for my dad.  The inspiration came from here.

"We love you" is my dad's card (grandandy)
"We think U R" is the hubby's
We Love you. . . .

We think U R. . . .



After brunch, I got a crazy idea to explore more in our "old" house by pulling up the corner of the carpet in The Little Guy's room. . .
Yuck! Carpet!
And found this. . .
Our Hidden Treasure!!

We worked for a couple of hours--my poor hubby working hard on Father's day!--pulling up staples, rolling up carpet, vacuuming up dust, and mopping.  Just a few hours later, and. . .
We had this!  I found this rug on clearance at Lowe's last week and sent the hubby to get it before we left for the beach with plans to pull up the carpet at some point this summer! I am so pleased with the result.  Sure, the floors could use a little sanding, staining and a coat of sealer, but for now, they are lovely! I have already been pulling up carpet corners in other rooms and have spied some more hidden treasures--stay tuned!

After all that hard work, the hubby deserved a yummy treat. . . Ginger-Peach Crisp!  Yum!

 
This "healthy" dessert, baked in individual ramekins, includes flax seed, wheat germ, fresh organic peaches, Earth Balance butter, oats, Anna's ginger thins and whole wheat flour.  Topped with Coconut milk ice cream and it is an almost-vegan delight! I just hope I can remember how I made it so we can recreate it tomorrow night!

All in all, a fun-filled Father's Day to celebrate one of the best Dads around!!  










My Hero

Many bloggers are sitting in front of their monitors writing tributes to their Fathers today.  They may call their father a hero for a myriad of reasons.  Perhaps they reference their formative years and all of the things their father taught them—how to ride a bike, do a cannonball, tie a knot.  They may reflect on life decisions when their father offered advice that set them on the right path—choosing a college, a mate, the right car or job.  Wedding days and births of babies may be mentioned, as these lend themselves to great blog material as one walks down memory lane on Father’s Day.  

I could drone on and on about all of those things and more, as my daddy is a fixture in my life.  I could tell you about the hot August day when I learned to lay floors for the second story of the house that my father built for our family.  I could tell you about hiking along five miles of the Appalachian Trail together—five miles that would later change his life, as he hiked them again on his thru-hike from Maine to Georgia last summer.  I could tell you about my wedding day when he couldn’t take his sunglasses off until it was time to walk me down the aisle because of his red, weepy eyes.  And I could tell you about his “surprise” trip home from his epic Trail Journey, that he planned for months, so that he could be present for the birth of my son last year. 


Oh yes, I could certainly go on and on and on about my daddy.  He is an incredible man and I am lucky to call him mine and have him in my life.  But a few other people are lucky to have him around, as well. 
You see, a couple of weeks ago, my daddy saved a life.  Since I can’t relay the entire story as he can, you can read more about that here.  I have read this story a few times now, just to let it sink in.  Saved a life.  Yes.  Him.  He did.  But guess what.  It wasn’t the first time. 


You see, when I was a kid, my dad was on the local news for saving a young child from an apartment fire.  As a firefighter, he was often called upon to act quickly and in emergency situations.  He was a hero to many in his years of service, and I am sure there are a great many people who are thankful for his role in their lives, no matter how great or small.


We are certainly blessed, my brother and I, to have such a fine role model.  He is someone who gives to so many—he has been a teacher, a firefighter, a scoutmaster, a "grandandy".  He has overcome obstacles—a serious bicycle accident left him with 3 compressed vertebrae, but a helmet saved his life. He still rides. . .and runs. . .  and hikes. . . and  pushes a jog stroller like a pro!  The unconditional love that he shows for his family, especially his grandchildren, is an example that I strive to follow each day. 



My daddy IS a local hero to many, but he is my personal hero and I am so blessed to have him as part of my life.  

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Curb Appeal

We are approaching our sixth anniversary of living in our current home.  When we decided to move “home” six years ago, we were lucky to be able to move into the house that my grandparents spent almost all of their married lives in.  Our house was built in the late 1940s, section by section, as my grandparents could afford to add on.  When we moved in, we followed a single male renter that moved in after both of my grandparents passed away following years of failing health (both mentally and physically).  Needless to say, our house was in need of some major L-O-V-E.  For the first few years, we tackled the inside to make the main rooms more aesthetically pleasing on our tight budget—we still owned our previous house and had a new baby—in other words, I did A LOT of painting!  Over time, and once our other house FINALLY sold, we were able to tackle bigger projects—plumbing, new siding, new windows, the addition of a walk-in closet etc.  Recently our kitchen floor suffered major water damage and had to be replaced. 
The leak is discovered. . . .
The hubby scraped up 3 layers of old flooring!

Layers of old flooring were removed and new tile went down.  The change was dramatically wonderful!


Through all of these upgrades, there was one spot that I continued to neglect. . .the front porch.  

You see, we are a “backdoor guests are best” kind of house, as our carport “directs” visitors to our side door.  We rarely used the front door, let alone sat on the front porch.  Really, the space was an embarrassment to me.  I had two lovely wicker rockers, but the cushions had faded.  We had a pint sized rocker for The Reporter, but it was covered in spider webs.  The ceiling was a mess, the floor was peeling, and a bare light bulb dangled above as if to light the scene from a horror movie.  I called it the “scary porch”.  But this season, I was determined to change that. So when the hubby went out of town a few weeks ago, I attacked the porch. 

I started by repainting the ceiling—did you know that southern front porch ceilings are to be painted blue, so that you always have a blue sky overhead? I followed that by using an epoxy on the floor and steps. I took The Reporter shopping and she picked this rug for inspiration:

Once we had our color scheme, we had fun choosing cushions, repainting the little rocker, stamping and sewing pillows, finding accessories, and repainting flower pots!
New Cushions, hand-stamped pillows, and a fern from my neighbor nestled in an old washtub that my grandpa used to wash dishes in!

The old school desk I played in as a kid!


Rocker with a fresh coat of paint!

The "Scary Porch" is not so scary anymore.  It is actually kind of cute!
Sweet hubby even hung my new porch light I scored at the Hospice Thrift shop ($4)!

Now, if we could just do something about these front beds. . . . .


Friday, June 17, 2011

Friday Finds!

As I have mentioned previously, I love the internet!  I get some of my best ideas from the World Wide Web!  Here are some great Friday Finds to inspire you, too! Some of these great ideas will be making their appearance at my house, SOON. . . .

Fun things to make:

Glow-stick Bowling from Parents.com!

Sprinkler made from PVC!  I am SO making this for the Reporter to drive her bike through!

Glow Paint in Jars for Summer Evening Fun!


Fun things to eat and drink:
Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Brownies? Yes, please!



Summer vacation has officially begun around here and we are going to make the most of it!  How about you?