Traditions: Pumpkin Patch

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Year Two:307806_879709193820_583087261_nYear Three:

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1069290_10100668462423000_2099827825_nYear Five:

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Also, somehow our three kids (we always pumpkin patch with the same sweet families who have been there through thick and thin, pregnancies, pregnancy scares, and all the booze and popcorn fueled playdates you can imagine) turned into seven over these years.

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abundance.

Our little home has given us quite a lot. Room to grow, security, fresh inspiration, roots, and most recently; an endless bounty of foraging fun. We have blue berries, strawberries, mint, rosemary, apples, grapes, and some fruit we can’t quite figure out. . . .looks like a huge cherry tastes like a tiny peach?

Regardless. I am feeling the love for our little home today. 10492116_10100993583832090_875959782473656188_n

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{also, that little mudroom bench is one of my favorite reclaimed pieces Charlie has made.

It is just so soft and worn, perfect fit, and holds tiny feet with tired bodies with so much ease.}

Full.

 

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I used to think that fulfillment was found in only the usual spaces. The paycheck with my name on it, the pat on the back from a superior, the scale moving downward, and the compliments from strangers. It was a small definition and one without much depth.

I grew a little and found fulfillment in consistent alone time with God, in meeting Him at 6am, on the dot and without fail. In being at church on the right days, with the right people, at the right time. But that was weak and small, that was habit and religion, not fulfillment and relationship. That was another definition that was little and without growth.

Lately I’ve noticed fullfillment shifting, new every day. It those deep baby sighs as they fall asleep in my arms, full. In hands plunged deep in the sink of hot water washing the film from a meal I made with my hands, full. I am finding it in reading to Nolie, endlessly, full. In spelling out words, counting up high, singing without ceasing, and prayers on my lips all the time, full. Thanks Full. His gifts, so full. A constant conversation with my God, not a stranger, feeling Full.

I have been doing the work, or rather letting it happen, that I am not aching for Full to come in the form of a check, habit, number, or accolade. But I am noticing Fullness, fulfillment, and Him. Everywhere.

In bubbles blown high off the back deck, in a freshly cleaned kitchen, in burping a newborn, in a rearranged living room, in a nearly all homemade renovation, plunging into the cold lake, in hands callused and held tight for ten years, in my girls bright eyes, in new words learned from lips and pencils.

The definition is growing, expanding, exploding. And it’s unending.

Thankful.

It’s been a hard day. But the thing that always pulls me back is thankfulness for the moments.

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Independent play. Listening to her describe her dreamy world around her and talk to the drawings she creates.

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raising women.

Ever just get chills when you look at those beautiful big eyed babies? See them speak with love, interact without shame, and love with zero abandon; The hairs on my arm stand tall as I see them walk taller. And I know. This is holy work. This is it. These girls are gonna change the world. And I can’t even fathom in what huge ways their love with shape people. Will change broken hearts. Will rock this town as we know it. This world as we know it.

The little powerhouse firecrackers who live in this home are gonna do some big, big, things.

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Five things on my mind. . .

1. Swim Suits. I took this picture a couple months ago and am in love with this style suit. But I need to find a way to make it more supportive (heyo nursing boobs!) and was thinking of cutting the straps to make it a halter (currently crosses in the back) but am scared of ruining it :/ But then I found this post (heyo beach body!) and now I just want to make myself a swim suit. I’m in love! Seems like a good birthday present to yourself, yeh?

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And, yep, I just posted that. Because it’s my beach body, and I like it. I’m done ‘coming to terms’ with  my  body and into just liking it now.

2. SPRING TIME FOR THE MOTHER LOVE SHOW UP NOW. Okay, I’m not one to wish away the rainy months but after a snowy move, a week of sickness, and weeks of packing before that. . . we are ready to get out! explore! run! play! exercise! instead I feel like a cozy tired sloth. Looking at the photos on this blog, while I could never be a constant heat dweller, make me ache for gardens and sun soaked days. Ohhhhh come on PNW, turn up the heat!

3. Why didn’t I make an art corner sooner?! I’ll be posting more about this, because it has been amazing. Like, non stop creating and crafting and exploring and learning and WONDERFUL!

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4. Dates. I want to get some writing down about marriage, marriage maintenance (doesn’t that sound romantic?) and how we do our best connecting even with the hubbub of life right now. But I always question if that is of interest to anyone or if it’s just such a personal thing that hearing about others’ experiences is pointless. Would you want to read about marriage? Or is that kinda…. drab?

5. All the hope projects. Like, they just swirl and swirl and swirl.. a bench there! a black wall there! a pink bookshelf mounted up there?! alluvit. Homeowners? Do those thoughts ever stop? I think I could think up insane DIY projects for the next fifty years, at least.

okay, one more, 6. I’m obsessed with rugs. This house has no carpeting so we want to cozy up lots of spaces. And, here are a couple I am aching for.

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Swoony love for this one and this one too. Wish they came in bigger than 4×6!

OH OR THIS ONE !

Little Dream Home- Girls Room

So, we’re still in the midst of “maybe we got it?” and “maybe it will all fall through. . . ” with this little dream home of ours. So instead of being radio silent, not letting it out, and keeping all the dreams in my composition notebook. I’m just going to let my dreams go wild and post it all on here. I’ll be heartbroken if we lose this house, but trust that it’s this or something better. I truly do. But I also feel so heartpullovestrong that this little home will be ours one day.

So, in typical me fashion, I’m designing each room and making endless lists with itemized budgets and where to buy each and every light fixture of my dreams. OMG. I love light fixtures.

So I am going to go through and post some of my inspiration for each room, I think it will be so exciting to look back (in, like, ten years when we actually finish this stuff!) and see where the vision ended up.

The girls room is currently a big open space, no closet yet, and two huge windows with gorgeous moulding. The whole house has amazing tall ceilings and their room is especially bright and welcoming. Right now it’s a deep red wine color that is pretty but a little dark for a shared space that needs to feel bright and airy for play.

Here’s some of what I”m scheming. . .

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I’m loving this rug and colors from Cost Plus World Market!hensvik-wardrobe__65574_PE177068_S4A couple of these would be 1. DARLING and 2. So convenient. Nolie and Ever would both love (love love) to have their own little wardrobes and these are a steal at Ikea.

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I mean. Right? Romantic, so darling, cottage’y, and doesn’t every little kid want an instafort for their bed?


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One wall is PERFECT as an accent wall. I haven’t decided yet between bold stripes or a chair rail with a color (or chalk?) under and polka dots up top. In fact, I’m kinda toying with polka dots as a theme across the board. and if so. . .

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That rug and those curtains would both be cute ‘wink and a nod’ to polkadots without going all the way.

I’m in love. Send me all your kid room pins. Cause I’m in deep.

Glad List

a whole slew of matching smiles

bright, bright, bright

hiking with the little ladies

sore muscles and sun covered cheeks

Ever learning to twirl

Nolie recognizing and sounding out a new word; Papa

He is kinda the hero of all of the ladies of the house.

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This fresh Summer sun is perfectly timed. Charlie’s new job is in full swing and we are adjusting in fits and spurts. He loves it and is delirious with meeting new people, new skill sets to acquire, and so much more socializing than he is used to. I am growing into a full time mom, no real breaks during the day- not of the ‘pop by’ variety or the phone/text style that I had become accustomed to. This, on the surface, seems like it would be all lame. But so far I am feeling pretty epically proud of myself. I am rising above my “I can’t take another minute!” feelings, calling out in faith for a moments more patience. And He is giving it. Well, really, He is pouring it on me in a huge bath of love.

This past week had some significantly hard moments. But overall, what I take from it, what I remember, what is etched forefront? Just a whole lot of Happiness and glad that is seeping out of every little moment.

 

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Also, my most unexpected Glad List addition.

Co-sleeping. It is really blessing my heart, my life, and my baby.

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Advent (or, the biggest exercise in delayed gratification a toddler could be asked to endure)

 I decided to invest a little money and time (really, though, it was only about an hour) into making an Advent Calendar that we can use again and again. We will hang these glittery boards each Christmas Season and count down the days with glee.

First I lay out each of the clothes pins on my two boards. Charlie would have measure then, I didn’t, they still turned out darling. I hot glued each one in place.

Then I added elmers to the tops of the clothes pins and Nolie added the glitter.

 

Then I worked on making my list and plans for our advent days. And then using glitter and a bunch of cute cards and bags we had laying around, we made our advent calendar!

Nolie helped to brainstorm ideas, and I am really happy with how it turned out. We had to hang it up HIGH so that the little gifts and cards aren’t reachable for little hands, but I think that this will be a really exciting way for us to celebrate the season.

Some of the days on our advent include;

big family breakfast to talk about what grace and advent mean

a winter walk to collect pine cones, leaves, rocks, and other exciting winter treasures

walking to the donut shop and picking out a sprinkle donut

making Christmas cookies to deliver to a friend

jingle bells and puff balls that are ready to thread onto a festive necklace

a date with Papa

a family trip to Menchies

some little wooden letters to decorate

picking up coffee and cocoa to deliver to a friend who could use a boost

gingerbread house making

and, of course, reading The Christmas Story

 

thankful interruption {nineteen}

Those days when it just overwhelms. The out serving. The glances over the tops of tiny blonde heads that crawl and bob between us. The huge fill up of love, closeness, covenant, chosen, just the right love. Today I am thankful for my everyday husband. That these feelings aren’t rare. That his loving actions don’t surprise, they supply the scaffolding for our hearts to keep climbing. Charlie, you are it. Thank you so much.