Quite a bash was number *8* !

It was a marathon day that started with a sweet cousin gift opening time, then a family cheering section at Sam's first soccer game of the season, then big kid time with Auntie Shanyn and Uncle Tim at the nature center while the rest of us zoomed around getting ready for the party! It was a sock monkey theme, lots of family and new friends (I took no pictures of the grown ups- boo!), outdoor games and fun had by all. Then we had hot dog roasting with the fam, and all fell into bed. Thankful for such wonderful family, friends and neighbors to celebrate with and for all of their help with the party!  I am one mama who readily admits that it takes a village to throw a birthday party...at least when I'm in charge of it:) Sure missed all of the fam who couldn't be here and our dear SLC friends. Happy Birthday to our amazing, sweet, fun Sam and Amelia!!

Birthday letters to follow!! Jen

Comparison. It seriously steals the joy.

Theodore Roosevelt said, "Comparison is the thief of joy." 

And just think, he didn't have blogs, or Facebook, or Instagram to contend with! I mean, whatever you are into, you can find thousands of pictures of people who seemingly are doing life in the way you long to. For me, it's usually pictures of Waldorf or Charlotte Mason homeschoolers, or homesteads, or mamas with many children who not only dress themselves in a hip way, but ALL of their children, or mamas writing/speaking/ inspiring AND loving their families well. Of course, we know in our heads that NO one has it all together, and there is pain found in every human story...but slowly the discontent slips in, the feeling that somehow we are not enough. That, my friend, is when you need a break from social media (for me, FB and IG). It's why I am currently on a fast from both. It's not my friends who make me feel this way-- friends I lived or have lived life with, anyway. Because I know their stories and realities and have rejoiced with them and grieved with them. It's the women who I have never met or don't know their every day, whose life snapshots are inspiring and yet so distracting. Because it takes my focus off of my real life, those who are all around me, ready to be loved and to love me. 

Today, I just had this overwhelming feeling of contentment that kept washing over me. On the country roads driving home from a farm store we visited. Listening to the kids chatter in the van. Looking up at the stars as we unloaded flowers to plant tonight.  Finishing a read aloud that affected all of us deeply. Delighting in teeny little toes sticking out of the bubble bath water. I think those feelings of contentment popping up and sweeping over me more often, are a direct result of me being more present in my owl reality. There is beauty all around. I mean right this second. I'm afraid we are missing it, this generation of ours.Our necks are strained from looking down at our phones, from looking at the beauty in the lives of others instead of the beauty in our own.

I don't like to be bossy, but if your heart aches when you look at social media, would you consider joining me? Like a wise friend told me, it doesn't have to be forever. But there is so much life to be truly lived, that it might just need to be for me.

May our hearts be ever growing in gratitude, and not aching with discontent, 

Jen

The sweetest moments...

Such a fun weekend with my big brother, Robin and Lucy here with us! There was a crazy Easter egg hunt with eggs being dropped from a helicopter(!) at the church down the road, books read, a hunt for their baskets this morning, church where we were welcomed by new and old friends, Easter lunch and dinner hosted by our gracious neighbors, and lots of play!! Oh, and I finally made hot cross buns on Good Friday!

But, even with all the fun of having them here with us on a holiday, the sweetest moments for me are these...the ones where I just catch our littles living life with their Auntie and Uncle and cousin.

Jubilee, tired after a big day with only a little nap, needing a little love.

And Ollie, loving to watch his Auntie Robin spin a wooden top on the kitchen floor.

Thank you guys for loving our family so well! What a gift spending time with our family is. Mwah! 

Jen

He is Risen!

Moving comes with hard transitions, a sense of loss, and a lot of work (both inward and outward). But I'm also finding that it brings newness, a shedding of the old (both inward and outward), a chance to bloom anew. So, Easter hits home in a new way this year. He has risen and is alive and wants to do the dirty work of making us new! Not much more hopeful than that and I just feel extra thankful for it this year. 

Went with a friend and her seven cuties this morning and took some Easter pictures. Here is a sample of my faves. You can see the rest by clicking on the "Click here to see our pictures" link. :) 

Spring has sprung!

It's all fun and games until they realize they have to get hosed down before a warm bath! 😳 Still, I think that squishy mud might just be worth it! 

In other news, so much fun having my mom a few hours away. Loved spending the weekend with you, mama! Jen

Little snippets.

(Just realized this didn't publish from about a month ago, so posting it now:)

97 year old GG: " You're such a good girl, honey. I bet your parents don't even have to get after you."

Amelia: " No, I'm just really good around old people." 

Then they both cracked up, and Joel captured the moment and it's one I my favorite pictures ever. ❤️

Another one I love from this weekend in Houston, is of my Papa and Ollie. They have a soft spot for each other, and as dad pointed out to me, are the youngest and oldest on my side of our family. Love you, Papa!

That's all for now. We are home safe, and are snuggled in bed early on this freezing cold night! I just finished reading this gem of a library book (if you like this homesteading/ farm dreaming sort of genre I recommend it), 

and am going to fish around for another book and jump back under the covers (and yes, our house has a very efficient heater, but Joel doesn't believe in turning it up❄️⛄️). 

Jen

Little gymnast and a visit from Mammy.

My mama is here for the weekend (hurray!), and came to watch Jubilee's gymnastics class today. She took some cute pictures (it's a "mommy and me" class, so I'm with her) that I'm happy to have for memory sake. 

Those of you who know Jubilee know that she's a little spitfire, and she had never done any sort of class so I wasn't sure how she would do taking directions from a coach,etc. Turns out she loves it and does just fine with instruction, especially when we go to class on Saturday mornings when the gym is quiet. It's been fun to do something with just the two of us also! I know I'm the mama, but I think she's the cutest little gymnast that ever was:) 

This afternoon these two crafty girls worked on a fun project together- a little fairy doll kit mom picked up today at Hobby Lobby. 

I love that her grandmas (and sweet neighbors and friends) encourage and assist in her artsy crafty love! 

All for now, Jen

Sometimes homeschool "successes" are hard to identify, especially if you aren't using a box curriculum or tests, etcetera. So, I really want to be faithful to record afternoons like yesterday, to encourage myself (and any of you in the journey) as I look back.

Our read aloud right now is Understood Betsy. Oh my goodness, we are loving it! It's one of those stories that just sinks into you- the best kind. Even Jubilee, who listens as I rock her to sleep for her nap, follows along and recalls things from the story. Also, yesterday we stopped on our way home from the zoo for a spontaneous viewing of Cinderella (so good!), and when we started reading Understood Betsy later that afternoon and read about a little boy whose mother had died and stepfather didn't care for him well at all, Jubilee said, " That's just like Cinderella, except her daddy died!" Wow, yep! 

Anyway, in that chapter Betsy and her friends decide to sew the little boy some clothes (with the help of her Aunt). At first the friends are so excited about how thankful the poor little boy would be to them, how he would remember them forever and ever because of their kindness. A gentle question from Betsy's Aunt about whether the girls were giving in order to receive praise or to care for the boy, prompted them to give the clothing in secret. 

So, after we read I rested with jubilee while the twins went to have rest time. When I got up, I saw a sweet Saint Patrick's day card had been made and slipped under the door. I picked it up and saw that it said, "To: Mama From:     "

What a cute and thoughtful extension of the book (and we have been studying saint Patrick this week). Then Amelia rushed in to show me a little outfit she had hand sewn for her doll. Oh my goodness, my heart just soared! 

This. This literature based, gentle learning  life is what I hope for. So many days I feel like we stumble along, and then a yesterday afternoon comes along to remind me to trust in this rhythm of learning we have chosen. Given time and space, kids will take what is given to them and they will create extensions in their life- we don't have to hand it to them or force it. Ahhhh, it made me take a deep breath of thankfulness and relief. 

That's all for today:) 

Jen

To be back...

To be back in Texas for weekends like this weekend is such a gift. There is so much to catch up on since last I wrote here, but that has been keeping me away and so I'm just going to start in. This weekend we celebrated Joel's and my mamas birthdays in Wimberley. To be back and get to be a part of these celebrations and to see the cousins having such a blast and to taste my sister in laws amazing carrot ginger soup again and smell my moms patchouli incense burning and see her surrounded by her grandkids...it's a gift you guys. There have been hard and painful days during this transition, of course, but overall we are feeling lots of gratitude.

More soon! Jen

P.S. Thanks fam for some of these wonderful pics!:)