Joy is one week old today. She is a remarkably good-natured child, or, as her Uncle Stephan would say, "chill." She naturally sleeps for two hours at a stretch, and only fusses slightly when hungry. Yet when she is awake she is alert, bright-eyed, and looking all around, and she eats with great (and noisy) enthusiasm. Joy puts up cheerfully with being handed around from one person to another, whether in the gentle, even timid, arms of an adult, or the more enthusiastic attentions of her siblings.
Nighttime, naturally, is not quite so perfect. That's when she's most likely to fuss, and to produce a large quantity of messy diapers. But the other day Heather awoke beaming and refreshed—and you know you're a new mother when you can be so enthusiastic over having gotten 10 hours of sleep in five two-hour segments. (More)
Permalink | Read 1812 times | Comments (1)
Category Everyday Life: [first] [previous] [next] [newest]
Overheard during the flurry to get everyone out the door in time for church: "Jonathan, now is not the best time to tell us all about grain elevators."
Permalink | Read 2349 times | Comments (0)
Category Everyday Life: [first] [previous] [next] [newest]
When the human/bathroom ratio exceeds 6:1, procrastination is a bad thing.
A very bad thing.
Permalink | Read 2709 times | Comments (0)
Category Everyday Life: [first] [previous] [next] [newest]
Life is different for a newborn in a large family. I feel rather ridiculous applying the label "large" to a family of five, but even three siblings is sufficient to give a baby quite a different experience from most American babies. The first- and even second-born can easily become the focus of a great deal of parental attention and anxiety—which can be both a blessing and a curse. The third child, however, breaches the one-to-one parent/child ratio. Many parents of one or two children choose to encourage their kids to be competent and independent at an early age, but once a third child enters the family, that's no longer a choice, but a necessity.
There's a lively discussion currently going on at Free-Range Kids about children who have too much done for them, and I was struck by the following comment: (More)
Permalink | Read 4454 times | Comments (0)
Category Children & Family Issues: [first] [previous] [next] [newest] Everyday Life: [first] [previous] [next] [newest]
Joy is three days old, and all is well. She seems to have a regular fussy period between midnight and three, but other than that has been treating her parents well. She sleeps well, despite the frequent checking, patting, and noisy chaos that comes with having three loving, young siblings. She eats well, drinking in great, noisy gulps. Mom is handling the engorgment stage as well as can be expected without having a nursing toddler to help out. Grandma is happy to be done with meconium diapers.
It is a busy household. Life with three active children doesn't stop just because a fourth had been added. Chores must be done. Maybe we could manage if Noah didn't wipe the table for a day or so (though life would soon get rather sticky), or if Jonathan didn't vacuum the living room floor, but if they neglected their daily task of bringing in wood we'd soon be very cold. (More)
Permalink | Read 2464 times | Comments (2)
Category Everyday Life: [first] [previous] [next] [newest] Phoebe's Quilt: [first] [next] [newest]
Joy Ellen Daley
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
8 lbs. 1 oz., 19 3/4 in.
There are many joys and privileges in life, and I count being present at a grandchild’s birth one of the highest. But if I’d blinked, I’d have missed this one. (More)
Permalink | Read 2717 times | Comments (3)
Category Everyday Life: [first] [previous] [next] [newest]
It's not generally considered the best treatment for a cold and severe laryngitis to play in the snow, but the sky was so blue and the sun so inviting and the snow so perfectly white and perfect for making snowballs and snow men that when the rest of the family went out to enjoy it I couldn't resist accompanying them. I had planned merely to watch, but as I said, the snow was perfect.
At least I never had a chance to get cold; the grandsons saw to that. We made a lovely snowman with a carrot nose, and then engaged in a wild battle. I don't know what the effort did for my cold, but the experience was exhilarating. We Florida girls don't get much opportunity for that kind of fun.
And my voice is no worse, not that it can get much further gone than completely. I'm learning a lot about how much I chatter when given the opportunity. :(
Permalink | Read 2039 times | Comments (0)
Category Everyday Life: [first] [previous] [next] [newest]
Faith's two older brothers are off helping Daddy work on the car, so she had luxury of playing with Dad-o's gift all by herself. The three wine corks will no doubt eventually become part of some craft project, but for now they are building blocks. She carefully set down her baby doll—lovingly wrapped in a warm purple blanket—and made a tower, standing the corks all on end (no problems with this two-year-old's coordination). Then she piled them like a woodpile (her family heats with wood), then stood them side by side to make a fence. Next she laid them down, like sleeping people. Then end-to-end to make a snake. Finally, she arranged the corks in an L-shape.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Dat mine dun (gun). Mine OWN dun!"
Permalink | Read 1944 times | Comments (0)
Category Children & Family Issues: [first] [previous] [next] [newest] Everyday Life: [first] [previous] [next] [newest]
What shopping at your standard grocery store, with its standardized food, won't tell you:
The fruit on the left is a lemon, and on the right is a grapefruit. All natural, from local (Central Florida) trees, healthy (as well as healthful), and absolutely delicious!
I should have put something recognizable in the picture for sizing; the grapefruit is about the size of a baseball.
Ya gotta love our church. I've changed the names rather than seek permission to publish, but the story is true. From our church bulletin:
LENTEN QUIET DAY IN MARCH led by Pastor Dale at her farm on Saturday, March 12th ... offers two meditations on Elijah's desert journey and meeting God in the quiet - 1 Kings 19 & one on the Lord's Prayer - Matthew 6. A simple lunch will be provided, plus music, prayers, a walking meditation in the pasture (wear comfortable walking shoes), and a closing Eucharist.
GUNS @ DALE'S: SHOOTING SKEET & KILLING CANS The spring time shootout is Saturday, March 12. ... For Guys & Gals. Bring your friends, kids, & grandkids. If you've got a gun, bring it. If you don't have a gun, there will be several to use (WITH instruction and supervision).... LIMITED TO THE 1ST 25 FOR SAFETY'S SAKE.
Contrary to appearances, these two popular events, though on the same day, are not on the same property. "Dale" does not refer to the same person in both cases. But the juxtaposition does capture quite nicely the diversity represented in our church.
Permalink | Read 1962 times | Comments (0)
Category Everyday Life: [first] [previous] [next] [newest]
This week an Orlando man was arrested for smuggling cockroaches into Florida. What was he thinking?
Apparently, bugs are a big business, and officers said he had them illegally shipped into Orlando from California....Local reptile experts said the roaches are a good food source for lizards. They have more meat and more nutrients than crickets. They're also quieter and easier to handle, and once you have some good breeding roaches, you won't have to buy more.
Right. That's why we encourage lizards here, and don't even mind when they come indoors. But breeding roaches? On purpose? <shudder>.
Permalink | Read 1943 times | Comments (0)
Category Everyday Life: [first] [previous] [next] [newest]
Florida has been hit by unusually cold weather lately, it is true. But many here who complain were not around in mid-1980's, which produced the bitter cold winters which, along with developers greedy for new land, destroyed the Central Florida citrus industry.
That was not all that icy weather and poor human judgement destroyed in those years.
Twenty-five years ago today, we were eager to share with visiting friends one of the blessings of living here: the view, from our front yard, of a space shuttle launch.
Due to the cold morning temperatures, however, when Challenger lifted off we elected to keep our small children (and ourselves) indoors, for the view was nearly as good from our large front window. But this time, the sight was different. We took no pictures, but thanks to YouTube you can share the experience, albeit from a different angle,
Did I say you could share the experience? You can see it, but you can't share it. That those who weren't here could not understand was made obvious in the ensuing days as jokes and unfeeling comments came forth from other parts of the country. The loss of Challenger and her crew left a mark on Central Floridians similar to that left on the rest of the country twenty years earlier by the assassination of President Kennedy, and twenty years later by the destruction of the Twin Towers.
We still remember.
In his response to the disaster, President Ronald Reagan quoted from this poem by John Gillespie Magee, Jr. It, too, has stayed with me these 25 years.
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
Permalink | Read 2507 times | Comments (9)
Category Everyday Life: [first] [previous] [next] [newest]
Jon's long-time friend Sara Foss writes a newspaper column in my old home town. Recently the family stopped by for a visit, and ended up featured in the latest Foss Forward. Having given Jon ample time to post about it himself, I'm breaking the news here, along with some of my favorite excerpts. :)
[M]y friend Jon; his pregnant wife, Heather; and their three young children — ages 2, 4 and 7 — visited my home in Albany.
Naturally, I was all freaked out about having a bunch of kids descend upon my one-bedroom apartment, which lacks toys, children’s books and games. I did run out and buy pretzels and graham crackers, so that they could have a snack, but for the most part I felt woefully unprepared to entertain my young visitors.
Fortunately, the New York State Museum is right around the corner, and after a brief stint in my apartment, in which the girl played with my collection of turtle knickknacks (I even filled a bowl with water so that she could watch the plastic wind-up turtle paddle around) and her brothers improvised a game of darts in the bedroom, we headed up the street. I suspected the kids would enjoy riding on the carousel, looking at gems and stuffed animals and playing on the computers in the Discovery Room, and I was right.
In truth, I never should have worried about whether I would be able to entertain Jon’s family for an afternoon.
I’ve known Jon since I was 2, and I sensed that his kids were a lot like him — curious, imaginative, friendly, eager to do new things and see new places. What I enjoyed most about them was how well they played on their own; I didn’t have to worry about entertaining them because they entertained themselves. In fact, it seemed like they had just as much fun running up and down the sidewalk and jumping in snowbanks as hanging out in the museum, and their antics reminded me a bit of how Jon and I used to play in the snow when we were kids.
Permalink | Read 2685 times | Comments (13)
Category Everyday Life: [first] [previous] [next] [newest]
Stephan's thoughtful parents gave Porter a jar of Speculoos à Tartiner for Christmas, and I can't wait to try it. It's made by Lotus, the same folks who make the incredibly delicious Biscoff cookies Porter occasionally brings home from a plane flight.
I don't have as much quarrel with the TSA as many people do, but I am tired of having my luggage singled out for hand inspection nearly every time I fly. On my most recent trip to Switzerland, I wasn't particularly surprised to find the tell-tale TSA notice in my checked bag when it and I were finally reunited (that's another story), because I was carrying a large, metal cylinder filled with dangerous ... candy canes. The can did a great job of protecting the fragile candy, but must have looked intimidating on the x-ray. There is no packing job so good that the TSA can't make a hash of it, but the only victim of their efforts was one crushed chocolate truffle. We promptly destroyed the evidence.
On the way home I thought I had a chance of escaping. I had a few bizarre encounters with airport security—none of which involved pat-downs, I'm glad to say—but it wasn't until I landed in Charlotte that my checked bag became a problem.
First, I was singled out for special treatment at Customs, because I'd answered honestly the question, "Are you bringing any food into the country?" That always gets me into trouble, although normally as soon as I explain that the food is chocolate, cookies, and similar items, they lose interest.
Not this time. Everything, including my purse, went through a scanner. "What's in the jar?" I was asked. "It's kind of like peanut butter," was the best I could do, but it was sufficient. The pleasant Customs officials released me, and I thought I was home free. (More)
Resolution #1, Read More Books, was by far the most successful of the dozen I developed throughout 2010. I read 65 books in the year: fiction and non-fiction, from children's lit to an 800-page survey of ancient history. This is a marked improvement over recent years, and I attribute it to (1) recognizing that I had let other activities replace the habit of reading, (2) deciding to make the change, and (3) setting up a system of measurement (a simple, but public, list) whereby I could see my progress or lack thereof. This resolution is a keeper.
What did I learn most from this experience? The realization that we can probably no longer call ourselves a literate nation. Is there really much difference between someone who can't read and someone who doesn't? I'm a fast reader and a good one; I love to read books and I watch television only rarely; I'm a homemaker whose children are grown. What's more, few of the books I read were difficult, and I counted audio books as well. In short, I have everything going for me when it comes to reading, and I made the goal as easy as possible to reach. Yet it took a deliberate, sustained effort to read at a rate of just over one book per week. It is now clear to me that if we want to recover literacy, it's not going to happen without serious, determined work. Nor can we leave the effort to our schools, which to give them credit have been trying every trick in the book and then some to get kids to read, but which cannot seem to produce many graduates who read without coercion. Literacy, like charity and world peace, must begin at home. How can kids learn the importance of books if they never see their parents reading? (More)
Permalink | Read 2519 times | Comments (6)
Category Everyday Life: [first] [previous] [next] [newest]