Otâcimow Apron

I love the idea of a waldorf story apron.

Mine isn’t all organic like a true waldorf. But it is completely hand made and painted. Not even a sewing machine. And the fleece skirt is a soft place for little people to land for a story. “Otâcimow” (a-chi-mo) is aparently “storyteller” in cree, so that is what I am calling it.

Even though I have 6 children, I’m not a babies all over me, romping kind of mom. So this really helps me too! It get’s me down to their level and gets them participating in the story with me all together. Even they like to take turns putting it on!

The bib is made of two circles of cotton/polyester fabric, painted in water color and set with vinegar. When they dried I ironed andb added quilt batton and sewed them together with a piece of bias tape for the neck strap. Then I added a green fleece blanket. Because of it’s stretch, I shaped it along the bottom of the round bib and hand stitched it on.

That simple!


Stop Stealing Happiness!

Oh my word, people…

If I have to hide stories about my family from you on FB, WHY did you friend me on facebook?!

You, who literally choose not to have kids…. I have 6, there WILL be pictures

You, not married because you couldn’t commit… We did commit and I think that’s great.

You who are in an unhappy marriage…I am not unhappy  and no I’m not rubbing it in your face. Im showing you that there is hope for a good relationship by sharing the good moments of mine. By the way may I remind you I’m divorced once. Been there. Sorry for your pain.

You, my babies pictures make you cry because you cant have one….I have misscarried too. Ask me. It still hurts to remember them because no child replaces them.

My bible verses offend you? They happen to be my inspiration. I want my family to know where my help comes from.

I have already made sure I don’t complain on that news feed, because someone might think it is about them, tie that shoe on and run in it straight to “you’re- so-insensitive-ville”

I love my family, and share so other family members and friends who also care how much I love them all.

We are NOT your comment dart board for taking revenge on the things that are bugging you about your life.

Start a conversation with me, ignore me, even unfriend me. But don’t try to steal from me the joy of a family God blessed me with.

Those Days….


When adults want you to be their friend who won’t say no, their scapegoat, their decision maker, their conflict manager or secret keeper.

When the teenagers are moody and know more than you, are 15 going on 35 and need money you don’t have to do things the other kids are doing and keep secrets from you.

And the toddlers are teething and melting down and clinging too your knees, scribbling Picasso’s on your walls  and begging you for food as if you didn’t just feed them 30 min ago, and refusing (while crying) to nap, all at the same time the teenagers are grumping and the adults are dumping.

The chaufer, the cleaning lady, the nurse, the pianist, the secretary, the psychiatrist, the teacher, the parent and the lover.

Those days when the world wants you to be SO many things. But you just want to be you at your best, quietly

Making time for me, to be me. Stopping. Breathing. Remembering who I really am.

 Remembering to be the child at Jesus feet who He defended. To be the intricate creation God made me to be with worthy talents and skill. To be my husbands helpmate and joy as he is mine. To be content that we provided our best for our children at the end of each day.

And when the husband and I crawl out of the worlds rubble and into to each others arms, the peaceful rest we can find at the end of each day is knowing that whatever, or whoever was against us that day doesn’t matter.

Because God is for us. And that’s all that matters.

Whirlwinds of Homeschooling 

The other night  I spent a couple hours “pinning”and downloading homeschool resources. A hundred plans I can’t wait to teach.

Yesterday, I only got around to telling one story about a crow and his carefull thinking that got him the water he so desperately wanted. Then spent the entire day instilling that one concept of “Little by Little, Does the Trick” to a four year old who so often looses his temper when things don’t go his way. He often works too fast when building or doing puzzles and melts down when pieces dont work or stay together.

In the grand world of homeschooling it is so easy to get caught up in the whirlwind of information and resources, and the building blocks of education.

From Charlotte Mason, Montessori, Waldorf, Christian and secular based choices, sometimes I need to slow myself down as a parent and kick those ever piling stacks of opinion back to their book shelves!

We choose to homeschool, believeing that is the best way to prepare our children for adulthood. To provide them knowledge and resource skills that also prepare them mentally and spiritually for social and family responsabilities.

We choose to homeschool believeing that we can provide a custom and personal based education for each child as an individual, rather then having our round peg children squished into square box public schooling.

So then we also need to believe we know how fast and how much those little minds and bodies can absorb at one time. And while we need to teach educational discipline, we need to make sure we don’t take the joy out of learning.

Being an informed homeschool parent is important. But we need to be careful we dont project the overwhelming number of choices we have into our teaching of the very young ones.

When our son looses his temper I ask him if the crow cried? (“No” he said) Or did he scream? (“No”) Or did he use his brain and think it out until it worked?

That one day of working on one little concept has him thinking for himself and figuring things out without a conflict.

And when he would usually shout, he now tells me his brain hurts and asks me to help. He knows he doesnt have to do things alone if he can’t figure it out.

That is how we should as parents use our homeschool resources. As a source for those teaching moments we feel stuck or lack the skill. And trust our God- given instincts that led us down this pathway of educating our families in the first place.

Raven Story Teller

We have been trying to incorporate story telling play with the toddlers. One turns 4 soon, and can help tell the stories. 

During nap time I teach him the story and play it out. And when the other two wake up, he tells them the story in his own words with the props I leave out for him.

We needed some more props that are also toddler friendly. 

Today I made this Raven. From a wooden egg and two half wooden eggs I found in my stash, I hot gkued them into shape and painted black. Then I found black feathers for him. I think he looks a little ratty, but around here they are known for garbage picking. So I guess he desserves it!

From Aesops Fables, Native story telling, and even Bible stories, we need a raven for so many reasons!

Princess Twinkle- Toes

Wow! She is going to be one! And today she started running, and had play sword fights with her two older brothers!! She has personality, and sass, and a world winning smile to help wrap you around her pudgy fingers! 

No more babies left, this is a toddler zone!

Next Sunday is her birthday, so tonight at midnight, while she was refusing to sleep, we made her a birthday “fascinator”. I had started out making a crown, but it was just to big for her little strawberry head. (Maybe her sister will claim it!) 

So it came down to this. Ribbon and felt, lace, sequins and feathers. The gold button is smooth, so each year on her birthday, I can change the sticker number. Very pleased how it turned out!

Lest We Forget

This week we practice the act of remembering those who sacrificed time, health and lives for our country’s freedom. 

I recreated a vintage poppy that was worn to the pilgrimage of Vimy Ridge, France.

 April 9 1917 at 5:30am, Canadians stormed and captured this crucial piece of land. It took 3 days to secure and more than 3000 Canadian lives. 

Support your legion, and our troops if today. We might not always agree with the politics, but we walk around free to have a voice and opinions because they are willing to die for their brothers and sisters

Hatchet Cratchet and Stash’et


Hatchet, Cratchet and Stash’et

Live in a little brown basket

They hide food from each other

Then forget half their plunder

And it grows up as trees the next summer.

I made these little squirels for the tots to learn about squirrel habbits and preparing for winter.

Pattern link. Laura Wilson, wewilsons@blogspot.com

The only change to the pattern I made was that I used strips of fabric instead of yarn for the tails. Sewn all the same way.

Purple Crying

Baby girl cried for 3 hrs straight. No comfort, no soothing. And I loved her, while going crazy at the same time. She is teething and her schedual was mixed up from church and Thanksgiving visiting. 

It happens, and you want to scream with them. You want them to stop. You want them to understand YOU, and quiet down at your touch and your voice. 

So while she cried, I designed. In the dark, with the flicker of the t.v . Sarah and Duck in one ear and baby crying in the other, I drew my anxiety to calm it. It’s rough looking, just like we were both feeling.

This morning, tired and dizzy, on the rush to finish Turkey dinner preps and baby girl sleeping soundly in her crib to make up for her lost sleep last night, I stopped to added purple. The color of a crying baby. 

We made it through, still loving each other! But know as a parent you aren’t alone. Keep breathing, keep loving. The storm will pass!