My insite for today….

A marriage is like two people with two piles of bricks building a life together. If you don’t continually pick up and lay those bricks down in some kind of order together, you will never have a home together.  If only one of you is building, it will be harder and take longer to build shelter. If you build seperate walls, you will be alone in the same building. If both of you quit, it will never be complete and neither of you will have a place to weather the storms. And the world can’t help but see the ruin it would leave behind. It can get pretty cold in that world alone.

– CEJMT aka Princess JoJo



Story of Snow

A little round raindrop sat in a puddle. 

The little rain drop had been quite a traveler. She had landed in ponds, and rivers and oceans all around the world. 

Her best friend was the sun, who would lend her his sunbeams to ride up high into the sky on his warm rays of light. 

And then she would blow with the wind and leap back down to earth again at thrilling and exciting speeds, never knowing where she would land next.

Not so thrilling was the sound of childrens voices that often chided her with “Rain, rain. Go away!”

Today the taunt hurt right to her middle. Today, she had not landed in a beautiful pond or a quick flowing creek. Today she had landed in a rut of dirty, mucky puddles beside a barn gate.

The children chanted loudly at her to go away and they stomped hard in the puddles making her leap about in an undignified way. She had lost her shine, as she picked up dirt with every bounce made by the boots.

The little raindrop got angry and decided that she would indeed go away, and never return. She would go so far away even the wind couldn’t catch her. 

When the sun came out, the little raindrop called out to her friend. He barely recognized her in the puddle of mud. 

The sun sent down his rays to warm her up to the sky. She reached the wind, but begged the sun to take her higher. At the top of the rolling fluffy clouds she again begged the sun to take her even higher.

As she rode the rays she noticed that they were not as warm as they had been down in the cloud. She had climbed so high, determined never to fall to earth again. But her coat began to harden and sparkle, and she started to shiver because it was so cold. She had reached Nimbostratus, a cloud in the sky that was biting and cold. 

It grew dark out when the sun went to bed. But the little raindrop was not alone. A wisp named Verglas noticed her tiny, glassy glint in the moonlight. He was a covetous creature, who was always trying to collect raindrops for himself.

He quickly came up with a scheme to keep the little raindrop  up with him in his world of cold and ice. He offered her a dress of white lace, telling her it would keep her warm.

But as beautiful as it was, when she put  it on, it wasn’t warm. And it weighed her down and she could hardly move in the dress. She did not like it here. She did not want to stay with Verglas. She wanted to go back to her friend the Sun, and the warm earth. 

But  Verglas would not let her go so easy. He began adding layers upon layers of heavy lace around her. Verglas had an entire garden of little crystals, made of drops just like the cold little raindrop, and he wanted to keep her there too. 

But Verglas, in his carelessness and haste, put too much lace on the little raindrop. The little raindrop was so heavy she slipped from the sky. She was so heavy, that Verglas couldn’t hold her up when he tried to catch her.

The raindrop floated back down to earth, her white lace dress parachuting her slow and gently.

She landed silent, beside a frozen pond, where no one took notice of her amongst all the other white dressed snowflakes that had fallen from Verglas’ garden with her.

Pictures are of our raindrop and snowflake puppets. They are crystal beads on beading wire. The snowflake is a tatted snowflake with bead embellishment.

Not to be reprinted for distribution or publication without direct permission from the owner of this website.  c2017


Key to my Heart Pattern

I dusted off the ol’ shuttles and threads and put myself to work on some tatting. After a few starts and stops and wasted threads I finally remembered how it is done again. 

In doing a heart pattern I decided to add to it and make a skeleton key design. I am pretty happy with it!

I made it with size 80 thread in varigated pink on one shuttle and moss green on the other. This one also has 3 beads, in place of the picots in the pattern.

In green

R 1-1-1-1-1-1, close

In pink

Ch 25

R 1-1-1-1-1-1, close

Ch 25 and join to the top at the first chain
Thread a long legth of green through the center picot of the bottom ring and work on it with the shuttle.

40 half stitches

With shuttle: R 3-3, close

Back to thread: ch3

With shuttle: R 4-4, close

With thread ch3

Tie off and sew in ends.

Stiffen with starch or mount and frame.

 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!