So, here is the final product. Soooooooooo yummy! Definitely better than last years and not near as glassy! Like Meema's? Uhm, well, there's always next year!
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Merry Christmas, ya'll!!
Friday, December 19, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Duglin's Tree truck. I love blown glass ornaments.
Hmmm....wonder who this ornament belongs to?
Here are some ornaments that have been given to me or purchased over the years to commemorate certain events in our families lives.
We purchased a sandcastle to mark our first family vacation in 2007 to Destin.
My mom also gives each of kids and Da hubby and I ornaments every year and the two above are a couple of my favorites she has blessed us with.
This ornament is practically as old as I am. My Meema and Peepa had purchased these types of ornaments for all the grandchildren and had them on their tree. After Meema passed, Peepa gave them to each of us. It is priceless to me.
I also get one of these every year for the family:
Here are a couple or ornaments I have just for fun.
I got this at our church's Worship Team Christmas party. I love the toe on it and of course it's *S*P*A*R*K*L*Y* !! Glitter makes me happy. All it needs is a heel and it would be perfect!!
We hand and foot printed the kids every year from their 1st to their 3rd Christmas's. I ADORE these. If there is ever a fire, it will be one of the things I will grab on my way out the window! The one below is Perri's footprint when she was 5 weeks old. she had the tiniest of toesies! (She has long made up for it since!) The print itself is only 2 1/4 inches long. After her stay in the NICU, it was the first place we took her in public.
One more note. Do you remember this picture from my past post of when the tree fell?
Out of these, I mourned this one the most. It was Duglin's first Christmas ornament. (Sniffle.)
I am happy to report that super-glue is going to be added to my "Thankful For" list next year.
So, I guess if I had to name a theme of my tree it would be Unforgettable Memories. Definitely not something you would see in a magazine, but perfect for us! PLEEEEEEASE comment - I would love to come visit your blog and see your ideas, too!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Growing up, we had the privilege of spending alot of time with my maternal grandparents, Peepa and Meema. Unfortunately, I never got to meet my paternal grandmother and my grandfather passed away when I was 8, so Meema and Peepa were very much a part of my childhood.
I come from a VERY long line of amazing cooks. (Me, well, apparently that gene skipped a generation.) Meema every year, without fail made two things for Christmas: #1 - The most amazing, melt in your mouth AND in your hands, fudge you could ever eat. #2 (and my personal favorite) - THE best peanut brittle to ever grace the face of the earth. So, after I grew up, got married, and had kids, I decided it was time for me to attempt making brittle, and not just any brittle but, Meema's Peanut Brittle (I think I just heard angels sing...)
Sadly, my sweet Meema passed away 15 years ago, prior to my marriage, and all I have is her recipe to go by. I watched her as a child make this stuff, but things are different now. Her stove was an antiquated gas stove and her pots were so worn down you could almost see through the bottoms of them. She had a system, a pattern, an eye for when to put certain ingredients in at just the right time. Me, I am doing good not giving myself 3rd degree hot sugar burns.
Last year, I made my best batch yet! I was so excited. I didn't care about any of the presents I had bought for my precious 91 year old grandfather, Peepa. I just wanted to give him the peanut brittle that I had made. It was one of his favorite things that Meema made, but no one in our family has attempted it and gotten it like her's because it's so blasted hard to make! I waited with baited breath as he took a bite, and MMMMM'ed with yumminess!
I had done it! I had found the secret to Meema's brittle. Do the dance of joy! So, me being the gluten of punishment that I am, blurted out, "It tastes like Meema's doesn't it!?!" He just grinned at me and said, "Nope." I busted laughing. I love my Peepa. He's never been a liar! He said he loved the taste of it and it was close, but there was a soft, bubbly, crunchiness that Meema's had that mine lacked. (Oh, don't worry - I didn't get my feelin's hurt - he wasn't being ugly. He, in fact, is really is rooting for me to get it right!) Truth be told, it was a little like eating small shards of glass - I seriously don't know how his "falsies" made it through!
So, this year, I take the challenge up once again to find perfection and send it to the judge of all things sweet, my Peepa. I'll let you know how it turns out.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Over the past year, however, my perspective has and is changing about why we do what we do. Let me stop here and give you a bit of background into our decision to homeschool. After Da Hubby and I were married, and even up until the week before Kindergarten registration for Daylor, I was ABSOLUTELY opposed to homeschooling our kids. Not because I found anything wrong with it, but because I JUST DIDN'T WANT TO!! I fought it...hard. I looked forward to having my days finally free to keep an immaculate house that even Martha Stewart would envy. I wanted to attend Bible studies and keep up with the laundry, maybe catch a lunch or cup of coffee with my friends.
Obedience can sometimes be a slow and tedious process. God finally had to remove about two weeks of sleep from my life to help "encourage" my compliance. I love how He works! He put amazing and wise people in my path who prayed for me and gave me godly counsel as to how to get started. I finally gave in but even then I really didn't believe that I had the patience or discipline to take on such a HUGE responsibility. Bottom line? I thought I was going to fail. Honestly? I still think that sometimes.
So, we began the homeschooling journey literally a month after Da Hubby and I prayed and surrounded to this new path God was beating out for us. Thank goodness He started us out in Kindergarten!!! It was fun, but as the years have gone by it keeps getting more challenging! Teaching your own children is not easy. Slitting my wrists sometimes appears to be an easier task! We do have a lot of amazingly wonderful moments, but in the name of being completely transparent, I have to say it's the most difficult, trying, and time consuming thing I have ever done. Is it worth it? TOTALLY. Is the laundry finished? NEVER.
It may appear that I am trying to discourage those considering taking this task up for themselves, but that is not at all what I am doing. I really love homeschooling. It has been a process learning to love it. And, it comes with eternal rewards.
Let's go back to my first thought about why we homeschool. My first response was all about ME. Because He wanted ME to. (Yes, I know, never end a sentence with a preposition. Humor me.) Because He impressed MY heart. Because I was going to be obedient. And while all of this is true, it's really not at all about me. Well, maybe it's about my kids!?! Hmm, while that sounds selfless and is partially true as well, it's really not about them, either. Do we incorporate Jesus in everything we do? Yes! Do we strive to direct and equip our kids to take responsibility for their faith and live a life desiring to please no one but Him? Yes! Are my kids going to be a part of what God is doing with the world to today? I believe so. So, it's all about Jesus. We homeschool because it is small a part of an Almighty plan. Humbling and powerful, to say the least.
And so, for some amazing reason, even though we homeschool because it is a part of HIS plan and for HIS glory, HE chooses to bless us in return. Why?!? When it's truly all about Him, He loves us enough to reward our obedience? Yep! Not because He needs to feel good about Himself or that He requires our praise (even though that will happen anyway due to His Sovereignty - "Every knee will bow and every heart confess that Jesus Christ is Lord." Philippians 2:11), He purely wants to bestow his blessings simply because He loves us. Pretty unfathomable, huh?
OK, should everyone be homeschooling? Hmmm, I don't necessarily think so. My recommendation would be to ask God what He wants. He may want your kids in the schools to be missionaries! I don't know. He has different plans for us all. But, I will say that if He puts homeschooling on your heart, He will give you more than enough grace and purpose to accomplish His plan...even if you don't want to. :) We are living proof that His promises are always kept! Being that this is Christmas time, I am reminded what a beautiful gift this is.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
As we do every year, we went to Home Depot the Saturday after Thanksgiving to pick the out this year's tree. This usually is a great source of stress for Da Hubby and usually takes more than an afternoon to accomplish, so we completely clear our schedule for the day to shop.
I am one of those people who weighs my options and needs to know that whatever I buy is the best deal for my money and is exactly what I want. My poor Dewayne, bless his sweet, little heart, usually has to cut the string binding the trees on at least 15-20, then precede to hold them up for at least 5 minutes of inspection time each before I find that "perfect tree." (He HATES this day.)
So this year we pack the kids in "Lefty", our truck, and head to the nearest HD. Amazingly enough, I fell in love with the first tree we found (That will never, ever happen again.), piled it on top of our ride, and headed to the house to begin bringing the giant to life.
We named our 11 1/2 foot tree Andre .(BTW - if you have not seen this movie - Go. Right now. Get it. Watch it. Laugh your boody off. It my favorite movie of all time.) We unleashed it and let the branches fall out for the rest of the day and then on Sunday began to decorate it.
The rest? Well, I'll let the pictures tell the story.
Tree's all done! So pretty! Let's all gather around and sing "Silent Night". No, not really, but it was all so picture-y and Currier and Ives...that is, until the next morning...