Blender-Ready Breakfast

I am beginning to get used to my new mixer/blender. Very used to it. When it came, included in the package was a book of recipes especially designed to be used with the Bosch mixer. We have found a couple that we really like! I see no reason you couldn't make these in any old blender, so I thought I'd share!

Blender Pancakes

Put 1 c milk in blender

Add 3/4 c wheat kernels

Blend on high, 4 minutes

Add:

2 eggs

2 T honey

1/4 c oil (we use melted butter)

2 tsp baking powder

3/4 tsp baking soda

1/2 tsp salt

Blend until mixed.

Cook on griddle.

YUM!

Since this batter is a little thinner than your typical pancake batter, we put it into our 2 c Pyrex measure and pour it out onto our big ol' cast iron griddle. This is a fantastic way to get the benefit of your whole grain without the need to grind it ahead of time.

Instead of plain old orange juice, I made "Orange Julius." In order to make this, you have to get over the thought that milk and orange juice don't mix. Instead, think of a nice yummy creamsicle. We thought of our friends Marlin and Darla, who make a similar drink and serve it in lovely gobblets after the children are in bed. Here is the recipe:

Orange Julius

1 cup milk

1 cup water

1 (6oz) can frozen orange juice concentrate

1/2 cup sugar (we used ~1/3)

1 tsp vanilla

12 ice cubes

Add ingredients to Bosch blender.

Pulse momentarily 5 or 6 times.

Blend on high till smooth.

The only problem we had with this recipe is that we didn't have a 6 oz container of OJ concentrate; we only had a 12 oz. So, what do we do with the left overs? Make another batch!!

Indians in the House

Throughout the day, I usually am mother to a vast array of people and creatures. I often have baby goats, baby kittens, big lions, and water buffalo. I'm sure to find at least one little dog crawling around at some point during the day and not a day passes without a heard of wild horses galloping across the plains of carpet. When I don't have creatures crawling I have soaring cowboys on flying horses or indians creeping. Other times I have gypsies driving a great couch car across the ocean to Africa.

This morning, as I was luxuriating in bed, I heard the pitter-patter of little Liam feet coming from the boys' bedroom. From downstairs came a soft whistle, a call from the Papa Indian (who had gotten out of bed a short while before.) A soft, excited whisper of "Papa!" answered the whistle, then the little footsteps rapidly thumped down the stairs. It wasn't long till little Phinny Indian arose and was also greeted by an indian whistle; he too crept downstairs with little stomps.

I was thinking how great a Papa my kids have - how fun and loving - and I decided to join my chief and my little indian braves. This squaw knows how to creep quietly so I snuck down the stairs. As I descended, my nose was greeted with the sweet smell of homemade incense: mullein leaf mingled with pine needles to chase away a nasty cold that is trying to settle in our chests.

I have a whole collection of dried mullein plants that I harvested from the hill behind my father-in-law's house at the end of the summer; he sure had a bumper crop! They are hanging upside-down out on the front porch. At anytime, I can go out and grab some leaves and part of the stalk and set fire to them. They smolder fairly nicely and fill the house with a sweet smelling smoke that, amazingly, begins to break up the nasty phlegm that tries to reside in your chest. Mullein will help break up a tight cough and also expedite the drying up of a loose, lingering cough. It is a fantastic herb! You can also combine it with coltsfoot or pine needles to enhance the cough-kicking properties.

So, this family of gypsy-indians sat around the table this morning smelling sweet mullein and eating yummy apples and sipping tasty coffee.

Catch Up...

A friend of mine recently had a “Catch Up” post on her blog, so I thought I would follow suit. Where have we been? What have we been doing?

Well, we’ve been at home, most of the time. And apart from the usual repetitive business, we’ve been getting ready for Christmas! Lets see. On Friday, my mom (Mima) and my Aunt (the one that gave us the super cool sled) came over to make cookies. Aunt Chris has a huge collection of cookie cutters that are super fun. She has a car, an aardvark, an itty-bitty piglet, a teapot, a hammer, a loooong necked goose, a moth, some funky birds, a trout and many many more that I can’t remember. Not only does she have a fantastic collection of cookie cutters, but she made me feel not alone in this world: she forgot to bring the cookie dough that she had made the night before! She felt pretty awful, as I would have, but the kids could have cared less. Abigail and Phinehas pulled out the paper and colored pencils and while I mixed up a couple batches of dough, Chris, Mima and the kids traced the cookie cutters and made fun pictures. Then we made the cookies, and even burned a batch (since I, again, forgot to set the timer – the birds got those). That was fun.

In the afternoon while the kids were sleeping and the Carpenter became I.T. support for some friends of ours, I went sledding. There was barely a sugar dusting of snow, but it was more than enough for ‘Snow Skimmer’ (I also thought to name the sled ‘Buttercup’ but ‘Snow Skimmer’ sounds more adventurous). After a couple runs down the hill I had a fabulously frightening idea: I should tramp into the woods and go down the logging road that follows the BIG hill behind our house! So off I went, with much fear and trepidation. I had visions of myself splattering into tall trees or being launched into the crisp air – finally flying – only to rapidly meet my demise as the ground came up to meet me. But, I pressed on. To get to the bottom of the logging road you have to follow a short path that the Carpenter bushwhacked earlier this summer. It goes through a lovely stand of black raspberry bushes that we frequented in sunny weather; now it is a tangle of thorny brambles, just waiting for the wayward sledder! This little path takes a slight turn to the right as it connects to the logging road, which has a gentle incline for a short way. It then rapidly rises until it crests ‘Heart Attack Hill’ far off in the distance (‘Heart Attack Hill’ is what the local hunters call the hill behind our house, since it is so steep). Where the gentle incline meets the beginning of the rapid rise there was a long tree laying across the path. “Ahhh! A way of escape from my folly!” said one part of me. The other part, the part with long, stubborn mule ears, let go of the sled and in a heroic effort, moved the tree to the side. I then went up the hill. I went up a very short way. A very, very short way. But it was enough for me! I settled on my sled and skimmed down the snowy hill weaving around the trees that were trying to grab me. At the bottom, where the logging road meets the bushwhacked path, I chickened out and put on my ‘breaks.’ I probably could have made the turn, but the vision of me splattering on trees prevailed over all stubborn daring. Very pleased with myself, I stomped out of the woods and went for another run down the hill that ends in the road before going inside to my lovely family.

That was Friday.

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On Saturday we went shopping. I won’t go into the tedious details of this venture, but I did want to mention that the Carpenter is exceedingly amazing: Since the Temple of Materialism and Unfair Commerce (aka WalMart) was swarming like an anthill, I went in all by myself. Andrew took all four children to Wegmans. They wandered around, finding the Ritz crackers and Nabisco Chocolate Wafers and playing with the live lobsters for and hour and a half. Yes. I was trapped in brain-sucking Wally-World for 1 ½ hours, and that was WITH a list! (I am certain that they lay out their store in such a manner that everything is in obscure places requiring you to walk throughout the ENTIRE store more than once while vainly trying to find what is on your list. That is when MOST people abandon their lists and pick up things they didn’t know they needed.) I managed to escape with almost everything I intended to get (they just don’t have warm fuzzy socks for kids!) and I still had a few brain-cells that hadn’t succumbed to the electromagnetic waves and the glare of the fluorescent lights. Anyway, I’ve never been so happy to go to Wegmans!

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On Sunday, we went to a Christmas Party with Andrew’s mom’s side of the family. It was very nice to visit with people we hadn’t seen in ages. The children had a good time playing with the children from other growing families.

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Now, we are counting down til Christmas! Our house is quaintly decorated with candles and greenery, white paper snowflakes and snowmen (and a worm that Phin made out of a bunch of white circles), and a big ol’ kid-colored poster filled with different details surrounding Jesus’ birthday. Abbi has been wrapping the various little homemade gifts that she has been working on. Phinehas keeps drawing picture for his Papa… and then cutting them up with the scissors; I need to help him finish one of these ‘projects’. I am trying to keep the house looking somewhat quaint and clean while finishing up the last bits of baking, and I need to work on making Jesus’ birthday cake (Abbi’s idea) – we all are certain that He would love an ice cream cake, and none of us object!

Enjoy Jesus’ Birthday, everyone!

Thinking on Children - Reproof

“The rod and reproof give wisdom, but a child left to himself brings a mother to shame.” - Proverbs 29:15

Day in day out I am thinking about my children; how couldn’t I? Currently, they are my life. I wake to the sounds of children, their laughter following me throughout the house as I begin the morning. I eat breakfast with sleepy eyes while vibrantly awake children sit next to me, filled with energy I never had. Children flock around me as we do morning chores, children run around as we have school time, children ask constant questions, chatter endlessly, and yes, children act childish. Children sing, children jump, children flit from one thing to the next. Children share and sometimes they don’t, children give and sometimes they take. Children play with each other and children push each other away. How on earth am I to direct these children?

Frequently I find myself asking the Lord why He didn’t provide a manual with each child. They are so different! How can such different personalities, different characters, different little beings come from the same two people? And I only have four! Daily I need to ask for wisdom: wisdom to answer Phinehas’s many questions, wisdom to understand Abigail’s emotions as they are slowly being unveiled (O! How they mirror mine!), wisdom to know what on earth Liam is saying, even wisdom to know why Lydia is fussing. I yearn for wisdom to direct and guide my children as they grow, leading them towards independence and the ability to stand on their own two feet. I need wisdom to equip them to face challenges yet unthought of, for who can tell what the future holds for this generation of little children? My mind often focuses on the final product, always looking for the end in view, yet so frequently forgetting the process. Now, I do believe it is very important to have an end in view; otherwise, how can you know which path you want to take today? Which brings me full circle: Day in day out I am thinking about my children.

Lately I’ve been thinking about how most parents I know want the similar things at this phase in life: Don’t whine. Don’t scream. Please share. Do NOT hit your brother. Please stay on task!!! Speak kindly, please. Tell the truth. Pick up your toys. And on and on it goes! It seems to me that it is not enough to want these (and other) things. It is not enough to discipline when a child does what is wrong. I need to instruct and direct my children to act and speak rightly. I can say “Don’t whine” or “Please share” till it echoes off the walls and hills around me, but I need to realize that my children don’t come with that natural tendency! Naturally, they whine. Naturally, they are selfish. Naturally, they speak harshly. Naturally, they look out for themselves. Don’t we all? We just have found ways to do this (and other things) in ‘socially acceptable’ manners. Ouch. It seems that as I teach my children, the Lord is teaching me.

So, what do I need to do? Well, instead of flying off the handle each time they misstep, I need to slow down (where have I heard that before?) and teach them, training them to do the right thing. For example, when each child was little we wanted them to be able to ask for something without fitting. So, we taught them to say, “please” in sign language. For the LONGEST while (longer with some than with others) this consisted of myself or the carpenter saying, “No whining. Say, ‘please may I have my drink?’” Then we would take their little hand and make them sign ‘please.’ “Good boy! Here is your cup!” Very tedious, but very worth it.

Somehow I had lost sight of this lesson. I have found myself getting fed up when the children forget how to properly interact with each other. I find myself acting and speaking with frustration rather than with patience and love – and that is NOT what I want to teach! I know that I need to take the time to walk each child through the tough moments of their day, showing them how to handle their emotions, their wants, their hurts, their fears. I need to equip them to turn to Jesus and ask Him for wisdom, to ask Him for help to do the right thing. I can’t just demand that they do the right thing when, frankly, they don’t naturally know how. But then, once they DO know how and have shown that they are capable of doing and saying the right thing, they need to be held accountable. Often a simple reminder such as, “Abbi, your voice is getting angry; please change your heart” works wonders. Other times I need to get on the floor with Phin and Liam and walk them through some tough interaction, showing them what to do and telling them what to say: “Liam, do not whine and through a fit! Say, ‘Phinny, please stop!’ (‘Inny, eese OP!’) Good. Now say, ‘May I please have my tractor back?’ (Eese, actr ack?) That is better. Lets try again.” Sometimes everyone (mama included) simply needs a break. When I sense a little to much heat in the air I often will say, “OK, children! Time to clean up!” Or, I will call the perpetrator to me for a timeout next to my feet (especially when they know better).

So, that is what I’ve been thinking about lately! “The rod and reproof give wisdom.” I don’t know what reproof really is; I couldn’t find it in the dictionary. But to me, reproof is taking the time to correct improper behavior by showing my children what the proper behavior is. Just like I can’t tell Abbi to go to the piano and play Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven without first teaching her the basics, I can’t tell my children to be kind without teaching them how. Someone once told me that training is like a train with many cars: Doing the same thing over and over and over again… and then again. O God, grant me the right tools to train up my children!!!

Yipeeee!!!

We had a lovely weekend! Some friends of ours from Pennsylvania came to visit. We spent Friday evening playing Settlers of Catan and staying up way too late. Then, on beautiful Saturday, we went sledding!

You should have seen it outside! On Friday night we had a mini snow storm so there was a fresh blanket of soft whiteness, glistening with winter snow fairies. The cloudless sky was an immense sea of brilliant blue that took your breath away. The combination of bright blue and sunlit white was dazzling; it was the winter day that everyone yearns for in the heat of summer. So, after taking a terribly long time to bundle up all the kids and the parents, we trudged outside. The cold was crisp and fresh, but not too biting. The kids took off as fast as they could, kind of like overstuffed snow bunnies that decided hopping was too hard and instead waddled like ducks. Liam especially looked like a little Ewok with a full-faced grin.

We grabbed our runner sled, compliments of my Aunt Chris, and thought about how we could get a nice path worn down in the powdery snow. Being way too lazy, we decided to wing it and see if the sled would work without any effort. And WOW! Did it ever! Andrew took Abbi and Phin down for the trial run and barley stopped before flying out into the road! Then it was our friends’ turn. They dodged the trees and avoided going into the road as well. Finally, after what seemed like ages to this little kid trapped in a Mama’s body, it was my turn. The Carpenter had me sit in front of him so that I could see all the trees he was weaving around. I think I screamed the whole way down.

I tell you what, if you live anywhere near us, you NEED to come visit sometime this winter. I have NEVER had so much fun! We have the best hill ever and the coolest sled this side of the 21^st Century. All I could think about was the story from the Laura Books about when Pa was a boy: He and his brothers had built a runner sled, finishing it just before Sunday. On Sunday, when no fun was allowed, they quietly snuck outside to try the sled while their Father was dozing. They drug it up the hill and quietly got situated. Then, as they were picking up speed, a family pig stepped in the way of the sled and ended up getting a ride. It squealed the whole way down the hill (kind of like me) and past the house with Father’s face in the window. Oops!

Anyway, I think I had more fun than the kids. Andrew said I should go sledding everyday as a part of my new exercise program (that hill is a killer!). I think that will have to wait for naptime!!!

A Joyful Noise

Last night we were all gathered in the living room singing some songs before bed. We had started off some more lively songs, then slowed down to Step by Step (by Rich Mullins). Step by Step is one of the children's favorites. It goes:

O God, you are my God

And I will ever praise you!

O God, you are my God

And I will ever praise you!

I will seek you in the morning...

And it continues. We sang that a bit, then moved on to an even more quiet song:

Draw me, Draw me, Lord...

Well, as the Carpenter, myself, Abbi and Phin were singing, all of the sudden a little Liam voice rose above all and shouted out, "O GAWG are mieee GAWG!!!"

I held it together until Andrew let out a little chuckle, then I lost it completely! We all laughed and laughed!

What fun, what fun!!!

Fresh Morning Mercy

Well! It has been a little while since I’ve posted anything! I had written a post Monday morning but decided not to post it. It seemed a little to intimate, a little to revealing… and the Carpenter said I was being too hard on myself. Suffice it to say I had been in a “Mommy Rut” for most of the past weekend. I had severely lacked kindness and gentleness – among other Fruits of the Spirit – and hadn’t been the nicest Mama. Fortunately, I am learning to say, “I’m sorry” to my dear children. It is amazing how quickly they forgive! My heart wept when my not-so-little five-year old put her gentle arms around my neck and said, “I forgive you, Mama” when I told her it was wrong of me to have yelled in anger.

The song Great is Thy Faithfulness is dear to my heart:

Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father,

There is no shadow of turning with Thee!

Thou changest not, thy compassions they fail not,

As Thou hast been Thou forever will be!

Great is Thy faithfulness,

Great is Thy faithfulness,

Morning by morning, new mercies I see!

All I have needed Thy hand hath provided,

Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

And Monday morning I was walking fresh in His mercy, gratefully washed anew by His Holy Spirit and the prayers of the Carpenter over his wife. I want to be, to my children, like the Lord is to me: filled with compassion, not changing in character, constantly faithful and kind. I am so thankful for the Faithfulness of my Lord! When I turn to Him He does not withhold Himself! When I’m in need of His grace, He pours it out. When I ask for wisdom, He freely gives it. When I call for help, He comes, able and ready. All I have needed He has provided. Thank you, Lord!

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So, what have we been doing with new mercies, fresh each morning? Well, drinking coffee for one thing! And this morning I even ate a Lemony Christmas Cookie … of course before the kiddos got up (actually, I ate a couple)! We’ve been decorating our house in anticipation of celebrating Jesus’ Birthday, baking bread and the afore mentioned cookies, reading books, making presents, and doing bits of school here and there (and, of course, laundry).

Abigail has started piano lessons. This is going better than I anticipated! I had been very nervous about trying to teach her piano. Finally, I just jumped into it; she had been expressing much interest and I didn’t want her desire to wane. I ended up talking to my mom about when I started learning – how much did I practice (10 – 15 min a day for starters), did she stand over my shoulder and make sure I practiced the ‘right’ way (no, she had no clue what I was doing anyway), should I demand perfection before moving on to the next lesson (no, that created much frustration in me, squelching my creativity). So, by the good grace of God, I’ve relaxed and am actually enjoying this! So is Abbi. She is flying through the lessons and even jumping ahead! Yesterday she even learned “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” as well as “The ABC’s” and “Baah, Baah Black Sheep.” She couldn’t WAIT to show Papa!

Phinehas is making Abbi a Christmas present – a beaded bracelet. I am once again impressed by that little boy! He was so focused and patient! He adds the beads and I am looping the thread around to make it a looped bracelet. He especially likes the fact that he has a shortened naptime!

Liam’s new favorite words are, “atch ME, Mama!” He wants me to watch him do all his new tricks. Its funny; sometimes he will ask me to watch him and then all he does is freeze in place. I’ll wait and when nothing else comes along I continue with the task at hand. Then, almost immediately, Liam asks me to watch him again. The process is repeated over and over till finally I have to say, “You need to DO something if you want me to watch!!!”

Lydia is crawling. Well… not conventionally. She inches while on her back, arching up then pushing with her feet. I do so wish I could get a picture of that! She’ll go all the way across the floor, turning when her head get hung up on something like the couch or a chair. The kids call her the inchworm!

Well, that is a little glimpse into our days, freshly filled with morning mercy! My “Mommy Rut” is over and I hope it stays away.