Mother's Day

I don't have many words right now. There are lots of good reads concerning the joy and trials of motherhood all over the internet this week. I have been digesting a few of them and ignoring most of them.

I get in these funks occasionally where I just get sick of all the complexities of life. I'm in one right now.

Maybe that's why I like the Kid president so much.

He tickles me.  And he makes me want to embrace the life that is in front of me to be lived today.

The Kid President is at least partially responsible for my card inspiration this year. I get tired of browsing stores for expensive cards that don't express my sentiments anyway.  I probably don't need to mention either that it is easier for me to handcraft a card at home while my kids are destroying the house than it is to have them destroy the drugstore by pulling half a million cards out of the rack.

This card is simple to make. I would've made a template for you, but I fear it would have been too imperfect for most of you. I don't like to measure or plan ahead, thus I deal with things like uneven letters.

turn the card backwards and it says 'wow'

The longer I am a mom the more admiration I feel for my own mom. She was not perfect. But I feel a huge 'wow' in my heart when I think about how she gave herself to being a mom and teacher (!!!) to seven of us. It was no small task or sacrifice. She must not have complained much because I never remember thinking that maybe she she was tired of serving us or that maybe she just needed to get away for awhile. Being a mom was her life and from my childish perspective- she loved it.

My Grandma is in the center and my mom is to her left. The other fine looking ladies are my aunts. Fantastic moms through and through and now all top notch Grandmas. Seriously, kids LOVE these ladies.

*edited to add my sister's comment because it is just so dead on right:

I'm pretty sure that aside from Jesus, any good in my mothering has been passed on by those Martin ladies. They are so like Jesus in the way that they show preference toward children. -jolynn

I can't think of moms that I admire without mentioning my sister (far left). She makes my mouth go "wow" too.

I feel immense gratitude to my grandma, my mom, my aunts, my sister for the beautiful example they have lived (and continue to live) of sacrificial, joy-filled mothering. I have concluded that they just didn't have the time to be selfish.  Their lives inspire and challenge me.

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And the question of the day is :

Which sibling does Cassie most resemble? (photos are not in proper birth order)

And just to refresh your memory....

Here's a few different angles of Cassandra Jo

 

a snap-shot of motherhood

kitchen tips

I'm snickering at myself because I'm not known for being the "tipsy kind of house wife" who comes up with nice efficient shortcuts to streamline my daily work.  I'm more the kind of person that looks at what I have to do on any given day and then I proceed to find the most difficult and complicated way to accomplish my tasks.

It's craziness.

More often than I wish to admit, my husband will walk into the kitchen and after a glance or two at what I'm doing he will offer some smart little tip to help ease my workload.

So. Having kitchen tips to offer today gives me a small sense of smugness. If you've already incorporated these tips long ago in your kitchen, laugh if you must, but only to yourself of course.

Here we go. I have a whop'in 2 tips to share with you today.

 I used to HATE any recipe that called for you to 'cut the butter into the dry ingredients'. By crumb, it never worked right for me. Then one day I came across this tip in a specialty bread recipe book. My life has been changed. I now LOVE to cut the butter into the dry ingredients.

Ready for kitchen tip #1 ???

Ok.

Here it is:

1. Keep a stick of butter in your freezer. Frozen butter will grate beautifully. Simply stir your frozen grated butter into the dry ingredients and............TADA.........perfect biscuit dough...pleased cook.....happy family!!!!!

  Just in case you haven't noticed, cupcakes are somewhat of a rage right now. I used to HATE making cupcakes because I would always get the batter all over my muffin tins and to add to the injury, my cupcakes would turn out ALL. DIFFERENT. SIZES. Of course, I just pretended that I was trying to make custom sizes for different sized appetites. Honestly though, I was frustrated because even though I don't enjoy tarrying long over food preparation, I still really want the outcome to be pleasing to my eye.

This moves me on to kitchen tip #2 of the day:

 

 

A cookie scoop (or ice cream scoop) works perfectly to minimize the mess and produce symmetrical cupcakes. And, I must add, it's easy and quick. I see more cupcakes and muffins in my future.

 

 

Now. Since short cuts and helpful little tips are not my strength, I'd love to hear a few of your kitchen tips!!! What have learned along the way that makes your life in the kitchen more enjoyable and easier?

 

 

 

because life is always worth celebrating

The shower wasn't for me or for my latest addition.

 Rosanne didn't plan it for herself either.

The shower was planned for the baby of a pregnant teenage sister of a friend who Rosanne learned to know through our church's kid's ministry. (if you got lost in that line, don't worry, I lost myself too!) 

 Before I go any further here, you must understand something about my friend Rosanne.

Rosanne with my son Christopher (Easter 2013)

 

She has a heart that is 4 times the size of her head and 10 times the size of her paycheck.

So.
 

When I received her phone call that wintry Saturday morning, it was no surprise to hear her excitement over wanting to bless another person.

"Would you be interested in hosting the shower at your house?"

Why, of course, YES! I would love to.

Yes, because I love brainstorming and planning with Rosanne.

Yes because I LOVE to host parties at my house.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Because I care for and support life.

Thus began the planning and conspiring of a baby shower for an unwed mother that neither of us really knew very well.

We had fun pinning our ideas on a shared board on pinterest

Rosanne made a special trip from Baltimore to Meadville just for this event.

There was so much thoughtfulness invested in each and every detail of the evening.

Rosanne could have skipped the decorating all together.

     The mom didn't have expectations.

She could have served chips and soda.

      The mom wouldn't have been shocked.

 

She could have gone to the Dollar Store and bought a few cheap baby gifts.

       That's probably what the mommy-to-be-expected.

But.

That's not what happened.

This mom and her baby were celebrated well and with much joy.

 

The living room was transformed into a classy chic baby room with a cute rag banner and other special touches.  Clothes pins were embellished with washi tape. Intricate feminine touches  here and there. Special handwritten notes. Carefully packaged gifts.  Beautiful hand crafted headbands, crotchet hats, cute hand sewn blankets and burp cloths, a CD with Christian lullaby music and more.

A delicious snack that included a beautiful variety of fresh fruit was prepared and attractively served.

A prayer of blessing was prayed over the mommy and baby.

Words of encouragement and confidence were spoken to the young mother.

I felt Jesus' presence throughout the evening and I'm pretty sure he was smiling as he looked down from heaven and saw the humble little modge podge of women who banded together that night with one common purpose and that was to celebrate the life of a new baby.

A baby that was conceived in unfortunate circumstances... A baby that will likely face a difficult life.... a baby created and known and loved by her Heavenly Father.

A baby celebrated because a life is always worth celebrating.

*full credit goes to Rosanne and her sisters for pulling this shower together. I was the privileged one who was invited to participate.

Glorious Hope and a burst of color

 If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom*, maybe your soul has never been in bloom. -Terri Guillemets

 I would play with my toes too, if:

-they were so accessible

-I had nothing better to do

-I owned such happy colorful socks

*even if the blooming happens indoors

The Winter that refused to end

Apparently Old Man Winter totally missed the memo about March. Maybe he forgot that there are only 28 days in February. Being a forgetful person myself, I can extend some grace here, but good grief.....

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It was -7 degrees F. when I jumped, uh....I mean, slowly oozed out of bed this morning.....
The van door was frozen shut and the engine whined when I turned the key at 9:40 am.

(after writing those 2 lines I'm shocked that the Farm & Ranch Magazine isn't hot on my trail)

So after that little buhumbug blurb, I must confess that I am a lover of winter. However, even I do eventually become desperate for some sunshine for myself and outdoor play space for my kids.

As the winter drags on, I'm trying hard to focus on the things I love about this season to keep myself from going totally insane.

I love the longer evenings, hot drinks, good company, warm blankets, flannel sheets, read aloud time with the family, warm sweaters, cute hats, time for extra projects, my kid's lego creations, a world transformed by snow....

I love that winter time brings with it a slower pace of life for our family. I love that we have been able to spend more time at home these last 2 months than what we have for years.

The new fireplace insert has brought additional warmth and charm to our living room.

Truly though, sometimes I'm totally up to my ears with 5 kids with boundless energy all contained within these walls. Sometimes we resort to things like...styling mom's hair.

I ended up with one doozy of a hair do. I'm not sure if this shot is from the front or the back of my head, although I would guess it's from the back because of the location of the fireplace and the bottom half of my husband.

And since the winter insists on raging on, I shall go make myself another toasty hot drink.