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Win an iPad? No really, I promise.

No current giveaway. Shocking, right?

Some really good friends of mine are running a drawing for an iPad as part of their fund raising efforts on a unique and intriguing project.

The project is called “Jimmy Valiant: Scions of Danger” you can read about the giveaway here and you can watch a short movie on the project here.

Give it a looksee and consider helping them fund their project. Who knows, you might get drawn for that iPad!

Click the image for info on the iPad

Thursday? It’s Thursday? (5 Steps to Teach Your Child to do Chores)

No current giveaway. Shocking, right?

edited to add the real post.  scroll down to see it.

Well, today we’re going to be talking about how we get our children to do their chores.  Obviously I need to work harder on remembering my own chores because I completely forgot to get this post done last night.

While you’re waiting for me to shower and drink a cup of coffee, visit the other 3 moms to see what wisdom they can share.  I promise I’m not stalling just so I can plagiarize their posts, though I could probably learn a lot from them.

I’ll be bock. [read that with an Austrian accent]

Why We Teach our Children to do Chores

Chores. {cracks knuckles and clears throat}.  Helping with household chores is an important step in teaching children that we are not islands, nor are we a collection of bachelors sharing a house.  We are part of a family, and our responsibilities extend beyond making sure that our own dirty laundry makes it into the hamper.  Helping with household chores is one way that we learn to serve one another.  Ideally this service is done with a Christ-like attitude, but that takes practice.

On a more practical level, teaching children to help with chores also prepares them to run their own household someday.  Contrary to what modern culture tells us, I believe that childhood is not 18 years earmarked for wasting; it is a time of training and preparing for adulthood.  The better trained our children are, the more smoothly they tend to make that transition.

One last benefit of helpful children is to lighten the mother’s burden, especially in a large family.  Some believe that a mother should do all the housework, and expect large-family moms to be worn ragged.  This creates the impression that children are a terrible burden, and none of us can really bear more than one or two.

On the other hand, helpful children in a large family can see what a blessing they are to the entire household; they see that being a mom of many doesn’t mean being worked to an early grave.  Rather, it means working side by side with those you love best toward a common goal.  This is Christian living in action!  Yes, Christian living happens in smaller households and often looks different, but this is the shape it takes in our house and we think God is pleased and glorified by it.

That’s why we teach our children to do household chores.  How we teach them is a whole other matter.  This is an area that requires as much diligence on the parts of the parents as the children.

How to Teach Your Child to do Chores

There are many ways to do it.

The easy answer is to give birth to at least one child who is naturally responsible, hard-working, and self-governing.  This child will see what needs to be done and do it without being told.  She will even do the chores assigned to her less responsible siblings.  The more children you have, the better your chances.  I have at least one, but I can’t tell you her name.  She is currently in the witness protection program, and divulging her name might put her in grave danger.

Other ways involve complicated systems of rewards and recognition.  We have tried some of these methods but none worked for us over the long term, primarily because either I or the children eventually lost interest.

But there is another way.  I’m not good at it because it means my attention span has to be longer than that of my children.  Here it is in 5 steps, easily said but not so easily done.

5 Steps to Teach Your Child to do Chores

  1. Let your children help you, even when it’s not helpful. They want to help while they’re little, but it slows you down.  I know it.  You know it.  They don’t know it, and you shouldn’t tell them – at least not until they’re older and you’re explaining why they should let their 2yo sister help wash dishes.  These early years go a long way toward forming a child’s opinion of work.  If washing dishes gives them warm fuzzy memories of time with Mom, you’re well on your way to having a child who actually enjoys work.
  2. Work alongside to train them. It’s too easy to give instructions and then walk away, coming back later to check.  But if you haven’t properly trained your child to do the job, it’s not fair to expect him or her to do it properly.  Training must happen together.  Also, see “warm fuzzies” above.  It’s nice to work alongside children who already know the job well.  Dishes are more fun when you have company at the sink.
  3. Set a clear standard. You may think straightening a  room is no big deal, but details (baseboards, mirrors, under sofa cushions), definitions (clean? straighten? pick up?) and degree (just how clean does it need to be? white glove, or just non-hazardous?) are subject to interpretation.  Make sure your children understand exactly what you expect them to do, especially when you want them to work independently.
  4. Praise lavishly. Am I the only mom who feels like a failure at this? I want to help my children excel at what they do, and too often this takes the form of nit-picking.   How often do we accuse our children of shoddy work and fail to recognize that details which seem obvious to us are all new to the inexperienced eye?  There is a fine line between approving careless work and setting impossibly high standards.  Try to find it.  Let me know when you do, because I’m still looking.
  5. Inspect what you expect. Yes, you really do need to get off your – um, chair – and go see if the results are up to your expectations.  You need to do this often so that children who are inclined to play the odds will lose when they gamble.

My daughters have 2 recommendations on the topic from Vision Forum:


I’ve posted in the past about the chores our children do.  The list changes every few months and kids are allowed to request particular jobs if they have a preference, but generally speaking a child is on a job until she masters it.   If she dislikes a chore assigned to her, I tell her to do her very best at it so that she can get a new job in the next rotation.  After all, in the adult world how often is it a good idea to simply quit and move on because we don’t enjoy our responsibilities?

He’s the man

No current giveaway. Shocking, right?

Meg: Hey Perry, can I call you noodle?
Perry: No! Thats not my name.
Meg: Can I call you spaggetti?
Perry: No! I only want you to call me my name!
Meg: Can I call you Super-awesome-wolf-guy-who-can-kill-anything-he-wants-by-looking-at-it?
Perry: Yeah, I guess.

oh, and you might want to see this:

Happy Birthday Beloved!

No current giveaway. Shocking, right?

Happy Birthday to the prettiest girl in the world. (and a darn good blogger too)

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday Kim

She's mine!

4 Moms Q&A: breastfeeding, anatomy, Calgon days, and clothes storage

No current giveaway. Shocking, right?

If you have a question you’d like to see answered here on the 4th Thursday of next month, please leave it as a comment on this post so that this super-organized mom will know where to find it at midnight on the 4th Wednesday of next month.

Quit laughing now and read Q&A’s from the other moms:

All done?  Or did you decide to read mine first?

Big Family FAQ

1. Could you write a post about breastfeeding? (Maybe you have in the archives…) If you do it, why? For how long? Joys and difficulties along the way? Have you still been breastfeeding while pregnant?

This is a huge topic, and you’re right: it should be a post in itself, or a series of posts.  But I want to give some quick answers now just to get started.  I breastfeed for a variety of reasons: breastmilk is the ideal food for an infant, created by God for that very purpose.  It’s convenient: always just the right temperature, always in stock, no worries about bottles and formula and sterilizing…just find a quiet corner and a baby, and you have everything you need.  It’s cheap: just eat a healthy diet (which you should do anyway) and drink plenty of water.  It’s good for the mom too, reducing the chance of breast cancer and several other diseases.  And I like my babies; I enjoy spending time with them bonding this way.

I’m exceedingly thankful that I have been able to breastfeed each of my children with very little trouble.  I did have thrush with our 3rd child – cured with plain yogurt applied topically –  and our 9th had some latching problems that caused her to gain slowly at first and caused me great physical pain, a problem solved by $5 nipple shields from Babies R Us.  Tip: They sell them in single packs.  After I congratulated myself for having the presence of mind to catch that fact and buy two, I realized that you can only use them one at a time.  You only need one.  Duh.

Most of my babies have nursed between 12 and 16 months, and to the best of my memory none have ever tasted formula.  We start giving tastes of food around 6 months and as they begin to eat more and more table foods, they gradually nurse less and less.  At some point the balance between breastmilk and solid food shifts, and then I find that I’m pregnant.

Eventually the baby and I, who have much in common when it comes to memory power, simply forget to nurse, and weaning is accomplished.  Yes, 7 out of 9 times have been just that simple.  There are certain advantages to having no short term memory.

2. One thing I’ve been wondering, is how you have the “anatomy” discussion now that you have added boys to your family. I have 3 young girls (under 5), so we haven’t had to have the boy / girl anatomy talk – yet.

We don’t really have The Anatomy Discussion.  We’re far more casual about the subject.  Everyone changes diapers in our house, and the little ones often take baths together.  We don’t necessarily use all the correct anatomical terms, but we all know that some of us have “girl stuff” and some of us have “boy stuff,” and we don’t object to the anatomical terms unless they’re being used for vulgar humor.

We take a similar approach to the birds and the bees.  We breed dogs; we own chickens; we used to breed gerbils as snake food and rabbits as pets; and hubby and I smooch freely in front of the kids.  Our kids have a pretty good idea of how reproduction takes place, and they understand (on their various levels) that sex is a great blessing and a lot of fun – inside marriage.  They don’t know or need to know all the details, but sex is not a taboo topic and we answer questions freely as they arise.

3.  My children are 3.5, 2 and almost 6 mos.  Today they were such a joy that they are at nap and I actually miss them.  But on Monday, I actually broke down and called my husband to come home early and rescue me, something I have never done, not even postpartum.  Please tell me this is normal?!

That sounds perfectly normal to me.  If your kids don’t make you crazy sometimes, something is wrong.

You may think I’m kidding, but I really do think that God uses children in a big way for our own personal sanctification, smoothing our rough spots and helping us to see our flaws, weaknesses, and sins.  Those lessons are never easy.

Besides, kids are sinners just like the rest of us.  If it’s not your own sin driving you batty, it’s theirs.

4. Clothing storage!  How do you store clothes for all of your kids?  What about socks and underwear?  PJ’s?  I have six kids so far, and storing these things is starting to become more of an issue (even more so for the boys).  Do you limit how much they have?  Special methods to organizing these things?

You do not want to take my advice on clothes storage, unless I’m advising you not to do it my way.  My way involves rubbermaid tubs of clothes stored under the house.  They are labelled by size, and it seems like a good system on the surface.  The main problem is that we forget we have them and we buy what we need at a thrift store instead.  Not very thrifty, is it?

Then a small child decides that the shelves under the house look like a fun place to climb, and the tubs are unceremoniously dumped to the ground where all the clothes spill out.  The story doesn’t end there: we don’t notice the spilled clothes until 3 weeks later, by which time they have been rained on, chewed by puppies, and have several eggs stashed in them because apparently they are more comfy than the nesting boxes in the chicken coop.

See?  Don’t store clothes my way.  That’s my advice.  I’d love to hear yours.

Oh, wait.  I just reread the question, and you want to know about the stuff we’re actually using daily, not the stuff that’s being stored for another time.  Um, oops.  How about if we store your question for another time?  In a rubbermaid container on the shelves under my house?


Upcoming topics to be tackled by the 4 Moms:

  • Dec. 30 -  Teaching children to do their chores:  If you’re doing it all yourself, then you missed your promotion.

Christmas card confessions

No current giveaway. Shocking, right?

Tell the truth: what do you think about people who mail Christmas cards late?  Better than nothing, or adding insult to injury?

Does it help if they’re postmarked before Christmas, or is it all the same once you miss the mark?

Another December day

No current giveaway. Shocking, right?

Puppy baths, just in time for another prospective buyer this evening.  They want a girl.  Who will it be?  Daisy, Bluebell or sweet little Annie?

Cranberry walnut bread…

and handsome new chairs to replace our 10-year-temporary folding metal ones.  Six chairs plus last year’s oak benches between them provide plenty of seating.  Merry Christmas to me!

Christmas cards?  Still not done.  Oops.

What’s happening in your house?  What didn’t happen yet?

4 Moms entertain guests

No current giveaway. Shocking, right?

Here’s how the other moms care for their guests:

Did I say entertain?  No, we’re not going to sing or juggle for you – though I would be willing to juggle for guests on request.  Just ask.

I’m talking about providing hospitality.  We thought you might like to know what it’s like to be guest in our home, and rather than invite all of you at once – my house is a little small for that – I’m just going to tell you about it.  Sorry if that sounds less than hospitable, but even we have our limitations.  I like to keep it under 60, ya know?

I’ve blogged about entertaining in a small home, but we can start again here if you’d like: If you were a guest in our home during nice weather (which is 11.75 months out of the year if you’re not averse to a warm day), we might start by inviting you to sit on the deck and chat.  This serves multiple purposes:

  1. You and I can enjoy the breeze and the view and a glass of ice water.
  2. The remainder of my household can frantically finish the last-minute cleanup.

When it’s time for dinner, we try to fit everyone around the table if possible.  This works if we are only entertaining one smallish family. We can squeeze about 14 if we try, plus a highchair in the wings.  A toddler or two can sit on laps if necessary.  It’s cozy, but we like to sit together.

family-table

But if that just isn’t going to work, we improvise.  Older children can sit on the sofa.  Our living area is one big room, so we can all see each other and talk.  There’s a small lego table that reverses to a smooth tabletop to seat 4 little ones.  There are 3 tall stools that people often pull up around the table.  In the house, in a pinch, we can seat nearly 30.

If the weather is nice, we can also sit on the deck: last year we were finally able to buy wrought iron tables and chairs to seat about the same number outside.   Between the house and the deck, including sofa and other chairs, we can now seat over 40.

No matter how it’s done, seating is usually informal.  We may have our own place when it’s just the 12 of us but when company joins us all bets are off!

Serving is nearly always buffet style.  It’s simply not practical to pass the potatoes to 20, 30, or 40 people.  Some of us would never get to eat.  Our kitchen island lends itself well to serving buffet style, and I love it this way.

We don’t have special dishes, but I do like to use real dishes if we can – up to about 20 people.  Ditto for real flatware: I try to keep plenty of  inexpensive forks and spoons at WalMart rather than offer plastic ware.  We use these even when we have to resort to paper plates, which might not be such a great idea.  I strongly suspect that we lose a lot of real metal forks when certain short people throw their paper plate in the trash.  It’s a good thing I buy the cheap ones.

Food.  Hmm.  I have to confess that I’m in a rut lately.  I can hardly think of what to cook for my own family, let alone company.  Did you ever have one of those days in which you look at the clock twice each hour and wonder aloud what’s for dinner?  And then your child says, “I know!  Let’s have food!”  Possibly insinuating that chocolate chip cookies just don’t sound good for dinner AGAIN, though I can’t imagine why.

But don’t worry.  We always think of something and we will feed you well.  Just ignore the last-minute panic in the kitchen and let’s chat a little longer.  Can I refill your glass?


Upcoming topics to be tackled by the 4 Moms:

  • Dec. 23 - Questions for the Four Moms: Got a question?  Get it in now!
  • Dec. 30 -  Teaching children to do their chores:  If you’re doing it all yourself, then you missed your promotion.

Living small

No current giveaway. Shocking, right?

I’m not officially blogging during the month of December, but wanted to take a moment to share this chic little Paris apartment, which houses a family of 4 and one big dog. They may have the same number of square feet/person that we do, but there are economies of scale that they miss out on.  They have much less living area than we do.

I’m guessing the apartment itself is nothing out of the ordinary over there, but I love the comments from Europeans who point out how we Americans have allowed our perception of needs to become so inflated.

a reminder

No current giveaway. Shocking, right?

We asked you recently to vote for Leanna, a sweet young homeschool graduate of whom we know who is trying to win a scholarship of up to $2,000.  Today is the last day to vote, and you can still vote twice today! Please consider voting for Leanna’s essay in answer to the question, “Did you ever think that the greatest thing any man could ever be in the economy of God was to be a servant?”

When the word “servant” is mentioned, what common picture is conjectured? I close my eyes and there—there is the poor little servant girl with her ragged shift and bare feet. A froth of messy curls spring out from underneath the kerchief over her hair. With weary shoulders knotted from toil, she performs once again her menial tasks. Her hands are course, red, and sore. Sorrow and care has paved her face with hard lines. Such is the dismal picture that many paint upon the contemplation of what it means to be a servant. How can it be, then, that the position of a servant in God’s kingdom is to be most desired?

Read the rest, and vote for Leanna.

Monday Megan (on Wednesday): The Tale of Darren Dragon-Slayer

No current giveaway. Shocking, right?

When father got back, he didn’t look relieved, as usual. He looked grim. His face was pale, almost gray, and as for his eyes, they were worst of all. They were dull, empty, like a lake that watches a storm pass just by it, without even raising a breeze. When Mother saw him, she turned pale, and said in a gasping sort of voice, “Oh Lan, the cow?” He looked at her for a second, then nodded, and said in a hoarse choking voice, “And the chickens.” Of course it was always a risk, but one never really expected it. Every day, every man in the town went to the marketplace and drew lots on whose animals would go. This time it was ours.
We had been under siege for weeks, but it seemed like years. We were under siege not from an army, but a dragon. Every man with a suit of armor that actually buckled (which was few indeed) had already faced it; the last had gone a week ago, and turned into overdone steak. The townspeople had discussed the unarmored men facing it, but had given it up as hopeless. So every day one more family was robbed of their living to satisfy the dragon’s hunger.
Well I’d had enough of it, I wasn’t going to stand by and watch any longer, waiting for hunger to waste us till we could stand no more, but died in the streets.
The first part of course was to find out everything I could about dragons. They were rare. A man was lucky to see one in a lifetime, or rather, unlucky. Very unlucky.
The best thing to do was go to what book collector’s house. He had been a secretive old man, talking to few except when he had to. But he had talked to me, and when he left to go to some far off country I couldn’t remember the name of (Hackelmoo???), he had left me permission read his books, providing it went unknown. He had a large library in a time when books were few and a man was lucky to own more than a Bible. Most of the men in our town didn’t even own these. They read out of their neighbors.
There was only one book on dragons which I could find. It was thick and dusty, sitting in a forgotten corner. I suppose I had better set in order everything I learned from it:
They had no vulnerable spots on their underbellies as the stories said except, in the rare occasion of losing a scale. Their eyes were the weak spot, but there was a catch to this, as I had expected. The fact is, it’s extremely difficult to pierce a creature’s eye when it’s made up entirely of pupil and therefore always watching you. They didn’t have any color in their in their eyes. They were narrow but wide slits perfect for spotting anything moving within who knew how far. The easiest way to kill a dragon is to extinguish its flame, everyone knew that, but was it even possible? And, if it was possible, was it realistic?
There was only one way to find out. I tried to bolster my failing courage. After all I was only a fourteen year old boy going out to fight a half legendary beast with knowledge I had scraped from an ancient book in a crazy old man’s library, a man who many people said was a sorcerer of the worst kind, that spent his time visiting through mysterious portals to other sorcerers.
There were no more swords in the city, except the sword of Sweeney. It hung in the town hall, and it was said to be extraordinarily sharp. Getting it was simple enough; all I had to do after that was get out of the town.
I managed it, by slipping past a guard and lowering myself down. I had always been known as stealthy, or sneaky as some people put it (the rude people).
So here I was, outside the safe, or, safer confines of the town with nothing but the sword of some half forgotten midget warrior. Oh boy was this going to be fun. Right, fun, think of it positively, you’ll be less scared. Yeah right.
I crept over to the side of the town that dragon was supposed to be roosting, or however the heck they sleep (the book hadn’t told me). Maybe they hung upside down from their toes. No, that was highly unlikely. Anyway, I crept over there, and started looking around. I found it, in a manner of speaking, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say it found me. It was about five to ten minutes before dawn, so all the people in the town had the pleasure of seeing me get chased halfway around the town, screaming like a newborn babe. Not the proudest moment of my life. I did however, at least have a plan.
The book had told me that dragons like a nice long run before a meal, but if they saw that their prey was getting ahead, they caught it in a spurt, rushing ahead. So I had reserved my energy for a final spurt right in front of the lake, hoping that its momentum would tumble it over the edge. That side of the lake was a bit of a cliff. And it worked. At least, part of my plan worked. Unfortunately I hadn’t thought of the fact that I would be directly in front of the dragon when it fell in the lake.
I was half dead when I had untangled myself from underneath the dragon and kicked my way up to the top of the lake. If no one thought that it was “a deed of bravery unrivalled by anything else in the land” or any rot like that, they at least thought it was moderately brave, and a few even thanked me.
And that my children, is the original tale of Darren Dragon-slayer, warped and exaggerated as it has become.

Hope you liked it!

Sugar cookies and other sweet things

No current giveaway. Shocking, right?

I put off the sugar cookies for the first 2 weeks of December because I was afraid the mess would endanger my sanity, which would in turn leave my kids scarred, causing them to grow up and hate Christmas and/or sugar cookies.  I just wasn’t sure it was worth the risk.

But I’m a wild and crazy person and I hate to let myself be ruled by irrational fears or OCD, so we decided that today was the day.  I was on my own with all the big ones gone, but I didn’t let that stop me.  I whipped up a double batch of sugar cookie dough, poured a tall glass of milk, and called the little ones into the kitchen.

No, she doesn’t have smudges on her face from making cookies.  This poor child always looks like this.  I wash her face every 20 minutes all day long, but you’d never know it.  Good thing she’s so cute.

I never noticed in real life, but in photos my hands look just like my mom’s.  I hope my kids will look down at their own hands someday and have sweet memories of doing things with their mom.

Gold sugar sprinkles for the bells and stars, red for the candy canes, green for the wreaths.  We’ll add stripes, dots and other details with white icing later.  No, I’m not a control freak.  Why do you ask?

See?  Not a control freak.  I let her mix gold, red and green for her stars.  Well, the last three stars.  All the others were done correctly.

He takes his food seriously, and he thoroughly agrees that cookies ought to be decorated in their proper colors.  He’s on my side.

More sweet stuff:  this boy is so sweet we call him Sweet Pickle.  I know his ears stick out, but that doesn’t keep all the girls from falling for him.  I don’t just mean his sisters.  Everywhere I go, he flirts with the ladies and makes each one feel special.  ”Did you see that,”  I hear them whisper.  ”He’s so cute, and he smiled at me!”

Puppies are almost as sweet as kids making sugar cookies.  Want one?  A puppy, I mean, not a cookie – though we would be happy to include free cookies with the purchase of any puppy.  Purebred Golden Retrievers for $350 to $400, ready just in time for Christmas, and we’ll throw in lunch if you come pick up your Christmas pup in person.

While I’m selling you stuff, we still have tanks.  Really cool remote control tanks, 2/$45 including shipping.  They’re in my living room.  Please take them.

And a few sweet deals, if you’re still reading:

$5 flat shipping. Did you see that part?  Just making sure you’re paying attention.

Jubilee Doll: $45 (all dolls and dresses on sale 25-40% off)
save 40%

Princess Adelina (hardback): $7.20 (pop quiz: who remembers why this book is special to us?)
save 60%

All-American Pop Gun: $6.00 (I can never resist a sale on these!) save 50%

Giveaway winners

No current giveaway. Shocking, right?

Wow.  You all are either very patient, or just as forgetful as I am.  Was anyone wondering when I would choose and announce winners for our 5 giveaways?  I mean anyone besides Mother Hen, who is actually the one who reminded me to get on the ball.

Here they are.  Five fun giveaways with a total of 8 winners.  If you see your name below and you want to be my friend, make my life easy and email me before I shovel through my electronic records in a futile search for your email address.  It’s the least you can do for a woman who is trying to resist the siren call of the computer.  Do you want to put me in temptation’s way?  Do you?  Do you?!

Giveaway #1: Marie Madeline $50 gift certificate!

Jenn, on November 28th, 2010 at 7:54 pm

Giveaway #2: Navigating History

Clara C., on November 30th, 2010 at 5:16 pm

Giveaway #3: Spiral Slicer

Sharon Roller, on November 29th, 2010 at 9:49 am

Giveaway #4: Your Backyard

Stephanie, on December 1st, 2010 at 9:06 am

Giveaway #5: Audiobooks by Victoria Botkin (4 winners)

Lisa H., on December 1st, 2010 at 5:46 am

Stephanie H, on December 1st, 2010 at 9:42 am

Shiloh, on December 1st, 2010 at 11:09 am

Bethany, on December 2nd, 2010 at 12:24 pm

That’s all for now, but I want you to know that I miss my webby friends.  Not webby as in web-footed or having webs: those would ducks or frogs and spiders.  I don’t have friends like that.  I miss my bloggy friends, and am looking forward to getting back to blogging when December is over.  In the meantime, watch for a photo update of what we’ve been doing lately.  Don’t worry: we’ll include captions.  I can’t keep entirely quiet.   That would just be asking too much, doncha think?

4 Moms manage toys the Mean Mom way

No current giveaway. Shocking, right?

How do the other 3 moms do it?  Find out: Read Smockity’s, Kimberly’s, and the Headmistress’s posts about toy management.

Maybe I shouldn’t speak for all 4 of us, but let’s just say I manage toys the Mean Mom way.  Years ago, when our house was proportionately bigger and our children were smaller in both size and count, we actually had far more toys.

I know this sounds counter-intuitive, but I was an official Toy Lady, so I’m sure that affected things a bit.  I had to have a good collection of toys, and so I did.

As the ages of our children expanded and our house shrunk, we had 2 options: we could either be overrun by an ever-increasing assortment of toys, or learn to make do with less.  We chose sanity.

Over the years, the number of toys in our home has shrunk.  Toys have come and gone, and very few have been missed.  We have come to regard most toys as very nearly consumable.  Now that I think about it, that’s true in a very literal sense.  The dog has consumed quite a few of them. This may not be the best of stewardship, but allowing our house to overflow with toys wouldn’t be good stewardship either.

Aside from a few classics, we find that our babies are just as happy with pots and pans, measuring cups and spoons, and other safe items.  They’re happy with unsafe items too, but that’s hardly the point here.  The older ones spend more time with pens and paper, books, computers, playing cards, etc.

Those classic toys I mentioned?  Legos and Duplos are at the top of the list, and we never seem to have enough of these.  We also have wooden blocks, dollhouses, and 1 doll for each young child.  Of course there is more, but the rest of the toys are less permanent.  Dress-up, swords, guns, cars, various balls, doll accessories, various bits of cheap colorful plastic that disappear as soon as the novelty wears off.  We have a wooden train set, but quite honestly that has not been the big hit I hoped it would.

Individually owned toys like dolls usually live on the bed of the owner.  A flat toy might be stashed under the mattress.  We have a small laundry basket for toys as well, but it rarely holds much.

Communally owned toys are kept in a corner of the dining room: a bin of legos/duplos, and a bin of wooden blocks under a small table, and 3 dollhouses atop.

Our board games are sadly neglected, as we tend to enjoy games that call for less equipment and more creativity: a deck of cards, a few dice, and some pens and paper are far easier to stow and provide plenty of entertainment for agile minds.  Ask my children: maybe they’ll post about some of their favorite games!


Upcoming topics to be tackled by the 4 Moms:

  • Dec. 16 - Feeding company: Because it’s rude to eat in front of them
  • Dec. 23 - Questions for the Four Moms: Got a question?  Get it in now!
  • Dec. 30 -  Teaching children to do their chores:  If you’re doing it all yourself, then you missed your promotion.

Hey? What are you grinning at?

No current giveaway. Shocking, right?

I said this at least 4 times today to 4 different people.  Granted, they were all teens.  I don’t generally talk to adults that way.  And they were all grinning at me because I was talking funny.  Can you guess why?

In other news, December has been busy so far with no end in sight.  We have baked apple cranberry pie, pecan raisin pie, chocolate cheesecake, pumpkin pie, pumpkin rolls, chocolate chip cookies, chocolate chip banana bread, and our first batch of play-dough in many years.

We decorated our dining table with a dark green cloth laid over a larger gold one, then topped them with paper snowflakes and a cover of clear plastic.  We’ll slip Christmas cards under the plastic as we receive them.  Want pictures?  Ask really nice, and I’ll try to make it happen tomorrow.

We’ve also hung the Christmas stockings, crocheted by yours truly to resemble the ones made by Perry’s grandfather in years bygone.  I need to make another for Parker, but I have serious doubts that it will get done this year.  He can wait until his second Christmas.  Don’t tell him and he’ll never know.

Most of my Christmas shopping is done – our list is very short this year.  We now have 3 girls who can work for pay with their dad, so they’re excited to provide some very nice gifts for their loved ones this year.  They’re also helping the younger ones earn some money, so this year I think nearly everyone is truly as excited about giving gifts as they are about receiving.  It’s been so sweet to help them plan and shop, and watch even the very young ones brim with the joys of a secret well-kept.

Next big item on the list: sell the pups.  Yes, we have puppies again.  This is Lady’s last litter.  She came into heat again before her 7th birthday so we decided to breed her just one more time.  We have 6 adorable roly-poly purebred Golden Retriever pups who will be ready for new homes just in time for Christmas!  Want one?  Or more?  We’ll give a discount if you take all 6, and we’ll even invite you to stay to dinner.

I know I said I wasn’t going to blogging in December, but I couldn’t help posting just a little.  Did you really expect any less of me?

Anyway, I wanted to tell you about Vision Forum’s Deal of the Day, and I couldn’t just drop another sales post on you.  I had to ease into it, see?

But now that we’re on the subject, you might like to know that the entire Ballantyne library – 2o hardbound volumes of historical/geographical fiction – is on sale for just $176.  My girls love these books.  They say the vocabulary is rich and varied, the plot is well-developed and fast-moving, and the gospel message is strong with Biblical references and Biblical thinking evident throughout.