Friday, January 28, 2011

make pie like a samurai.

One funny thing about watching television is this; you're just sitting there on your rump while the characters you're viewing are doing rad stuff.

It's actually very rare that a "don't try this at home" warning flashes across the screen. So that means virtually anything else we could totally try at home, right? Ok, maybe that's taking things too far, but we can certainly do anything we see on "The Backyardigans."

We dressed up in our Samurai gear using whatever we could find (Iggy's mask is a tank-top, with a rubber-band around the excess fabric.)

We warmed up by throwing pie-tins around the house.

We even yelled "PIE-YUH" as we cut the butter.

TV can help in the creative parenting department, people. Behind the shows are writers who seriously plot things for the characters to do; things that little kids would want to do themselves. And why couldn't they? Thanks, writers!

Now Duke and I are probably going to have to pretend to freeze time and fly since we've been watching "Heroes" so much, haha.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

perform in our own circus.

Yesterday we had a wonderful reason to live this dream from our live-list!

It was grandpa's birthday! I think I'll share the recipe we used for celebrating his special day...

1. Carnival quality food including Elephant Ears.

2. Dancing bears.

3. A performance of super-strength.

4. Juggling, of course.

(Fitz has a unique juggle-method.)

5. One adorable, little clown.

6. Colored lights.

7. Paper pennants.

8. Quirky exhibits.

9. Carnival games.

10. Family. No circus is complete without the ones you love.

Now you try!

Monday, January 24, 2011

a turning heart.

Over the past couple of months I have been sorting stacks of photographs belonging to my grandfather, uncovering many pictures I have never before seen. I thought I'd share just a couple of my favorite treasures.

My dear grandpa and brother, in what was before only a vague memory.

My mother, when she was where I am now.

I have been connecting with my history like never before, witnessing past trials and triumphs, and ever-constant love. My heart is truly turning to my ancestors. And my family is becoming even more precious to me.

I love this feeling.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

this time, last year.

They've changed. And stayed the same.

I've looked back on our life a year ago and it feels like last week. Wowee, mixed emotions.

Our present lives just can't be bottled so let's enjoy them while we can!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Fly away for a day.

When tax season comes, my husband (the accountant) goes. To work. A lot.

I show and feel love in quality time spent with others, so inevitably a discontent and hunger grows in me, leading to an intense longing for change coupled with a flight instinct.

I told Duke that my pockets were burning (since the impulsive me has a spending problem). He suggested I channel that energy into my drawing, but when I get to feeling this antsy, sitting still makes me feel like I'm about to get caught in a game of tag.

So today the boys and I drove and drove until land ended and sea began.

Where we could see each other clearly, without the cabin-feverish minds.

We searched for our dreams in the sand (though we mostly found styrofoam and other junk).

They discovered their growing capabilities in a new setting.

And I found myself and brought me home.

I realize that for many years to come, Duke will be time-poor during my time of greatest, seasonal gloom. And I think I'm finally ready to just accept it and deal. Really deal.

Now that I'm ready, I know my Father in Heaven will be able to help me, for His Son is truly the Prince of Peace. And I know I need Him.

More beach adventure photos here.

Life and times.

Duke scooped me up in his arms and whisked me away to the town's Mongolian-grill. Nothing like plum sauce to send the winter gloom packing!

So then the best husband in the world takes me shopping, picks out a simple outfit he likes for me, and buys it. After the outer make-over, he tells me right up front that it's time for a change of attitude, too. I love that he gets me. I love that we can say stuff like that to each other without peeving one another off.

He was really right. Now I'm having a hard time remembering what I was grumpy about! Winter is actually looking quite pretty these days.

And my children have never been so delightful...

(Manly cereal bowl.)

(Wonderpets flying boat.)

(Pizza-Sweeping-Ninja.)

(Kids stuck in the rocking-horse in the middle of the night.)

How could I ever have been wishing to spend my time any other way? Well, it happens when I start focusing only on the hard parts of being a stay-at-home-mom (cleaning, winter-confinement, loneliness, cleaning).

Thank heavens for an understanding husband who helps me open my eyes and take in the goodness.

Yes, Duke, I mean you. Thanks, babe.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

memories for a rainy day.

Today I miss the sun.

I miss the company I keep when school is out of session.

I miss laughing so wide-mouthed that my jaw hurts.

I miss kicking a ball, running around bases, and feeling so free.

I wish so badly to cheer in the stands for my darling Emily.

And my lovely Tamsin.

And especially for my sweetheart, Duke. My how I love our summers together.

I miss the way it gets dark outside but not bleak inside when evening comes.

Before you know it we'll be kissed by our sweet, shared sun. I'm totally going to kiss him back.


Much love,
Megan Marie

PS- I also miss my long hair, but don't tell Duke, because he'll only say, "I told you so."

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Music as motivation.

Alright, I thought of another reason why summer is my favorite... Getting the kids ready to go out is as simple as opening the door and telling them to climb in the stroller in whatever they already have on. Honestly, you know how we roll.

Yes, every winter outing means at least a 45 minute wrestling match as the layers go. Until today I haven't been able to face it this January (besides the obligatory, church-wrestle). What go me motivated? Music. I listen to new music with closed eyes and an open mind, waiting for it to reach me (or not, depending on the song and my mood). Sometimes a well-timed tune sends my imagination into scenes of potential, family togetherness, injecting my veins with a desire strong enough to overcome even the most powerful mope.

Voila!

There's something magical about the moment they're all strapped in. On goes the radio. We can do anything.

I find it fascinating that there are so many different types of music, and that people have such varied taste in it. In truth, I never quite know if anyone else will hear what I hear and feel what I feel. The catty phrase "what does he see in her?" comes to mind. Taste in music is like our attraction to a lover, not easily explained.

That said, I'll share the song that spoke to me this morning, saying in nasally tones, "go, be free, and don't worry so much."

Song: The Gardener by The Tallest Man on Earth

What songs speak motivation to you? Bringing you out of your anxiety and blues? Mope melting?

In the past relied on catchy hits like "hey soul sister."

Or "wakka wakka."

Or sometimes more mellow chants like "Darkness Between The Fireflies."

Or "Homesick."

Maybe it's just me, but sometimes inspiring music is the only thing keeping my house clean, my responsibilities fulfilled, my kids paid-attention-to, and my self sane. I can't help but feeling that those songs are gifts from a gracious Father who is in all that is good and virtuous.

May gladness reach you, through your ears, eyes, or whichever way.