December 27, 2010
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Pictures & Stuff
Ah the bliss of the first-day-of-the-holidays feeling.
9:20 a.m. and everyone still sleeping but Andre and me. He’s drinking chocolate milk while I have coffee.
In Dan’s defense, he n.e.v.e.r. sleeps that late. But he was up till an ungodly hour partying with Bryant & Alec. Trying out John Deere Farmer on the computer. Alec’s Christmas present.
It’s snowing. I would happily sit here all day in my bathrobe and watch it fall.
Yes, I am that lazy.
Christmas eve on the livingroom floor. Do you think anyone slept well?
How would you answer this question from a 4 year old: “What are apples made of?”
Changeable me. One moment life is all bright with holiday cheer.
Then the fridge condemns me when I open its door. It REALLY needs to be cleaned.
And I am also feeling sad because it’s now 9:45 and Dan is heading out to separate the cows and calves. I’m sad for us, because it means hearing them bawl for the next two or three days. But mostly I am sad for them. IMAGINE—those poor mommies full of milk and those poor hungry little babies. Though they are really not so little anymore. They’re fat and sturdy calves.
For the few of you who are interested, here are some shots from Christmas program night. I didn’t get one of all the children up front. We sat in the front row and I didn’t want to be conspicuous with the camera.
I like our unique little church with its unique people-and our neighbors in this unique community. Ok. I guess every church and community is unique in its own unique way.
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I am trying to decide if I should send out a New Year’s family photo and letter. Which of the shots below it go best with this one?
My cheapie shots with my cheapo camera:
Bad quality, I know.
Don’t we look cold below? Dan was not impressed. Yeah. I know. It doesn’t go with the summery shot of the children,which was actually taken on a very cold day in October when it was about to snow and poor Natalia was shivering cold. I saw a really neat family photo in the snow, but this one doesn’t cut it.
Just don’t like this one down here…..
But when I get family photos I like when they’re not just of the children. I really like to see how my friends are looking by now.
I wasted an abominable hour on Picnik this morning and this is what came of it. Didn’t mean to have all that border stuff going on and should forget the dark photo, but anyhoo…
This one is probably better. But I can’t figure out how to do a small photo of Dan & I and make the children the focal point-without buying premium, that is.
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That girl Jenny at baileyandme whose creative blog I like to read says that a room should evoke a certain emotion in you. I wonder what feeling the rooms in this house evoke in people. I’m thinking confusion would fit well.
Changeable me. Sometimes I can happily live with the chaos and tell myself that one day I will clean and paint and redecorate. Sometimes I even think it isn’t right to spend a lot of time and money on all that stuff.
But there are times when I don’t think I can stand the floral wallpaper and colorless walls in this livingroom another day.
But the thought of trying to paint in the chaos scares me away.
So I go back to the former arguments and thank God that there are no pressures in my life to have a certain “look” about my décor. I will need serious help if I ever delve into it anyway.
Indecisive me. I know what looks good at someone else’s house, but would be tied up in knots over choosing paint colors.
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It is now 5 p.m. and the luxuriousness of laziness continues. We all went to my brother’s house for turkey soup today. The older children stayed on to play and Dan & I came home and put the little people down for naps. Dusk is settling. The sky is beautiful. House is quiet. (Dan is out feeding cows.) My house needs help. But oh it is nice to sit. It really has been a delightful Christmas.
Our Swiss friends, Rolf & Connie came to help us eat the turkey and play in the snow.
We had a lazy Sunday.
And some peachy Peachey time today.
All that was missing was someone to eat oysters with last night and the night before.
The neighbors are coming for coffee tonite. And a big cheque for rented pasture land.
Okay, I know this is boring. But blogging feels good when you don’t feel guilty doing it because it’s a HOLIDAY and you don’t need to clean closets.
Peace to you, my friends.
Comments (10)
Hmm.. I think I’d go with the first pic…. As long as your Husbands face doesn’t darken any more.
sigh… I’m just sad it’s over….
Sounds like you had a wonderful Christmas.
Don’t look at dirty fridges during vacation!
Somehow, we still have to do laundry and eat. Sigh. But low key, my friend, low key!
As usual, enjoyed your post.
I can TOTALLY relate to the house decorating dilemma. Nearly every word you worte about it.
I know what you mean, too, about it being a Holiday and feeling like you don’t need to “go looking” for projects to do or even feel guilty for ones that are staring you in the face. What a nice break!
And I like the second photo card best. I don’t think the sizes of the pictures look bad. After all, you and Dan should be the focal part. You are the ones who started that whole family of kids!
you mean, gasp. i’m supposed to be cleaning my fridge too?
my brain cells aren’t always on speaking terms with each other.
so it was just this morning that i realized why you looked so familiar!!!
it’s facebook! you are always coming up on fb for some reason
and i find myself wanting to read more. and i can’t. because we’re not “friends.”
well. hmmmm. maybe we are. i didn’t find this post boring at all.
@down_onthefarm - You are so kind about my dry post. You know, I have all these wonderful blogging thoughts but it’s hard to get beyond the toothbrushes I find in the toilet (my baby is a case) and what it’s like to listen to Thomas the Tank Engine on CD all day long.
Ah yes. I see you on Facebook too. Mutual friends. I know a few of you famous FFE ladies. And Kathy Witmer Maldaner is a good friend of mine. She knows you from PA days. So she told me when I was new to Xanga and asking her about these people I see…..
I loved my visit to your site and the bee-u-ti-ful family photos I saw last night. Uncooperative son included.
Thanks for visiting my humble blog. I just want you know that I hope you never feel under obligation to comment me. I see that a lot of you have a HUGE circle of people to keep up with.
Take Audrey there, who so faithfully comments here because she knows I’m kind of the new girl on the block and have a lot of self-doubt about my writing. But I know her from when she was 13.
But I;ll have you know that hearing from Cindy the Witty One makes my day.
a baby is a good reason to find toothbrushes in the toilet. i’m glad that you clarified or i might have been alarmed. i’m convinced that too much thomas kills adult brain cells. but i believe the trade off to be totally worth it. lol. my kids found him to be so entertaining!
i did not come here or comment out of obligation. when i said that i don’t pat heads i meant it.
some of that is because i would be devastated if someone patted mine. i don’t like little games. irl or online. and because of what you’ve said right up front i’m thinking that you don’t either. this online blogging thing can be…uh…funny. it’s a whole new way to feel vulnerable, isn’t it?
sometimes i feel like i’m about 8 years old. what if i say hi to someone on the playground and they look down their nose at me or like i said, pat my head? or worse. tolerate me as a “do good project?” and they are all so clever with tricks on the monkey bars. and i’m not. and i won’t be. so…will they still like me? or shall i just linger on the peripheral where it is safe. no pain. no gain. or something like that.
you know what crossed my mind when i came here? what if you’re afraid that i’m gonna follow you around? like you might think to yourself that “just because i commented doesn’t mean that i want to hang out together or anything.” not what i have ever thought of others, but fear that they’ll think that of me!!! see? snicker. doesn’t that sound mature? no. more like a scared little girl. not who i want to be, but something inside of me…that He is healing.
blessings to you, new xanga friend. and thanks for mentioning kathy and audrey because i just love connections. i used to poke fun at mom and dad for playing the mennonite game ~ it was for old people! but. here i am! enjoying it in my *cough* youth!
@down_onthefarm - Oh my. The 8 yr old in all of us. You said it so well.
I’m having a love/hate relationship with the whole blogging/facebook world. Do I even want to be here? SHOULD I be here? Do I have TIME to be here?
But I really love people (and words) a lot. It’s the management part of the whole issue that I’m grappling with. And yes, the vulnerability! I’m sure I’ll get it all figured out now that it’s the New Year.
The lady at the snack table in the blue floral dress looks SO much like my friend Hannah Beth. I’m sure that means nothing to you, but I keep staring to be sure it’s not. She wouldn’t be in Canada would she?
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