A Walk is for the Dog(s)

Carlee has been good for me.  I mean that in a couple ways. 

1) I have again realized my love for animals.  I grew up with a dog, cats, fish, the occasional gerbils and even the desire and fulfillment of a cricket farm.  I worked at a horse ranch, and we had a pet field mouse.  I often wanted a pet lobster but my mom threatened to eat it if we had one so I decided it was safest to skip that one.  Going to college I was away from my pets and did not get another one until I was married.  We splurged and adopted some goldfish.  Now, as of August 2 we have goldfish and a dog.  I enjoy watching the fish swim around, but not so much enjoyment is found in cleaning out their tank.  (But I do it every now and then).  I really enjoy the companionship of Carlee, our family dog.  She has been a welcome addition and renewed love of animals for me.  I had not realized how much I enjoyed my furry friends.  I can not imagine our house without one now. 

2) Carlee has been good for me in another way too.  I use her as my excuse to get exercise.  She must go on a longer daily walk right?  So, Carlee and I have been exploring local parks with walking paths.  I blame it on her for needing exercise, but in reality, I think that is an excuse for my desire to hike some local trails. She acts as my shadow and will follow me everywhere I go.  She'd gladly accompany me on trails, as long as I am within her sight. I love the sound of the fall leaves crunching under our feet and the smell of the autumn air.  I love the company of Carlee so I am not out walking by myself.  Even though she's not all that fearsome, it is still nice to not be alone.  When I talk, I have someone I am talking to so I don't sound like I am just talking to myself.  But, I am not sure she really cares about the color of the leaves that I point out to her or the fallen tree that makes an ideal photo.  She probably does appreciate the sound of my friendly voice to her so what I say is irrelevant as long as I am talking to her.

I'm thankful for her patience with our kids too.  We have one child who likes to be sneaky and tease Carlee.  She has been nothing but kind and well mannered with the kids.  I have deemed her "Saint Dog" for her ability to endure our children.  They do not always understand that she needs a break and likes to sit in peace.  She has not once been aggressive toward them. 

I'm thankful for our newest companion. She's been the perfect dog for our family.  Now, I am trying to convince Dan that 2 dogs would be a good option. He's far from convinced.  I'll keep trying.   But for now, I'll keep using Carlee as my excuse to spend time outside and keep appreciating her gentile manner and companionship.

Woe is Monday vs Blessed is Monday

As an avid Facebooker I often see the "Woe is Monday" comments.  Sometimes I struggle to understand what all the complaining is about.  I understand that the weekends are enjoyable, but is Monday really that bad?  We should be used to it.  It comes every week,  We know full well to expect it. 

My Monday's are my productive catch up days.  I often have a laundry list of things to accomplish come Monday.  Today was no different.  The day went so fast, and dare I say-it was enjoyable!

 I have designated Monday as laundry day.  This week was no different.  I have done 7 loads of laundry.  There are 2 more to finish, but the bulk of it is done.  It was not so bad either.  Just think what it would be like without a washer...like back in the scrub board days. I have no reason to complain about the ease of a modern day washing procedure.  Here is the kids portion of laundry day, after I had put away Dan's and mine.

In between loads of laundry I took a trip to Target.  I did a bit of grocery shopping and I bought the rest of the stuff for the shoe boxes we are filling for Operation Christmas Child.  This program provides a shoe box of goodies including school supplies, essential clothing, toys, and hygiene supplies for kids who otherwise would not receive a Christmas gift.  A booklet is also put in the shoe boxes to give the receiving child and their family info about Jesus.  It is a way of showing God's love in a practical way.  I decided to fill 6 boxes this year.  There is one for each age group, both girl (front row of boxes) and boy (back row of boxes).  I just love making these and pray that the recipients will be blessed by the box, and most importantly that they will know and accept the love of Jesus as their own.

In the middle of laundry, before and after Target, and before and after filling the shoe boxes, I attempted making homemade bread.  I have never made a loaf of bread like this.  I have made the frozen kinds where you pull out a frozen pre-made dough, let it rise and bake it.  I have made buiscits.  I have also made many sweet breads like pumpkin, applesauce, cranberry etc. but I have never made a type of sandwich or artisan bread from scratch...until today.  I mixed dough, kneaded it by hand, let it rise 2 times and baked it.  And, I sampled it, and it turned out just as I was hoping!  Yummy!  I made wheat buttermilk honey bread.
Here is the recipe I used:
http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/buttermilk-honey-bread/Detail.aspx

And, here is the photo of one of my loaves (it makes 2):

When the kids came home from school we met a friend and some neighbors at the park.  It was nice to enjoy some conversation and friendship.  (No pictures today of that though).

After the park, we came home.  I was in the process of making supper and the kids were having a hard time controlling themselves.  I know that late afternoons can be a time of meltdowns and today that happened.  The kids were sent to their rooms so they would be separated and could calm themselves down.  I went up to talk to them about their behavior and Zack handed me a paper.  (I had seen it on his desk for a couple weeks so I guess he was prepared for his next room confinement.)  Here is his paper...

My assumption is that he meant one of the "d's" to be an "o".  In either case, he is not God, but he can often be good. This paper had no merit for me as it was done well in advance.  But, I did enjoy both the mis-spelling and the thought behind it.  After time alone, both kids were civil and enjoyable.

So although many people dread Monday each week, if we just have the outlook that it is going to come, we can make the most of it.  I hope that we can all have the mentality that each day is a blessing and as the verse and song go "Today is the day that the Lord has made."  Rejoice, and be glad.  We are blessed beyond comprehension.

Ode To Grandma

There are some people who shape who you are.  Some people make you a better person.  Some people have a sweet demeanor and love unconditionally.  Some people sacrifice time and money for you, willingly.  Some people have bold audacity to tell you what they think, with your best interest in mind.  Some people love God openly and confidently. Some people will forever be etched in your mind.

My Grandma is one of those people.  She fits every one of the above characteristics, and then some. 

Today is Grandma's 94th birthday.  Her life, all 94 years, has been a blessing to more people than I can count.  I am just one of the many hundreds (literally) she has touched with a lasting love.  Her devotion to God and family always came first, but if you were not family, you were treated as if you were! 

Giving-she is always willing to share what she has with others.  Her hospitality is something I strive for.  She   has a way with making everyone feel welcome.  She has on a couple occasions even been known to invite the Mormons and Jehovah Witnesses into her kitchen and chat over some coffee and donuts.
Respected-all those who know her are struck with her honesty and integrity
Adored-she is one of those people who it is impossible to NOT love.
Nurturing-she was always available and overly willing to take care of me, and others.
Donut maker-She always had treats in the cookie jar for unannounced guests including donuts.
Minimalist-she never needed "stuff" to make her happy.  It is all about the relationships with people.
Adventurous-she loves to travel and has visit all 50 states and many foreign countries.

I have countless stories from growing up so close to Grandma (and Grandad) and can talk endlessly about these loving people.  I am so thankful Grandma is MY Grandma! 

Below are some scanned photos that I have.  They bring back such beautiful memories.

 This is Grandma and Grandad.  It was the rare occasion to see them apart, so this is quite a typical moment.

 This is showing what Grandma enjoys most-people!  She is holding my son Zackariah in 2004.

 This is one of my favorites!  They dressed in their wedding attire for their 50th wedding anniversary.        June 1995.

 Grandad, their daughter Ingrid, Grandad's mother Besty, Their son (my dad) Gregor, and Grandma. 

This is Grandma (right) and Grandad's mother Besty on Mother's Day in 1966.  

Grandma, you are one fine and special lady. 

Thank you for everything. 

 All my love,

 Kirsten.

Casting an Experiment

This morning I am casting an experiment. 

I am going to share the very last photo I have taken. 

I am not sure what it is.

This could be a daring experiment. 

My camera is currently downloading the most recent photos. 

I suddenly become a bit nervous and self conscious about what it is.

For real, thoughts of inadequacy are emerging. 

I continue on.  

I suppress the negative thoughts.

Be brave, Kirsten.

I'm feeling a bit more confidence. 

My curiosity is peaked. 

I hope it is a good one!

Here it is.  Trees.

Although it may just be a bunch of trees, each photo has a story behind it.  This one is of no exception. 

The story:
I enjoy the outdoors.  I find that I do not enjoy the outdoors. 
Contradiction?  Nope.
As much as I like being outdoors, I find that I do not make the time to enjoy moments like these.  I sit, using  my computer and waste moments by perusing online sites and before long way more time has passed than I anticipated.  So, the day of this photo, I decided I was going to treat our dog Carlee to a walk in the woods. (This really was my mindset..  Treating my dog.  But, it was more for me, I can be selfish, and try to trick even myself!)  We drove to Blue Mound State Park.  I had seen a sign for hiking trails there last weekend.  I found them.  We walked a couple miles in the woods.  The exact woods of this photo.  The sound of the crunching fallen leaves with each step was blissful.  The various outdoor scents were intriguing to Carlee.  I snapped some pictures of the beautiful creation around me in hopes to capture overdue moments of time spent outdoors.  It was a precious, yet ordinary hike.  Just like the photo.  

So there it is.  Proof that I really have been out, living. 

So Long...

As I just wrote the title "So Long..." I realized it could be taken two ways.  It could mean, farewell, for I have forsaken this blog far too long and have quit...or it could simply mean, it has been an extended amount of time since I have posted an entry.  In this case, I am referring to the later.  Although I have forsaken this blog for far too long, I think of it often.  I want to be diligent and post meaningful entries more often.  But, I have been caught up living life.  Both are good.  Now I choose to make my way back to being a regular blogger, while living life.

I am a visual person, therefore this would not be true to me if it did not reveal some snippet of my life through a photo.  I am going to randomly select a candid photo from the past week...

Here is a typical moment in our home.  The boys love to read. 

A bit of background to the photo... I select many books throughout the year from books sales, Scholastic book orders, discount book warehouses etc. and I save them for trips or presents or just for fun as a random gift to the kids.  Dan had shuffled through our book stash and picked out 2 books to give to the kids for a lazy Saturday morning.  He had asked Zack if he wanted to read and he did.  So, in this moment, Zack was reading his new book.  Owen had to patiently wait for his turn to read his new book.  As Zack was reading I pulled out the camera to capture a candid moment.  (You know, the type where people are not strategically placed by lining up in front of some neat object or scenery).  When Owen saw the camera, he started making unique, yet partially subtle, silly faces waiting for me to notice and tell him to stop.  I did not tell him to stop.  I just snapped the photo.  Voila.  A candid moment.  Sometimes you just have to let personalities shine to capture the true person. 

Soon to come in a future blog...more moments from the Fawcett home.

It's good to be back.

Bridges

I intentionally took pictures of covered bridges while in New Hampshire.  It was just one of those things I sought out.  I captured 3.  I saw 6.  Covered bridges have an old New England feel to them, and up until this past trip to NH I did not have strong feelings toward New Hampshire, outside of the fact that I was born there and grew up there.  But, as in my last blog, it is easy to overlook those things that are so close to you.  I grew up so close to the Smith Bridge that I could see it out my bedroom window, and we in fact lived on Smith Bridge Road.  But it was not very lovely to me then.  I wish it was.  But it was not.

Another quaint bridge is the Campton Covered Bridge.  (If I have the name wrong on this one, please feel free to correct me),  This one was about a 10 minute drive from my NH home growing up.  I think I saw it 3 times in 15 years.  And, it was insignificant.  What was I thinking, and how could I be so blind to all of these interesting and historic sights?

The 3rd bridge that I captured is in Littleton, NH.  It is a foot bridge, so no cars allowed!  It has such picturesque scenery so one can not help but pull out the camera on the trek across and capture a babbling brook (there are only brooks in NH, no creek's for all you Midwesterner's reading).  This one is outside of my grandmother's assisted living facility so she has a lovely view every day!  The brook there I am sure is intertwined (due to her lack of memory) with the one next to her home in Rumney, NH...how great to live by such beautiful God-made beauty! In the words of Leeann Womack, "I hope I never loose the sense of wonder".


My beautiful Grandma who is not a bridge, but helped to etch the (eventual) appreciation of NH in me.



I am sure there are some great and wise words to combine bridges with life, but for now, I am going to leave it at this.  I have a new found appreciation for quaint New Hampshire covered bridges and hope my eyes are continually opened to every day ordinary wonder.

Missing the Close Stuff

I can not believe that I passed by Quincy Bog at least 4 out of 7 days a week for more than 10 years and never visited!  I was excited to meet a dear friend and her family during my NH visit and we explored the Bog.  Later, I found out that my grandparents helped to get the bog started and invested money in this natural area.  What a fun time, even in the misty rain!  I like that there is such a beautiful place, so close to where we are!  So, I guess the moral of this "story" is don't look far away to see God's beautiful creation.  It is often in those common areas that are overlooked.  We tend to think that you have to go somewhere far away to experience the neat and exciting places.  If we stop and examine our own "backyard" I think it will be amazing what we find.

Thanks dear friend for suggesting this lovely spot to meet up and for being a dear friend!  It was treasured time for sure!