Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mothers Day!  (heart, flower, xoxox)  I love you Mommy with all my heart.  I love you around the world a thousand times and back again.  Mommy I know how hard it is to clean up after five kids who never clean up after themselves.  (here she draws a face with a straight line for a mouth).  I know if I was a mother of five children who never clean up after themselves I wouldn't be half as good as you.  (here she draws a smiley face).

Yours Truly,

Your Prairie Poppet

My gift from my girls?  They dreamed it up on their own and I couldn't have been more thrilled.  An hour long full body massage with, get this, hot stones that they BOILED and drained.  These girls crack me up.  Their favorite passtime with their friends these days is to play spa, I have to say I was happy to be their guinea pig. The boys and their dad bought me flowers for my garden.  It was a great mothers day.

Sneaky Escapades.

So today one of my best friends asked me if my kids ever did "sneaky" things.  I thought about it for a minute and couldn't really think of anything worse than The Hero who has a habit of getting his hand caught in the cookie jar (and I say that quite literally) from time to time.  My daughters were within earshot when the question was posed but I seriously couldn't think of anything sneaky they had ever done.

Lo and behold, this evening, my oldest (10) comes shuffling downstairs and tells me, with tears in her eyes and a trembling voice that she won't be able to go to sleep until she confesses something sneaky that she had done.   Taken aback, I patted my knee and she came and snuggled me and shakily told me that yesterday, while I was running, she had removed the screen from her bedroom window and crawled out on the ROOF.  Not only she, but her 8 year old sister had accompanied her (recall with me if you will the account of Anne walking the ridgepole of Moody Spurgeon's summer kitchen?).  Dear me, those two little rotters! 

I'm afraid I may be taking their lives in my hands if I continue to read them any more of Anne's (mis)adventures.  But truth be told, their recitation of poetry has become such a joy to my ears.  Anne's brought some added adventure into their lives, but some culture too :) 

My Epitaph?

Prairie Girl and The Poppet love to keep journals.  I love to read their journals.  I love the fact that they don’t care if I read their journals.   They are moving into the raging hormone stage of the tween years, and that can be  a real roller coaster ride in print, and truth be told sometimes what I read makes me laugh and sometimes what I read makes me cry (always in a good way though). 

The last time I had ever taken a glance at The Poppet’s diary she was still writing words out in a kindergarten scrawl, you know, just the way they sound.  It was quite moving to glance through a few recent entries and see such a neat little handwriting and such depth of thought and emotion (sometimes). 

One entry was; “Today we watched the most wonderful movie ever made.  It is called Anne of Green Gables.  No, actually, the movie was not wonderful.  Words can not describe this movie.”  :)

I also noticed she had taken on the habit of describing every single person she wrote about in her diary. 

“Today Aunty Nise was over over for lunch.  She is medium tall, has long brown hair and brown eyes and dimples when she smiles.  She is about 35.”

“Today Uncle Bryan watched us while Mommy went to the doctor.  He is not very tall, has no hair, and blue eyes.  He is about 35.”

“Today Aunty Marian came over for tea.  She is very small, has shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes.  She is about 35.”

Apparently anyone over 20 and under 50 is “about 35” :)

Then it was my turn.  And I quote;

“My mom has brown hair that used to be long but she cut it, not too short.  She has blue eyes and dimples when she smiles.  She is about 35 and she yells alot.  I don’t say that to be rude, but it’s true.”

Sigh.  Grrrr.  Argh.  Hmph.  I hope by the time I die they will have nicer things to say on my epitaph =)

Hester Gray

I’ve been losing myself in the beautiful world of Avonlea, enjoying it so immensely through my daughters’ shining eyes and sighs and giggles.  I can see the romance and flights of fancy that are so intrinsically woven into the character of Anne with an E spilling over into the lives of my own sweet girls.  Their bedroom is strewn and canopied with pine boughs and bundles of dried grasses (poor girls, that’s all that’s to be found on the prairies this dreary time of year) and the other day I was walking along the road when I did a double take at a flower that appeared to blossoming at the gate to a little grave plot on the corner of our property. 

A double take because flowers don’t bloom around here at this time of year!  Moseying over I discover this,

a little bundle of fake flowers entwined on the plaque

     

and I just had to smile and shake my head.

A few days earlier we had been reading the chapter where the girls discover little Hester Gray’s garden and Anne is so enthralled with Hester’s story that she begins taking flowers from the garden to lay at Hester’s tombstone whenever she goes there to take June Lilies to Matthew’s grave. 

My girls.  Little Romantics and Dreamers. 

How I love it!

Watoto

 

We had the great privilege of getting to attend a performance of the Ugandan Children’s Choir hosted by our church.  I grinned ear to ear and bawled the whole way through.  What a testimony of hope and joy and grace.  As we drove home (Prairie Guy was on a road trip that night so it was just me and the kids) I asked the kids how they would describe the Watoto children if they had to use one word.  Prairie Girl said “Joy”, The Poppet said, “Praise”, The Hero said, “Happy” and The Rugrat said “Dancy”.

I told the kids that I wanted them to remember those joyful faces and what a difficult life those children have had and how their hope and joy is in JESUS.  I told them I was instituting a new key word… Watoto.  Anytime I hear them whining or lamenting or bickering I’m going to say Watoto and I want them to picture the Watoto children and reconsider their behavior.

Well of course we weren’t far into the following day before I had a chance to use our new key word.  I don’t remember why or to whom it was directed but what I do remember is a little 2 year old parrot coming up behind me and quizzically repeating “Wah-toe-toe?”  Seems this little Punk is too young to understand key words and has no clue what is going on, but the rest of us get real mileage out of his “Wah-toe-toe?” every time we get to hear it, which is whenever I say it, which has been less and less, thankfully :)

Nighttime Ramblings of a Prairie Rugrat

  

“There was an old woman who swallowed a cow… she died somehow.  There was an old woman who swallowed a fly, I don’t know why… of course she died.  There was an old man who bumped his head… on the bed… and on the window and on the door and on the floor cause he slipped and fell… on my lego…  There was an old woman… fee fie fiddlee aye oh, fee fie fiddlee aye oh, fee fie fiddlee aye oh… to catch the flies that were in her room, because she couldn’t go to sleep, even though she had her jammies on, the poor old woman couldn’t go to sleep so of course she died.  In her room.  Of course.”

I was lying in bed working on a Sudoku and therefore got to jot this gem down word for word.  Awesome.  Just a bit earlier I had to smile when he was saying his prayers and said, “and thank you for my baby brother and that he is going to turn 2.  and then he is going to turn three and then he is going to turn four and then he is going to turn five…