cold and clear

I know. It’s February. It’s cold. Every inch of snow that has fallen since December is still out there, piling up, not thinking for a second of melting.

But.

You know what cold usually means, here in the North Country? Sunshine. Bright blue skies. Sparkling snow falling like diamonds from the sky. And speaking of diamonds, how about those stars, brighter and clearer than any you see all summer?

Even in February, even when the high is 9*, it’s just beautiful.

What 9* looks like up North:

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day by day

Routine days. The kind you crave come mid-August, the kind that can drive you mad by March. And not just routine; in my life, in this season, routine also means little. Chats that don’t get much deeper than cool battle scenes in Star Wars and what color socks are your favorite and you’re responsible for the arm that just jumped out and hit your sister, even though you swear it did it on its own. Tasks that are not much more demanding then deciding if the aqua dress is light enough to slip in with the whites, or the slightly more complex balance of screaming babe while toddler calls for you after falling in deep snow. Beauty that is as simple and sweet as a perfect freckle and toes that are pink and the sounds of harmony rather than bickering.

These have been my days.

Trench-digging, stone-laying. Sometimes muddy and mucky and awful, sometimes with pretty rocks that fit together without even trying — but still. Foundations. Being faithful day in, day out.

Seeing past the surface and confidently giving yourself completely to the silly chats and mundane tasks and simple treasuring, because it’s about loving people made in the image of God. More, calling hearts to Christ and shaping arrows to fly true.

*****


Football fans with their daddy, watching the Superbowl. I had no idea 5 year olds could watch for 4 hours. But they can.


Sun that shines so often here in the frozen north.


The
Susan Constant and Jamestown. Sometimes learning is a bit messier than a textbook and pencil. But so much more fun.


My girlies watch while I do my little morning exercise. Some day we’ll be drinking coffee together in the wee hours, three women serving Jesus. For now, they’re my little princess babes.


Watching and waiting for our paperwhites to bloom. Hurray!


That awkward hour before dinner. All four gathered and entertained for at least a few minutes. (Don’t worry; I’m watching Fiona, although she just doesn’t move much yet, in true Sinclair fashion.)


Always something to amuse: Jameson dusted the table and turned our family of elephants into “shrimp cocktail.”


A snowy day yesterday meant fresh fields of sparkling diamonds today.


Snow forts are the thing.


This one. Growing every day. Reminding me that all of these days really do add up to Time.

today.

Today was a real day.

Real exhaustion.
Real tears.
Real love.
Real need.
Real tenderness.
Real togetherness.
Real correction.
Real forgiveness.
Real weakness.
Real strength.

*****

I almost bailed on going outside. I really did! I was just so tired I was falling asleep standing up. But I figured, if I’m going to do that, there’s no reason I couldn’t do it outside. Right?

Two hours.

120 minutes slipped by while we got completely caught up in warmer temperatures, sun on our faces, exploring the woods, and brushing snow off an “ice rink” on a frozen-over clearing. I stood with my face to the sun, and then looked out over the wide field. Three little people, all in their own little worlds, laying face down in the snow, studying and feeling and being mesmerized.

It was the perfect day for 15 acres of country.

I felt beyond blessed.

*****

She sings. For two hours, she treks and falls and sings the whole time. Then she recounts every detail at dinner time and ends with, “And wasn’t dat pun [fun], Mama?” So, so fun, little lady. Because you are.

William made maze after maze, hoping to stump Jameson and me. He also escorted Beatrice and me back to the house at the end of our day, making sure to clear branches and hold our hands. Gem.

This boy. He just loves me, and it amazes me. He cares about me and notices me. He’s quick to help if he senses I’m tired or down. It doesn’t matter how rough a morning may have been, he’s cheerful and whistling and setting a pace of joy for every activity. He forgives me, long before I repent. A true gift.

And this is what she did for two hours, only zipped inside my coat inside my ergo. Snug as a bug. We “skated” and danced and climbed together. I sang in the middle of the woods at the top of my lungs, and she never stirred. Happy to be near me. Always.

There were toes to be warmed, of course.

…and toes to be examined. Must not have a stray fuzz in there. That would be bad.

Love this baby.

Love all these babies.

Love these babies’ daddy.

I am blessed.

tips, tricks, and faves!

Renee tagged me in this fun post about her recent tips, tricks, and faves.

Hmmm. That kinda stumped me! I’m feeling pretty devoid of tips ‘n’ tricks these days, although I’m all ears if you’d like to share yours! We could use a little fresh pep in the routines here at the Dunphey house, you know? But I’ll share some favorites, and some things I keep doing because they seem to work.

So, in no special order:

:: Tupler! Yup, I’m still chipping away. I feel like I probably should do an “official” update blog post, but the quick version is this: I can’t seem to get over the Week 5 or 6 hump, at which point the exercises begin to take up some serious time. But I’m not terribly discouraged by that; since the entire program is based on the same exercises, I figure I’m just on the super-slow trajectory at this point. My DR has gone from 8+ fingers to -3, so progress! My splint is pretty worn out after 18 weeks straight of being worn, but I feel like my muscles are finally holding their own, and I don’t “need” it as much (it definitely leant support!)

:: This little routine, for when I need to just do something a little different, or add some movement in the morning (since more often than not, I wake up sore and stiff and needing to stretch!)

:: Laundry folded, and dishwasher/dish drain emptied before breakfast. The laundry room still sometimes looks like a disaster, but I know that if I just keep cycling the loads through during the day, they’ll get folded first thing the next morning, and evenutally that leads to a moment of having the laundry caught up. Also, starting my day with every clean dish put away somehow helps me to keep things washed and put away all day long. (This, of course, is what I aim for. Once in awhile, it doesn’t happen, and then I quickly see how important a habit it is for me to keep up! Ha!)

:: Granola, bread, and brown rice! Colorful, I know. We’re keeping food simple these days, and I’m surprised by just how simple it can be, while still being yummy and pretty healthy! Keep veggies in that mix, and ta-da. You have the menu for many of our recent days.

:: Justus Martin’s store. Half the fun of living up here “in the sticks” is knowing where most of your food comes from, and being friends with many of your providers! I love loading up on Prairie Gold Wheat and dark cocoa and so many great things, and supporting a family I truly admire. If you’re local, check him out!

:: The Pocket Docket. I am not one for bells and whistles when it comes to organization. If it isn’t simple, and if it isn’t right there where I can see it, I don’t end up using it. This nifty little sheet has been in constant use for years now. Best part? The “MIT”s — most important things. You can only pick three each day! I punch holes in them and keep it in a black binder, along with sections for shopping lists, garden plans, decorating ideas, sermon notes, home school objectives and resources, and monthly calendars. This scattered space-cadet is really trying!!

:: My Clever. The amazing flavor of French press without the, you know, sludge. (There’s gotta be a better word!) I love it. I like making it in the afternoon — taking a minute to slow down and stir and steep, and then divide between his and her cups. In case you’re wondering, I have to recommend trying any of these roasts. (The Peru is wonderful!)

:: The Chronicles of Narnia (out loud to the boys), Indian Captive (for fun, for me), and Psalms (for me.) These are the things being read right now. Also, along those lines, head lamps for the boys! We’re not always prompt enough with bedtime to allow for extra reading, but I do my best, because they love sitting in bed and just reading. I creep down the hall and hear them happily chatting away about this picture, or that passage. And Jameson pores over “his” Bible. He just loves reading it every night.

:: My Dutch oven. I just love chopping and mixing and throwing it in the oven for hours. Yes, I could use a slow cooker, too, but I’ve just never been a huge fan. This, though, I love. Do you have a favorite make-it-and-forget-it recipe? Pass it along!

:: Candles. If half the fun of living up here is the local food supply, the other half is cozy. (Cozy is NoCo-speak for “freezing cold outside, so honey, grab an afghan and don’t go anywhere.“) I love wool blankets and wool slippers and sweaters that layer and layer. But those are for feeling cozy. For looking cozy, there are candles. The other reason I love them is that right about 4:45pm, when I’m starting to feel like my little minions are losing it and we’re on the brink of loony-house, I quickly grab a lighter and create quiet. Go sit by the fire and read a book. Lay on the blanket with the baby. Help me set the table. Turn on Bach in the background. They all settle and calm, and we move into evening, that wonderful time of winding down the day. (Then comes bedtime. And the moment is over.)

:: Smiles and laughter. This is a tip I need to remember more often. Stop being the director and just dive in! Laugh and smile and exude joy! It is a gift available to us at every moment, regardless of the circumstances. I need a tip for remembering this tip!

:: Lastly, in light of how trivial these tricks may seem, but also impactful they can be, I read this post last night: Change is in the Oatmeal. How true that often is!

Tag! You’re it! What are some little things that are keeping the gears moving at your home and in your heart? Leave a comment here, or a link to your blog post. I love getting a peek into someone else’s world!

january tenth.

With the exception of a bad case of the flu for Ryan, we’ve had a wonderful first ten days of 2014.

Movie nights with candles…

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gazing at sleeping babies…

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playing with growing-too-fast babies…

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enjoying the massive sheet of ice that covers our property…

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look closely and you’ll find Jameson!

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making silly faces…

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learning new cleaning techniques, thanks to Norwex (and loving it!)…

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and watching my children live each day with joy and excitement.

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this week

This week has been:

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— tray after tray of cookies from oven. Happy little ones licking beaters. Christmas carols playing while we laugh and talk and frost and sprinkle. Boys excitedly setting up our cookie tins, assembly-line style, and filling each one. Excitement over bringing them to grandparents and neighbors and post mistresses and anyone they can think of.

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— children playing hockey in the basement, sledding and burrowing and frolicking for hours in frigid temps, Legos and duplos and even a movie, and books when Mama needed a bit less stimulus (ha!) Joyful, sparkling, anticipating. Three days of me baking, and they were only helpful.

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— pauses. This season I love that speeds right by, it requires pausing. Reflecting. Praying as I pack the cookies, repenting as I light the candle, receiving as I sing the Good News. Remembering the treasure and responding with my gift of all.