Saturday, May 29, 2010

A Simple Saturday

first harvest of radishes.




me & elizabeth.
a dip.

baby play.


"Simple" just might be the best kind of Saturday there is...

Thursday, May 27, 2010

The Privilege of Motherhood :: A Quote

"Here is another sweet, fragrant mouth to kiss;
here are two more feet to make music with their pattering about my nursery.
Here is a soul to train for God, and the body in which it dwells is worth all it will cost since it is the abode of a kingly tenant...
Yes, my precious baby, you are welcome to your mother's heart,
welcome to her time,
her strength, her health,
her tenderest cares,
to her lifelong prayers!
Oh, how rich I am, how truly, how wonderfully blest!"

quote: Elizabeth Prentiss

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Na-Da Barn Sale :: Frenchy Fun

I've been waiting all day to sit and compose this post. Through laundry (one finds herself simply buried in laundry after a full-family road trip) I thought of our drive into the land of the Na-Da Farm...


As I wiped sweet, peanut butter covered mouths I remembered the welcoming atmosphere...

...and the sweet juxtaposition of frilly french flea market set in a rough barn.

Coffee and cinnamon rolls the size of my head awaited us on our arrival. Yes, please!


Is this not the stuff of dreams?

We shopped and shopped (as soon as we picked our jaws up off the floor) - and went around for another go.
Each time we circled the wares at the barn we found something new to "ooh" and "ahh" over.

A really special treat: one of my moms favorite friends, whom we haven't seen in ages, was able to meet us with her cutie little girls. A really precious reunion.
Here we are, putting on our game faces and shopping that barn for all it's worth.



Anne Marie makes these gorgeous apron-dress hybrids (she calls them "Elizabeth") that are crafted out of the most luxurious linen. The rosette at the top, the pleats, the ruffles down the front. She looked so terribly adorable in hers that I just had to get my own Elizabeth. Below is a white one with peacock feathers tucked in the sash...mine is grey. I love it.

Yes, all of this gorgeousness was in a barn. All of it. See? A henny penny peeking through the slats to be sure we're all behaving ourselves.



And then...there's the patisserie. I'm a gonner for all things French and all things baked. So this was probably my favorite corner of the barn. Silly? Maybe. But totally warranted because look at how magical...

Sister enjoyed the macarons. But I think not as much as myself. I'm a fiend; a total addict. Thanks, Angela, you've really done it now. The Dark Belgian Chocolate were my favorites along with the Lavender flavor.

Then we took a little stroll around Na-Da Farm.
Something about a little girl in antique scarlet ladies gloves makes my heart happy.
Sweet boy Britt likes the farm life.
Like Mama like Baby.
(do you see the gorgeous colors? almost too pretty to eat.)
And here is my mom's cute little car full to the brim with wonderful treasures we took home from the sale. We left the farm with happy hearts, full bellies and smiles on our faces.
I might sound completely cliche and you might want to hit your "x" button at the top right of your screen when you read this but...
while I took away some fun goodies that make me insanely happy when I look at them in my house (photos to come later) the thing I took home that gives me the most joy are the new friendships.
Angela, Mrs. B. and Anne Marie.
These girls are as charming in real life as their blogs are. Total sweethearts.
Now, I am no photographer...I'm not even trying to be. If you want to see some real photos of this event you should visit these blogs:
Sanctuary Art -
this is the blog of Jennifer Rizzo, the one who make my amazing peacock chair.
She was a fun friend too, so sad I didn't get a picture with her!
It was so fun...did ya catch that in all my ooey gooey oozing of delight? Methinks you did.
I'm hearing rumblings of another farm sale to come in the future. Oh my...I'd better start saving up for that one. Money AND calories.

Na-Da Barn Sale :: Sneak Peek

The weekend was a whirl-wind. The barn sale was beyond my expectations. I'm excited to do a full post on my perspective of the sale but until I catch up on a little laundry, dishes and unpacking I will not (should not) be sitting at my computer with the luxury of reliving my experience. Here are a couple of pictures to entice you...



Yes, it really was this good.

And...who could be the proud new owner of this gorgeous, hand painted peacock chair?
Who could it possibly be?
Who?
Who?

I'll give you a hint: Starts with a "Mrs." and ends with a "B."
:)


More later...

Friday, May 21, 2010

Mystery Dish...

A little culinary guessing game is good for the mind. That's what they always say, right? Right-o!

What could my sister and I possibly be concocting in the kitchen with these ingredients?

extra virgin olive oil, tahini (this probably gives the dish away) and lemon juice


sun dried 'maters

oregano from my herb garden
(I love saying "my herb garden." It makes me feel so warm and domestic and things. So you might be seeing that phrase a lot.)


chickpeas


must have: pita chips, veggies or naan as an accompaniment

sis and Beck: the capable chefs
If you haven't already figured it out by my ample photo clues, go here or here to get the recipe and try it in your own kitchen.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Barn Sale Bound!

I'm so excited to be headed to Na-Da Farm for the Barn Sale this weekend!




In addition to some sumptuous shopping I think I'll get to say a quick "hello" to her and I will surely be coming home with some of these gorgeous macarons...


photos from Na-Da Farm and Parisienne Farmgirl

Yippee!

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder


The Evie-girl had been gone for a few days. Trotting the globe (...or the county, more accurately) with her Grandma Honey.

Beck was left in the less-than-stimulating company of Britt for that time. He sure did miss his sister. "Mom, where's Evie?" "Mom, wanna play 'Memory' with me?" "Mom, when will Evie be home?" Were a few of his most said phrases. He missed his fight...er...playmate.

Evie finally arrived back home. They were in hugging, squealing sibling-reunion bliss for approximately five minutes. And then, from the other room, I hear this:

*Squabble, squabble. Bang, bang.*

"Ouch!"

"Gimme that!"

Beck: "Evie, I DO NOT miss you anymore!"


B&E at T-Ball practice. April 2010.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

New Quote

Much of the world would agree that being a housekeeper is acceptable as long as you are not caring for your own home; treating men with attentive devotion would also be right as long as the man is the boss in the office and not your husband; caring for children would even be deemed heroic service for which presidential awards could be given as long as the children are someone else's and not your own.
-Dorothy Patterson

I'd love to get some of your thoughts on what Dorothy Patterson has said about the status of being a homemaker, a wife and a stay-at-home mom...

Eye of the Storm

I'm not a big one for metaphors. We leave the metaphor-making up to Mr. B. in this household. That man can come up with amazingly fitting, profound comparisons quicker than I can change a diaper...and that's sayin' something!

Early this morning, at Britt's 4 am feeding, I was thinking about him and I. Our Mommy/Baby relationship. It is a lot different than my relationships with Beck and Evie were. Life was a whole lot quieter and focused when I just had one, even two, babies. But there's no less love or connection between the two of us.

It's like this (and here's the awesome metaphor my foggy, genius brain came up with in the wee hours): There's this storm whirling all around the two of us; Britt and I. And we are in the eye of it. We're in the calm place. With the whir of activity that a full household brings - two preschoolers, two dogs, one amazing daddy-man - my baby and I can lock eyes and the chaos fades to a faint din. We grin at each other, I tickle a belly, I inhale his baby smell, I kiss his downy head. And we reach that eye if for only a precious moment or two.

The bond that is forming between me and my last baby (putting it out there in faith, folks) sometimes takes my breath away. I am the light of that kid's world. Absolutely. And that's the way it should be.

Soon enough my li'l Britt will be moving steadily toward the storm of sippy cups and high chairs, pull-ups and matchbox cars, toddler swings and goldfish crackers...
It sort of breaks my heart to think about.
But for now, we're in the eye of the storm and for that I will be grateful.


I am so going to show my husband, who makes fun of my every attempt at metaphor, this blog. He will be so impressed. :)

Sunday, May 16, 2010

May Days

I miss posting bits and pieces of our life here on the old blog...it's been a fun outlet and way to share the sweetness of our days. I'll get back to the regular blog routine when life (and babies) don't demand so much of my attention.
Having a new baby in the house can really zap a girl's blog mo-jo.
Here's a bit of May thus far:
Peonies from the neighbor. Yep, this same one from last year.
I could get used to this little tradition.
There has been lots of hanging out in our jammies...or lack thereof.
Saturday mornings are spent running around the baseball diamond for Beck's T-Ball practice.
Beck is practicing with his coach, Ira and Evie are doing their own version of T-Ball/croquet/soccer and Britt and I do this:
Smile and coo at each other in the warmth and quietness of our car.
(Yes, we have a GM - "Government Motors" - vehicle. So sue me, I wanted a car that could fit my entire brood and not be as lame as a minivan. Hence, the Tahoe.)
Made my first solo venture with the three little piggies to the zoo. It wasn't half bad.

Found a new, sweet updo for Miss Eves to wear. Inspired by her.

Reading the Children's Bible. They must've read the story of Jesus on the cross because it led to this:

"Jesus" in the burial clothes...

Which led to this:

"Jesus" getting hungry for fried chicken.

Loving me some kiwi lately...

Britt met his great grandma and grandpa for the first time. Gave them quite the thrill with a sweet lil grin.

I threw together these awesome little blackberry crisps. Blackberries with a squirt of Agave nectar. Toss some walnuts and oats with a teeeny weeeny bit of butter, cinnamon and vanilla. Bake for 15 minutes and boom, dessert.
We celebrated Papa's (my dad) birthday with some massive cupcakes from this grand place.
Evidence of huge cupcakes? The sugar crash immediately following.




May has been sweet as pie.