homestead happenings: shift
This morning we woke to a few fluffy inches of snow, more falling. The air was so cold and dry, I literally swept the snow clean off our stairs as if it were confectionary sugar sprinkled by Martha Stewart in the night. I threw all the miscellaneous mittens in a pile and told the kids to figure out which ones still fit, thinking to myself: wow, this is what 6 and 4 looks like. By the time we were suited up, the sun was out, streaking across the bluest sky. “It’s so Colorado,” my friend Mikel said about the fierce snow followed by even fiercer sun. Indeed.
We’re fine-tuning our winter routine around here, realizing that ideally the kids need to eat dinner around 5:00 pm and be in bed by 6:30pm. Which, I know, is crazy! Last night after we got them in bed I told Dan I wasn’t sure if I had the energy to make egg nog and lip balm, as planned. And then Dan reminded me, “Rachel, it’s 6:17 pm.”
We’re going to miss some all-family dinners (Dan doesn’t get home until 6pm 3 nights/week), but it’s for the best because mealtime had become like one of those classy dinner theaters except with a vague circusy theme. See the clowns! The galumphing elephants! Don’t miss biting monkeys! Col was becoming the bodily equivalent of a ventriloquist, but instead of throwing his voice across the room, he’d adhere a small piece of himself to his chair while the rest of his body projected under the table biting Rose’s feet.
“Get me, Coley!” Rosie shrieked, while Dan and I looked down at Col’s chair to see nothing but his left foot remaining.
The upswing is that I crack a pre-dinner beer at 4pm and by 9pm, it’s lights out.
On the Homestead:
:: This morning I spotted Rose carting a load of stuff across the living room. “Where are you going, sweetie?” “To Col’s room for a playdate.”
~they gather in front of Col’s heater like hobos to a fire every morning~
:: We made laundry soap for the first time. Super easy. Super cheap. We used this recipe. Smoked deer heart optional.
:: Our inside time has led to more fermenting adventures. Fermenting appeals to my maternal side, tending to all my bubbling, fizzy charges.
~Left to right: kombucha, ginger brew, apple vinegar. This is my first time making kombucha, any recommendations?~
:: We dug all our remaining carrots last week.
Some of them made it into the gallery of strange and amusing roots. Like this one, whom we call, porn star:
This one is, codependent:
This is, you’ve got a friend:
:: We’re making our second batch of leaf mold this year. Dan’s mom, Judy, sent me a bag of her finished leaf mold, which if you know me is a totally appropriate gift. Plus, it appeals to me in a million ways: pile up leaves, water them, forget about them, in 6-12 months you have a fantastic soil amendment. Directions here.
~Our friend Natalie brought over several tarp-loads of leaves. We both secretly think we’re getting the best deal and the other is nutso for not wanting/wanting so many leaves~
:: Life imitates Art! Col drew this picture of an sea serpent, and then weeks later we found this stuffed animal at a garage sale.
:: So, you know how Dan takes the kids on these wildlife drives early on Sunday mornings? Recently he was pointing out the spot where he and the kids saw a buck deer trailing a harem of does. “That’s where Rose snapped out of her whine-cycle,” Dan commented. I was surprised there’s any complaining on Sunday morning drives with Daddy. “Oh, it’s just the usual complaining that comes between being completely engaged,” Dan explained nonchalantly. (Reason # 175 why I love him: unruffled by kids being kids).
:: Our friend, Rowan, gave us tickets to ride the Polar Express Train. The kids were served hot chocolate and cookies and told that if they sang Christmas carols loud enough, Santa would appear. Indeed, the old man lumbered down the train aisle, visiting each kid. When he got to Rose, he bent down with a basket of special polar express silver bells in his hand. “I haven’t seen you for awhile,” Santa told her.
Rose: *blank stare*
Santa: I met you last year, but you were sleeping.
Rose: I want a pony.
Santa: Oh. *chuckles* We’ll have to see if you’ve been good. I’ll check my list.
Rose: A pony that can do everything.
Santa: Here’s a bell for you!
Rose: no thanks.
~Durango was once voted “worst dressed town.” I can’t imagine why~
Happy Wednesday friends!
ps: Has anyone read Cutting for Stone? It’s an amazing story about families, practicing medicine in a 3rd world country, growing up and love. I’m not even done but am so enthralled, I’m recommending it.