Sunday, November 17, 2019

Just a few moments out of a day


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This morning I let myself stay in bed.  I told myself, “You can stay in bed because you didn’t sleep well last night.  And since you are awake at 6am, you may consider this a nap, instead of “sleeping in”.  Because sleeping in isn’t good for you, as everybody knows.  Being a morning person is a habit of a highly successful person.  So I took an early morning nap before getting out of bed.  I got up at 8am.  It wasn’t fully light outside, which makes my early morning nap feel almost like it didn’t even happen, like I didn’t even waste the most important part of the day by napping.  That’s a wonderful relief.  When I got up and was sitting in my bed stretching and looking out the window, Luke joined me and asked me if I slept poorly.  He knows I like to nap in the mornings if I sleep badly in the night. 
-Yes, I couldn’t fall asleep.  And then I was awoken by a crying child shortly after falling asleep.  And then I took an early morning nap to recuperate.  I’m learning how to take care of myself this way.  Did you sleep well, Luke? 
-I would have slept well, if my brother hadn’t been crying in the night.  I would have slept straight through the night without even awakening to pee in the middle of the night, if I hadn’t been awoken.  But once I was awake I went pee anyway.  Then I slept right through until now…  Did you ever notice how the snow stays frozen on the clumps of dry grass the mower left behind but not on the green growing grass?
-Yes.  It does that.  Is it time to get moving?

We got up off my bed just as Seamus and Poppy climbed into the warm blankets with a stack of books.  I got dressed and put on my yellow jacket with the new zipper.  The seamstress just happened to have a yellow zipper tab in her sewing box and replaced the broken one with a brand new yellow one.  The new tab is a little darker than the zipper, but you wouldn’t notice unless you were the one zipping it, and that’s just me so I’m pleased.  My Dad bought me this jacket when I first moved to Canada in the belief that it gets much colder in Canada than it does in California and his youngest daughter should be protected against the cold.  I hadn’t packed a jacket. Or given it a thought.  I am sure lucky my Dad bought it for me though, because it does get pretty cold in Canada.  And here I am seventeen years later, still using that jacket.

I put on my rubber boots, and open the door to the entry where the dog is looking sleepy-eyes all warm and soft.  She has to stand up so I can get out the door, I cannot step down and over her.  But she likes an early morning nap, and I understand.  So I try to step over her, and down out the door in a clumsy way without pushing the doorbell.  She notices that it will be difficult for me to step over her and she stands up while I’m halfway down and so I squeeze her between my knees and lean over and hug her fuzzy mane of white fur with both arms all the way around her neck and kiss her right on the forehead where I like to smell her doggy warmth, and I say, “Good morning hairy dog.”  She says good morning back and then click-thumps her sleepy feet down the three stairs out onto the driveway.

The grass is crunchy this morning.  I walk real slow to hear the crunch better.  It’s as good as breaking the glass on top of a puddle.  It’s as good as peeling the bark off the birch tree.  It’s as good as having someone braid just one tiny section of my hair right down low by my neck.  Shivers.

“Good morning gooses!”  They love it when I say that.  They always honk at me and correct my grammar.  “Good morning back, Laura.  It’s GEESE.”  When I open the gate the two bravest ones look sideways at me as they scurry past.  The shy one hangs back until I make the dog sit, and I turn around like something’s terribly interesting behind me.  Then she races past.  When all three are outside the fence they all laugh like they have played the biggest trick on me.  Can you believe she let us out?  She has no idea what we’re going to eat in her garden or where we’re going to poop today!  Yes.  They’ve fooled me far too many times for it to be a coincidence.  Still I like to look out the window and see their graceful soft bodies swaying side to side as they meander.  How do they decide to where to go?  They’ve not got a very demanding to-do list. 

When I get back in the house I make coffee and toast and oatmeal.  When I walk past my bedroom I notice Seamus lying on his belly reading aloud to Poppy under the blankets on my bed.  This.  This is why.  This is why I live.

Everyone steps on everyone else’s toes in the corner by the toaster.  I need a knife and lean across to the cutlery drawer because if I move my feet someone will step into my spot and I won’t be able to return to the corner to butter the toast.  I will butter enough for everyone.  I can make more!, I say.  Who’s oatmeal is in the microwave?  To open the microwave I have to lean the other way.  There’s five of us in the kitchen.  Three of us are trying to make toast and oatmeal.  One of us is laying on the floor telling a story about a dog who wants to rescue someone using a helicopter.  One of us is standing on the counter to reach a cup in the cupboard. 

Eventually we’re all sitting at the table for a moment.  Luke is done eating just as I sit down with my coffee.  But he gets up and unloads the dishwasher like he’s supposed to.  And he does it without being asked.  And he’s still close by, so it feels like we’re all still having breakfast together.  I wish I had an 8 toast, toaster.  Then maybe we could all eat breakfast together.  I’d also need a huge pan to fry a dozen eggs in at once.  We are six people when Dad is home.  And three growing boys.  One growing girl.  Two adults who no longer eat the largest helpings at the table.  It makes me feel warm inside when I put food in front of my family.  I canned 52 jars of tomato sauce in October, and every time there was a batch of hot jars sitting on the counter I would just look at it and feel like This.  This is why.  This is why I live. 

My stomach feels warm and my head feels so light.  There’s a fullness in me like my body isn’t big enough for my heart, and I’m near to overflowing.  I feel at that moment like there’s enough of me to go around.  I feel generous and loving toward every created thing.  Like the world is glowing and my breath is shared with every other thing – like we’re all connected by a sparkling cobweb of connectedness and it’s a wonderful thing to be alive.  It’s a moment.  It’s a few heartbeats.  And then it goes away.  I wish it never had to go away, but then maybe I’d just stand here staring and smiling dreamily and starve to death…

Soon enough Seamus is gone again and I have to find him to remind him what he’s supposed to be doing.  He just wanders.  Like the geese.  He has a sufficient to-do list for an 8 year old, he just can’t be bothered to look at it.  There are so many books to read, and imaginative games to play.  Nothing’s nearly as important as that.  At least he’s not sitting in my garden digging carrots and taking one bite out of each one.  I look out the window.  Yep.  They couldn’t resist.  That row of carrots is now officially goose food.



Monday, November 12, 2018

Penelope Says

P:  I'm a genius, Mom!
Me:  What's a genius?
P:  It flies with wings.


Seamus has been telling lots of knock-knock jokes, and everyone but he and Penelope have now left the table.  Seamus begins again, "Knock! Knock!"  And Penelope shouts out, "Come in!"


Monday, May 7, 2018

24/28 days

This Spring has been exciting with our cat being pregnant and a hen deciding to sit on a nest of guinea fowl eggs!  Not to mention the usual excitement of Spring after months and months of severely cold weather. 

Our kittens are one week old today.  Their eyes are still closed.  What a fun surprise, waiting to see how many kittens she would have and what colors they would be!!  I could hardly contain myself - going out there two or three times a day to see if she was still pregnant! 

And now we are T minus 4 days for guinea eggs to begin hatching.  I don't expect high fertility rates because I sold some eggs to a local woman and she didn't have very good success hatching them in her incubator, but one or two new guinea keets would be so exciting for me!  Look at all my exclamation points in this post!  I really am living my dream.


Sunday, May 6, 2018

May 5, 2018

Yesterday Seamus turned SEVEN.  Where did time go?  This year one of my kids will reach double digits!  I've been a mother for nearly ten years.  I think I just need to sit with that for a while. 

I try to pay attention inside of every day and every moment.  I try to live that way, aware of right now.  And the reality that ten years has passed still takes me unawares. 

Important things that I haven't written about that are a huge part of our lives:


  • For nearly three years I have made sourdough bread every week for my family.
  • November 2016 my Mom got Guillan Barre syndrome, and suffered a brain injury.
  • March 2017 we moved to Dead Horse Creek and started living the country life.
  • February 2018 Derek's dad developed a brain bleed and suffered brain damage leaving Derek some really big shoes to fill at work.
  • I have been learning about meditation, essential oils, vibrational frequencies, and how all these things tie into my faith in God in really cool ways.
  • I have grown a set of wonderful friends over the last six years, at church and through the homeschool community, but a few have become my family:  Angeline, Jennifer, Rochelle and Elaine.
  • For three years now we have butchered pigs in the Fall with Mike and Angeline. 
  • Six years ago we began attending Covenant Mennonite Church
  • Making the decision to buy into the family business
  • Learning about parenting and homeschooling through authors like Shefali Tsabary, John Holt, and Gordon Neufeld
I am sure there are many more.  But for today I will leave it here.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Michael Finnigan Begin Again

I just don't want to forget things.  Four kids makes for lots of things to try and remember.  Weight, illnesses, funny phrases or pronunciations.  Today, without filling in the gap of TWO YEARS worth of missed blogging, I am going to jump right back in.  So that I don't forget.

Last week Poppy had immunizations.  At five months old she was 15lb, 14oz.  I dug through the blog for the other kid's weights and I couldn't find Benjamin's!  That's because I had post-partum depression and didn't write anything down....I'm sorry Benjamin.

Here's how they lay out:
Luke @ 3months: 17lb
Seamus @ 3months: 15lb, 14oz
Benjamin @ 3months: loved, but not recorded
Penelope @ 3months: 13lb, 13oz

Maybe I can go find Benjamin's in his immunization record...?


Monday, June 9, 2014

One of Each, Please.





Kids Say...

I have been writing these down in my book, but not getting to post them on the blog so there's a lot of them this time!

I knew I was raising boys, but being the only woman in a house full of xy chromosomes has its ... repugnant moments:  Sitting at breakfast one morning Seamus started screaming.  Derek was sitting beside him and gently and quietly assessed the situation, put his finger on one of Seamus's nostrils and said, "Blow".  Seamus promptly blew a cheerio out of his open nostril, picked it up, and ate it.

(sliding off the tall bed without help and talking to nobody in particular) I wasn't very scared, it's good to try new things. -S

I'm not practicing, I just like playing piano! -L

You shouldn't put almonds in your nose. -me

If you have working paper, you can make pirate ships! (construction paper) -L

Thanks for getting that booger off me. -S

Crapulation....seriously?! -L
No, crapul-ENCE. -D
For real, it's in the dictionary! -D

Gwammy and Gwampa are my best friends. -S

I climbed on the most gripful rocks. -L

Chipewayans are like dinosaurs and they have guns. -S
No, they have bows and arrows. -L
Right.  Chipewayans have bones and arrows. -S
(while reading Two Against the North)

You're sad now that I'm big. -S

The quarter is magneting to here! -:L

My birdhouse is gonna catch an eagle. -S

I'm the rotten egg!!!! (grinning and shouting) -S

The boys took off running and Seamus shouted, "I'm fast!"  Luke quickly pulled ahead and Seamus shouted just as joyfully, "I'm slow!"

My penis is a tall building. -S
What kind of building? -me
A business. -S
(eyebrows raised) It's his BIZ-ness. -Grampa

My wound is like the one Westley got from the Rodent: both on our left arms. Only his was from a rodent and mine was from the road. -L
Yours is a ROAD-DENT -D
Did you dent the road, or did the road dent you? -me
(we got a lot of mileage out of this one...pun intended)

Happy Easter egg hunt Mom! -S

I already went poop, Mom -S
When? -me
Sixteen pounds ago. -S

Easter is all about candy...and Jesus. -L

Barenaked Ladies and London Bridge are my favorite songs. -S

Why do Stanley and Luke get to sit by their chuthers? -S

I have most of my gummi bears 'cuz I suck. -L

I'm on my balance Mom! -S

(after lunch) Can you hose me up, Auntie Lissa Bergen? -S

 (after spinning) The house feels turning. -S

I cut my shirt with scissors so we should hammer some tape on it. -S

There's a Charlotte's Web interview! (preview) -L

Can I go tank-topping? -S

Seamus!  Don't cut Mommy's head off!  Just zing or cut her. -L

Mom! Pretend that I'm your son and that water is fire. -L

Benjamin's poop is yellow because he was out in the sun too long. -S