Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Michaelmas and Flying Kites

When we lived in Germany, we celebrated Michaelmas with kite flying. Our two oldest children visited a Waldorf Kindergarten for the mornings and had a lovely rhythm. Every year the children looked forward to "Michaeli" because they got to go to a local farmer's field and fly kites and sing songs. Afterwards, the teachers had a huge scale set up. Each child had a chance to take an apple of one of the sides of the scale. Every second child tried to bring this scale back into balance. It represents what Saint Michael did for Heaven, he brought back justice and balance. With daddy being gone tonight, we had to do our kite-flying last evening after dinner. We really wanted to fly a kite, but never brought our kites from Germany with us. With no kite, there wouldn't be much of a kite-flying session, now would there. Luckily good ole Walmart, had one kite left in stock and to the boys' and daddy's thrill, it was a kite in the shape of an X-Wing. So after dinner, we went to the local community soccer field / school grounds to fly our kite and kick around a soccer ball. It was almost too windy at times, and not windy enough at others, but dad and the kids managed to get the kite up pretty high. I unfortunately didn't get the chance to fly the kite, I was too busy playing soccer and playing air traffic controller. When the kite took a nose dive, look out! I had to rescue the little one or tell him where to stand. Up in the air, the X-Wing really looked like flames were coming out the back. The kids would say it was "awesome"! I can't wait until daddy comes home again on the weekend, so we can do that again. That is if it isn't snowing or something.

Monday, September 28, 2009


Do you have problems convincing your boys to get a haircut? I know I do. I am not sure why they are so against have a fresh new cut. I think it has to do with a fear of the hair clippers. Somehow we convinced our boys to take the plunge and get their shabby hair cleaned up and look at them now...

Conversation with a Four Year Old

At dinner last night, we were having a conversation about what we must do to get to Heaven. You can imagine that I was hoping for answers like being kind, helping others etc. But I believe my four year old gave the sweetest and most accurate answer of all...

Owen: We must die.

Friday, September 25, 2009

A New Quilt and Pillow for Mia

I was on a mission to finish a quilt in two days. My kids know that when I start a quilt, they should not get too excited because it usually takes a few years for me to finish it. I discovered the wonder of rag quilt making, when I made my new tote (check the previous post). It is quick and looks pretty nice. It is not my favourite type of quilt, as I prefer making a beautiful quilt top and spending years quilting in the little stitches that hold it together by hand. Anyone can make a rag quilt. Just google "rag quilt" and you will find hundreds of how-to's. I still had some nice material in my stash and bought a few new patterns to match to make my daughter's new quilt. It is backed with fleece that I bought in Germany a few years ago, the front is different cotton and broadcloths and instead of quilt batting I used and old flannel sheet. My machine would have went into a frenzy with quilt batting. Nonetheless, I finished it and it reminds me of going to a cabin. It is very rustic and humble looking. She loves it and that is all that matters. I wanted to make her a cute pillow to match. I searched the www and found a few quilt blocks that used up the rest of the quilt stash to make a cute pillow. Now if only I could finish the baby quilt before the baby is born and the Christmas wall hanging before Christmas, I am doing well.

Mia in the media room in the basement.

The pillow modeled on the master bed (her bed wasn't made lol).

New Totes

I mentioned last week that we had been feeling quite crafty. Well, that didn't change much this week. While the kids did their school work, I sewed like a wild woman. It was a lot of stopping and starting, afterall I am their teacher. They didn't mind the droning of the machine or the finished products that were produced. After making a bunch of playfood (post to follow soon), I made a tote for my beautiful daughter. She loves to carry her Father Lovasik books and prayer cards with her wherever she goes. I made here a messenger bag using this tutorial. Instead of on old pair of jeans, I used and old pair of baggy linen pants and used interfacing in the lining. I sewed a pocket inside that was made to fit her largest prayer cards and ignored their dimensions. I used a different applique and Mia ironed on a little tulip. She loves it. She would have posed with it if she had not been in her pj's.

First of all, I must mention that I am not a purse person. I own two and both are pretty ugly, but the do the job. I am not really a bag person either, but I am finding myself in evermore situations where I wish that I had brought a book. I can't fit books in either of my purses, so I had to make something. If you know me, you know that I am a very resourcefull (stingy) woman and that I like to use up old things before I buy new things. I happen to have a stash of pretty floral calicos left over from little girl dresses that I have made and a few quilts. I scrounged them together and began cutting in the hopes of making this bag. Luckily I had some leftover cotton quilt batting from the sides of the quilt (you know the stuff you cut off the sides before binding) I made for Noah. (I never throw that kind of stuff out. Now you know why. This is what I ended up with. It has already come in handy. Owen fills it before we go to Mass and it is nice to have waiting at Noah's piano lesson or at a doctor's appointment. I can carry books for myself and the little one and my wallet etc. You know what purses or totes are made for, I am just realizing that I should have had one a long time ago. Maybe I did, when I carried around diaper bags all the time. Now all I have to do is check my stash and make myself a stylish new diaper bag for the baby on the way.

Living Room Makeover

Room by room we are repainting the whole house. With a husband who is a painter, this is no serious or dangerous task. My husband had offered to help some friends do some painting in their newly renovated house. On the day he was to go, we got a phone call about some interruptions they were experiencing and that they had to cancel. My husband was ready to work after work and decided that if they don't need him, then he can paint the living room in our house. He had a pail of paint leftover from one of the projects at work, so he brought out the brushes and rollers and got to work. The first coat was on in a few short hours and the second coat was finished the next evening. Voila, a new paint job. We rearranged some furniture and are enjoying the newly renovated space. Here are some pictures of our newly renovated living room.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Getting crafty

I have spent the last number of days in sewing fever with the whole family. It all started when we began making these pumpkins. The next day Mia made these and Noah made this. Yesterday I started turning some maternity pants into skirts and finally finished Owen's Waldorf doll that I began ~uhem~ over 3 years ago. Today I patched a pair of pants and plan to finish a quilt I started over a year ago. I start projects, get bored of them and then finish them years later. Better late than never and the results are worth seeing, I think. Here are a few snapshots of our craftiness.

Daddy is sewing a little pumpkin.

Mia is sewing the leaves on top of her little pumpkin.

Owen holding his new Waldorf doll, Johnie.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Happy 10th Hochzeitstag mein Schatz!

Du bist die Ruh!
du bist der Frieden,
du bist vom Himmel mir beschieden.
Dass du mich liebst, macht mich mir werth,
dein Blick hat mich vor mir verklaert,
du hebst mich liebend ueber mich, mein guter Geist, mein bessres Ich!

You are repose, you are peace,
you were granted to me by heaven.
Your loving me gives me value in my own eyes,
your gaze has transfigured me in my own mind;
by loving, you raise me above myself,
my good angel,by better self!

text from Widmung (Dedication) an Aria by Robert Schumann
The text also used on our wine bottle lables

Ten years ago today, before the eyes of God, Sascha and I entered into the sacred sacrament of marriage and made a promise to one another and to God. At the time, we did not know what hardships lay ahead. No one ever does. Our wedding day was a hardship in itself. There was a family feud playing in the background and we were in the middle. We somehow managed to get through the day and throw on some smiles. We were so happy and so sad at the same time. We had just begun our life together. We were thankful for everyone who helped make our day so special. We were living in Germany at the time and got married in Canada. Planning a wedding from overseas was very challenging, but so many people helped make this day special.

I also want to thank God for chosing such a wonderful man to be my life long mate. He is the best thing that could have ever happened to me. I love him more today, than I did ten years ago. He is my strength, he is my joy and most of all he is my love. I truly believe that if it wasn't for God, I would never had met this man and learned to love him.

Well, honey... Ich liebe Dich und werde Dich immer lieben!

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Playing Catch-Up

I didn't blog very much all summer, so now I am trying to catch-up on blogging what I deem as blog-worthy. The summer went by in a flash it seems and I was too busy enjoying visits from family, being outside with the kids and sleeping. I was feeling pretty nauseous and extremely tired up until a few weeks ago, so I didn't feel much like blogging. I want to post about our trip to the Calgary Zoo. We didn't do birthday parties for our kids this summer because they decided they wanted to go somewhere instead. Mia chose to go to the zoo. We spent a long time in the Canadian Wildlands area of the zoo. We didn't even make it to the monkeys because it started hailing. We spent almost 4 hours at the zoo and didn't see everything. Owen was exhausted and couldn't walk anymore, so sorry monkeys and other critters that we missed, maybe next time.

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Bryce Mitchell Memorial Fund

Elizabeth writes:

"Being in an online community, we feel like we have friends right next door. But when tragedy strikes, it becomes painfully obvious that we are not right next door. We cannot pop in with a casserole and a hug. We cannot take the kids and give a grieving mother time and space. All we can do is pray.

In order do something tangible and practical, Katherine and I have set up a memorial fund to defray the costs of a funeral and to lighten their worldly burden in the days to come so that they can set their hearts upon mourning and healing."

Please be generous and visit Elizabeth's blog to donate.

Saint Bryce, pray for them! Saint Philip Neri, pray for them!

My Brave New Hair Cut

I promised my dear husband that I would blog the following. I got one of those uber modern razor hair cuts way back in March after I was getting headaches from my long mane. It looked nice for the first two weeks, but it grew out pretty shaggy. I was sick of the shabby look and well, I hate to spend money on a hair cut that we can't really afford, so I asked my dearest to cut my hair. He is not a hair stylest, he is a painter. He has an eye for detail and is a craftsman of sorts, so why not give it a try. I just wanted a plain bob, all one length. I am not a fashion diva and didn't really care as long as it didn't look too bad. I grew up with a salon next to our kitchen, so I own hair stylist's scissors and know a little about cutting hair. I walked him through the steps and this is how I turned out...

The hair is all one length and still fits in a ponytail. I can't believe that he actually cut my hair and did such a great job. I don't exactly think he should change professions, but I may never have to pay for a haircut again.

My Garden in September

Well, I don't think that I have to mention that this hasn't been the best summer with regards to growing beautiful gardens. I don't know if you saw the picture I took of the backyard at the beginning of June. This week has been the warmest week of summer so far. I thought I would take the opportunity to get a few nice pictures of the garden. I pulled the peas and beans already, so it is looking a little bare in spots, but I think you get the idea. The carrots and beets are mini and the tomatoes are still really green. The lettuce isn't very big either. On the other hand, The flowers seem to be doing really well. The lavender bloomed for the first year in the three summers that we have had it and the sweet peas smell divine. It is not the most bountiful or beautiful garden I have ever grown, but at least it grew. And look at the grass, it is green! That is rare in the prairies.

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