more summer dresses
offering me her homemade applesauce
fall has arrived
my turn to do my own wheat
piping hot..our first loaf
toasting our first bread 'to the king'
lazy sunday
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
instagram sunday
we are embarking on a new era in the godshall home...we are attempting to make our own organic, whole wheat bread. i have a friend that has been making her own bread for years and this week she invited us over to learn how to do it. there is a company in indiana that delivers materials once a month. this tuesday we will recieve our order and begin our own journey. to get the most nutrients into the bread she even mills her own wheat. this series of photos are of our time learning how to make the bread.
three kinds of wheat ready to be milled
dough balls waiting to be kneaded and formed
after raising for a little over an hour
the finished product
our weather has warmed up and we've been enjoying
80 degree weather. we had to break out the sun
dresses again!
80 degree weather. we had to break out the sun
dresses again!
this is PART of our trees in the front yard. all these leaves
are going to fall. and i am going to have to pick them all up.
are going to fall. and i am going to have to pick them all up.
we had a curriculum free day on friday so we headed downtown
to the speed art museum. they had a whole section for kids
to interact and create. we had an absolutely fantastic time!
to the speed art museum. they had a whole section for kids
to interact and create. we had an absolutely fantastic time!
Monday, October 3, 2011
things i love about sophia
-at bedtime she alternates who she snuggles with while we sing songs. sometimes she's up on the top bunk with big brother, sometimes having a girly giggle fest with sister. she picks, but she's always welcome in either bed.
-she has to have 'Jesus loves me' sung to her every night. i rock her and she sings with me. when we're done singing i kiss her forehead and she kisses my nose.
-isaiah calls her a zoo keeper because she must have, 20 stuffed animals and dolls at the foot of her bed. a couple nights ago i asked if i could take some out. she said yes, and i started to throw some out. after about 5 tosses she freaked out and i had to put them all back in. somehow, even though there are tons in there, she knows which ones are missing.
-her bedtime routine is so ROUTINE. she has to have her quilt hanging over a certain side of her crib at night, but it can't be there for nap time. she has to have her beanie babies dora and boots on her pillow next to her. and she picks which blanket she wants me to put on her.
-she's started to speak in full sentences. and she's realized which sentences will get her what she wants faster. 'help me mommy please!' is a good one...and gets used quite a bit! how could anyone not drop whatever they were doing and run to her?
-her favorite song is 'single ladies' by beyonce and when we get in the car she asks for us to listen to it. but she calls it, 'uh-uh-uh'.
-in every book she reads she has to identify herself as one of the characters. thus, the berenstain bear books that include baby honey (or 'baby huh' as she likes to say) are the absolute best. after the page is read she goes through and names everyone on the page.
-she has to have 'Jesus loves me' sung to her every night. i rock her and she sings with me. when we're done singing i kiss her forehead and she kisses my nose.
-isaiah calls her a zoo keeper because she must have, 20 stuffed animals and dolls at the foot of her bed. a couple nights ago i asked if i could take some out. she said yes, and i started to throw some out. after about 5 tosses she freaked out and i had to put them all back in. somehow, even though there are tons in there, she knows which ones are missing.
-her bedtime routine is so ROUTINE. she has to have her quilt hanging over a certain side of her crib at night, but it can't be there for nap time. she has to have her beanie babies dora and boots on her pillow next to her. and she picks which blanket she wants me to put on her.
-she's started to speak in full sentences. and she's realized which sentences will get her what she wants faster. 'help me mommy please!' is a good one...and gets used quite a bit! how could anyone not drop whatever they were doing and run to her?
-her favorite song is 'single ladies' by beyonce and when we get in the car she asks for us to listen to it. but she calls it, 'uh-uh-uh'.
-in every book she reads she has to identify herself as one of the characters. thus, the berenstain bear books that include baby honey (or 'baby huh' as she likes to say) are the absolute best. after the page is read she goes through and names everyone on the page.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
art fair and the artist
this weekend louisville hosted one of the largest art fairs in the country. we played hookey from church and braved the cold fall air to go take a look. it was in old louisville among AMAZING victorian homes. the fair was organized in a loop with booths set up on each side of the walk way. we took our time looking and walking.
i love things like that. i love getting out into the community, doing something together as a family. sure it's a lot of work for something you don't know for certain will go well. but today it proved oh so worth it.
even though the art we saw was diverse and amazing, capturing lots of my attention...i actually was most taken with alaythia. she absolutely LOVED it, often times stopping us and asking us to go into a booth with her. she took her time and enjoyed. the sparkle of some glass, the texture of a hat, the funky jewelry in a row. it captivated her. the colors, the beauty, the creativity. it was like she was seeing what was possible for the very first time. and as i watched her i thought, 'she belongs here'.
my favorite moment of the day was a when alaythia pulled sophia and i into a wind chime booth. these weren't your ordinary wind chimes...they were precious stones, shaved almost paper thin and hung together to make the chime. when the different kinds, and different widths, of rock hit each other they made a melody of beautiful notes. they were hung just high enough that the girls couldn't reach them, so i actually relaxed as we entered. their different colors refracted light and twinkled around the booth. and then, just as we walked in, the wind picked up and set them off.
i watched the girls twirl and twist to see all the different chimes. their faces to the sky, whipping from chime to chime to see them all in action. alaythia giggled and soph, as if she knew, raised both her hands as high as she could reach.
it will forever be etched in my mind.
i'll admit, even though i get asked almost every day if i will let her paint. even though i know she loves to color and create...it wasn't until today, when she was surrounded by art and artists, that it crossed my mind that she may be an artist herself...
this afternoon she brought us all into the hallway, leading us eyes closed until she said to open them. and then all at the same time, we opened our eyes to find papers lined up on each side of the hall, a masterpiece for each of us that she had drawn. she had created her own art fair in our house..and i can tell you truthfully, we were all too eager to buy.
i love things like that. i love getting out into the community, doing something together as a family. sure it's a lot of work for something you don't know for certain will go well. but today it proved oh so worth it.
even though the art we saw was diverse and amazing, capturing lots of my attention...i actually was most taken with alaythia. she absolutely LOVED it, often times stopping us and asking us to go into a booth with her. she took her time and enjoyed. the sparkle of some glass, the texture of a hat, the funky jewelry in a row. it captivated her. the colors, the beauty, the creativity. it was like she was seeing what was possible for the very first time. and as i watched her i thought, 'she belongs here'.
my favorite moment of the day was a when alaythia pulled sophia and i into a wind chime booth. these weren't your ordinary wind chimes...they were precious stones, shaved almost paper thin and hung together to make the chime. when the different kinds, and different widths, of rock hit each other they made a melody of beautiful notes. they were hung just high enough that the girls couldn't reach them, so i actually relaxed as we entered. their different colors refracted light and twinkled around the booth. and then, just as we walked in, the wind picked up and set them off.
i watched the girls twirl and twist to see all the different chimes. their faces to the sky, whipping from chime to chime to see them all in action. alaythia giggled and soph, as if she knew, raised both her hands as high as she could reach.
it will forever be etched in my mind.
i'll admit, even though i get asked almost every day if i will let her paint. even though i know she loves to color and create...it wasn't until today, when she was surrounded by art and artists, that it crossed my mind that she may be an artist herself...
this afternoon she brought us all into the hallway, leading us eyes closed until she said to open them. and then all at the same time, we opened our eyes to find papers lined up on each side of the hall, a masterpiece for each of us that she had drawn. she had created her own art fair in our house..and i can tell you truthfully, we were all too eager to buy.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
g'ma brig
there is a nip in the air. we haven't turned the heater on yet...something about if we don't then we really won't be heading into winter. so when the kids got up on this lazy saturday morning i found them all snuggling on the couch in a comfy, fuzzy, tattered blanket.
it is a throw blanket that belonged to my grandma (i think i've mentioned it before). it hung over her couch, and when she passed i inherited the couch...and the blanket. i snapped a picture of the kids this morning and wished g'ma (as she liked to be referred to in writing) could know and love my kids. and that they could be loved by her. my heart ached for her.
we were sitting at dinner tonight and isaiah started singing songs from the lion king. matt commented that elton john had written those songs. we had to explain who he was and i told them of a time, when his grandma and grandpa went and saw him in concert and how he came out in a a cape filled with different colored balls of light.
they asked if i got to go to the concert - i didn't. i explained i was probably babysat by my grandma. and then for the next several minutes i told them about some of the wonderful things about my grandma.
that we were good friends, like they are with their grandmas. all of us grandkids laying together in bed with her in the morning and brainstorming all the wonderful things we could think to eat for breakfast, knowing g'ma would get up and make it for us until we could eat no more. somehow we'd almost always end up with french toast. how i loved her backyard because her deck was a stage...ready for me to put on show after show after show for anyone that would come and watch. how when i studied in israel for a semester in college she came and visited me there. she climbed every mountain, she trudged through tunnels, rode on boats and experienced the land with me. and how, she was taken from us far too soon in a car accident. my heart ached for her.
they kept bringing her up through out the night. little comments, a few questions. i loved that she was brought up casually, familiarly, as a normal part of our life.
as i was putting alaythia to bed she said, 'mom, did g'ma brig ever get tired of making french toast?' 'no', i said. 'well, then she liked to cook...just like me'. yes, layth. just. like. you.
and as i sat in the dark, tickling alaythia's back, i cried silent tears. my heart aching for her.
she would have loved you layth. your spunk. your 'girls rule' mentality. your love of life. i'm so sorry you didn't get to meet her. you would have loved her...and she would have absolutely adored you.
it is a throw blanket that belonged to my grandma (i think i've mentioned it before). it hung over her couch, and when she passed i inherited the couch...and the blanket. i snapped a picture of the kids this morning and wished g'ma (as she liked to be referred to in writing) could know and love my kids. and that they could be loved by her. my heart ached for her.
we were sitting at dinner tonight and isaiah started singing songs from the lion king. matt commented that elton john had written those songs. we had to explain who he was and i told them of a time, when his grandma and grandpa went and saw him in concert and how he came out in a a cape filled with different colored balls of light.
they asked if i got to go to the concert - i didn't. i explained i was probably babysat by my grandma. and then for the next several minutes i told them about some of the wonderful things about my grandma.
that we were good friends, like they are with their grandmas. all of us grandkids laying together in bed with her in the morning and brainstorming all the wonderful things we could think to eat for breakfast, knowing g'ma would get up and make it for us until we could eat no more. somehow we'd almost always end up with french toast. how i loved her backyard because her deck was a stage...ready for me to put on show after show after show for anyone that would come and watch. how when i studied in israel for a semester in college she came and visited me there. she climbed every mountain, she trudged through tunnels, rode on boats and experienced the land with me. and how, she was taken from us far too soon in a car accident. my heart ached for her.
they kept bringing her up through out the night. little comments, a few questions. i loved that she was brought up casually, familiarly, as a normal part of our life.
as i was putting alaythia to bed she said, 'mom, did g'ma brig ever get tired of making french toast?' 'no', i said. 'well, then she liked to cook...just like me'. yes, layth. just. like. you.
and as i sat in the dark, tickling alaythia's back, i cried silent tears. my heart aching for her.
she would have loved you layth. your spunk. your 'girls rule' mentality. your love of life. i'm so sorry you didn't get to meet her. you would have loved her...and she would have absolutely adored you.
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