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Outside my window...
    
Cloudy, sunny, cloudy, sunny. Repeat every ten minutes.

Being a hater of the cold, I easily find excuses not to go outside. But the sun! It is trying so hard to break through the continuous gray of winter. Following the sun's determination, I have been making myself get outside for the last few days, even if only for a short time.

I am thinking...


about everything! My mind just won't settle on one thing. It is hopping from one idea to the next hither thither, never long enough to decide on anything. School, spring, knitting, sewing, children and their problems, my faith, and so forth and so forth.


I am thankful for...


...the fact that it is March!
...my family.
...Lent and the opportunity to grow closer to God.


From the kitchen...

The crock pot has been in pretty constant use lately. Anna and Jack have play practice two evenings a week, which puts us home after 6:30. I have never been a huge fan of the dishes that come out of the crock pot, though I very much like the idea of having a meal ready and waiting.


I am wearing...

...my well worn brown and green dress with a cropped cardigan and knee socks. Tony has never liked this dress, but any dress that is this comfortable and can be worn all the way through a pregnancy and still look good is a winner in my book.


I am creating...

...a hat for my husband, a shawl for a friend, a purse for myself and I am cutting out quilt pieces again after a long hiatus.

I am going...

to see a friend and explore a different part of Germany. No firm plans yet, but maybe the castle that inspired the Disney Cinderella one, maybe Munich, maybe go on into Austria. Whatever we decide, I am looking forward to it!

I am reading...

"Walking with God". The library received several requests from me this week too.

"All of a Kind Family" to the children at night.

Listening to "Rufus M." with the kids on Audible.

I am hearing...

...little birds chirping in the early morning when my alarm clock goes off. It makes my heart happy.

Around the house...

Still moving furniture around, though I think we are pretty close to being done for a while. The kids love living upstairs in the "dormitory", and I have a spare room ready and waiting for a possible guest that will hopefully stay for many months.

From the classroom...

The new arrangement is working well and moving the classroom inspired me to make things better in other ways too. I have been looking at ideas on other blogs for keeping Peter and Therese busy while we work. I took some wooden blocks and taped letters to them. We practice letter recognition in many different ways with those blocks. Building towers and knocking them down when the answer is right, making paths, etc. Peter loves to cut up paper, so I give him scraps and he sits quite happily for long stretches and then I just sweep up those little pieces of confetti when we are done for the day. I also made some play dough, and a little fabric color wheel with matching colored clothespins to practice his colors. I let him shove pipe cleaners in the colander.

I don't know about you, but I definitely go through phases where my creativity seems to dry up and I wallow in frustration when the kids won't cooperate. Thank goodness, the winter is coming to a close and I feel the stirrings of creativity once again, just as I see the promise of spring in the tiny yellow blooms that sprung forth from the earth in my backyard this week.









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  1. Even though it's cold and rainy here today, it got up into the 70's yesterday and was sunny and glorious! A tantalizing hint of impending spring. We even ate dinner outside on the back porch. So wonderful to just be out in warm air.

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