Saturday, May 21, 2011
We have now had all four of our children baptised, thoughtfully, willingly, joyfully.
I realize some of you may be opposed, even appalled by infant baptism. And while I'm not interested in picking up a debate on the issue (Jen!), I realize it is a controversial issue with great thinking minds settling on either side so for those who are interested in the why, here's a book by John Murray on Christian Baptism you can read:
And here are links to our pastor's sermons on baptism:
The one from last week:
And two more from previous years here:
Talk about mind-to-mind passing on of ideas! The idea that I could find adorable fabrics and create things took hold and since then I've been a bit sew crazy.
I'm making this for my daughter... because what girl can't use a bright new summer dress?
And since I lost my baby sling, I had to make myself a new one and found this beautiful Japanese Cherry Blossom fabric...
As it usually goes with handcrafts around our home, as soon as my daughter sees me doing something, she wants to also. Here's what she made with a little help...
We wouldn't have had these lovely distractions to keep us from getting batty with postpartum cabin fever if it weren't Kristine who loaned me her extra sewing machine (Thanks Kristine!!) and my Mother who took the time to teach me the basics of sewing many years ago.
So while you're busy keeping up on academics, don't forget to make time for a little handcrafting, you never know when it'll come in handy!
He's had a rough month of life...
And even had a photo shoot with Arica Hotchkiss, our friend, fellow AO homeschooling Mom and budding photographer.
Aren't her pictures lovely? If you're in the market for photos, you can catch her now while her rates are still affordable! Her blog and more samples of her work can be found at ARICA HOTCHKISS Photography.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
03 - The Children's Hour
Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
That is known as the Children's Hour.
I hear in the chamber above me
The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
And voices soft and sweet.
From my study I see in the lamplight,
Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
And Edith with golden hair.
A whisper, and then a silence:
Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
To take me by surprise.
A sudden rush from the stairway,
A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
They enter my castle wall!
They climb up into my turret
O'er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me;
They seem to be everywhere.
They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!
Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
Is not a match for you all!
I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.
And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!