Thursday, December 31, 2009

At Years End

Reviewing the past year in my mind, I'm struck by how different my life (our life) has become. Quiet moments are few, and a clean home has become more and more elusive, but our laughter and smiles have increased. And hopefully, here's hoping really hard, we have come closer to God through it all.

The last few weeks have been a flurry of last minute gift buying and making, with a lot of effort to pause and make room in our hearts for the birth of Our Lord. I think having little ones has made it a more fruitful Advent than years past. They make me slow down and be more consciencious (how the heck is that spelled?!?) in our activities and our family prayers.

We're buttoned down in our snow castle, aka house, and keeping warm! I hope you had a wonderful Advent and are enjoying a blessed Christmas. Happy New Year everyone!

Friday, December 25, 2009

What we're doing this Christmas


You're lookin' at it...

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Merry Christmas

May Christ, the source of all peace, be present in each of us.


(From the film Joyeux Noel)

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Sheeps.

This morning, the children and I were lured out into sub zero temperatures by the promise of getting to watch a sheep shearer and warm carmal rolls. Our good friends Dale and Lila raise sheep and invited us out to watch the shearer in action. It was a great chance to ask a lot of questions and to visit with our friends. The only thing that would've made it better is if Dan could've come too. But alas, the head of our household had to go to work. Booooo!

Here is the shearer in action. His name is Ken, and he has two apprentices. The first, he says, in 20 years. Lila says he is the best, and he certainly appears very skilled at his trade and has passion for it. That's Dale grinning next to him.

Here's Ana with a prize: a small tuft of wool!

And here's Lila and Ana. Lila was so kind and saved some fine and clean fleeces for us to take home! Now I just have to clean them and dream up some fun things to do with them.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

O Tannenbaum

Daddy-felled, Ana-approved.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Ana has discovered Peter Pan and now loves reinacting the fight scenes between Peter Pan and Captain Hook. In fact, here is what she said to me just the other day.

"Momma, you be Peter Pan and I'll be Hooker."

Monday, December 7, 2009

Alright. Who was the one who prayed for a cold and snowy December? I'm not happy with you. Ana may be, but that is beside the point.

Last week I was still cutting parsley, cilantro, and the few leaves of bok choy that survived the tiller. This week, I'm not even planning on going outside except to get wood for the fire. I should say that I wasn't done eating fresh greens yet. Faced with pot pies, beef stews and all things comfort food, I generally take on a grim face and muscle through until March. But really, it's only the beginning of December! This is gonna take a lot of muscle, and I've lost a lot of that since Ana was born (except in the arms of course). I may have to buy my greens at the (gasp) grocery store.

In other news, I really do have the best husband in the world. The last couple of weeks it has slowly been dawning on me that unless something changes in my attitude (or that of Ana), someone may have an untimely death (and it probably won't be Ana). So, in the interest of eveyone in the family, Dan has gathered his manly strength and has offered to dress, feed and entertain the children for the first hour of the day, before he goes to work, so I can have some much needed peace and quiet. Am I the luckiest or what?

Hope everyone is having a holy Lent and a warm house!

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

BFF (again)

Anything but quiet around the shire lately.

Last week, all of us, minus Toby (hooray for breastmilk!), endured the stomach flu. I won't go into details, but it was pretty painful. Poor Ana had it the worst. Rest assured, she will have a strong aversion to anything resembling a barf bucket for many years to come.

Speaking of stomach's, Dan's is working out some, as of late, perpetual knots. Today was the final "presentation" of our fight to keep those high voltage power lines out of our yard. To recap the situation, a collection of energy companies are trying to put up a super high voltage line from Brookings, SD to the Twin Cities. Up until now, we've been attending a collection of "town hall" type meetings where Dan would diligently go and state our case ... that is to keep it on the other side of the road where it won't bother anyone. Today was the piece de resistance: telling it to the Judge.

Yes, Dan pleaded our case in front of many lawyers, community leaders, citizens, power company execs, and the Minnesota Judge who will ultimately determine where the line will pass and where it won't. Afterwards, nerves finally calmed, he ate a meal that could choke a pig. He must be feeling better.

Friday, Dan and I are heading to Alexandria to attend the Minnesota Lamb and Wool Conference where we will hopefully get more information on whether or not we're nuts to consider getting a flock of sheep.

Until then, enjoy this shot of Lucy and Daisy getting to be best friends.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Overheard

"Where's the corn-pop?" says Ana,
sitting down on the sofa for a family viewing of Wallace & Gromit.

Dan disappears, to emerge from the kitchen five minutes later, with a big bowl of air-popped delight, and a small bowl just for Ana. Great suggestion, Ana!

Monday, November 9, 2009

Recipe Time

It's recipe time again. Tonight, with Dan gone, Ana and I decided to go all out and make some soup. You see, we love soup. Dan, not so much. As he puts it, "It's all, you know, soupy." Very articulate, Dan.

Tonight's soup was what I like to call throw it all in with a prayer soup. I kind of know what goes with what in soup, so half of these items I knew would taste good together, the other half were going to go bad in a few days anyway so I wanted to use them up. Anyone else have a refridgerator like that?

We started out with 2 medium onions, one "baby" onion (as Ana calls it while cradling it in the crook of her arm), and three cloves of garlic. Everything got chopped up and sauteed for a good five minutes on medium heat with oil. Then we added one huge chopped carrot and sauteed some more until the veggies were all looking rather delicious and smelling the same.

That's when we threw in a quart of some really dandy chicken stock we made last week. I mean this stuff was like jello out of the fridge. Very flavorful and full of gelatin from the bone marrow. Mmmmmmmmm. This, as experience has shown me, always always guarantees a delicious soup. Don't be fooled by the convenient cans at the store or those boullion cubes (however they're spelled). Sure they make soup. But homemade stock, simmered for a full day or more, adds depth and unbeatable flavor.

Okay. Enough on that. Just make your own stock.

Earlier in the day, knowing I wanted to make soup, I had started soaking some navy beans and then simmered them on the stovetop. By this point they were almost done. So, I drained them and into the pot they went.

Next, we rummaged through the freezer and found about 6 tomatoes from the summer harvest, thawed 'em, skinned 'em, kind of mushed them into a pulp, and in they went into the simmering pot of what was really becoming heavenly soup.

Then, I pulled out some butternut squash we had roasted over the weekend and hadn't finished. I would say we added about a cup and a half of this. I also found some chicken (from the same chicken we made the stock with) that needed to be consumed. So, we cubed it and threw that in too.

Lastly, we seasoned the pot with a Tablespoon of dried rosemary and about a teaspoon and a half of salt.

Everything simmered for about a half hour before we couldn't take it anymore and we dug into it with vigor. The herbs, veggies and chicken were absolutely perfect together. The textures of the creamy squash, chunky carrots and fiberous beans were wonderful. It made over 2 quarts of soup, plenty for me to have my obligatory two bowls (yes, I'm nursing), Ana to have her petite bowl, and Toby to have his wide-eyed tastes (at one point I'm pretty sure he got a big piece of garlic. I guess he didn't mind it as he kept asking for more!) And we still put at least a quart in the fridge for tomorrow. The only thing that would've made it better is if we had roasted all the vegetables before putting them in. Always room for improvement, and there's always next time!

Good night everyone!

Saturday, November 7, 2009

BFF

Ana and Daisy


Toby and.... himself.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Another busy time around the shire. Not so much with the land, but with life. Dan is in full swing teaching Catechism at church, we are still doing our church group once a month, and I've joined a women's study of Mater Redemptoris (Mother of the Redeemer) and Mulieris Dignitatem (The Dignity of Women). And then last weekend was our training weekend for teaching the (hopefully) diocese's new Marriage Prep program. I say hopefully diocesan because it's actually just in pilot right now for a few parishes. And if it goes well over time, the desire is that it will be made available diocesan wide. Here's hoping because it's really conversion worthy stuff. A Joy Filled Marriage is based on Pope John Paul II's Theology of the Body. It introduces the idea that it means something to be a man and a woman beyond biology, that our feminity and masculinity mirrors Christ, and (get this) that marital union is a sacred participation in the Trinity itself. It's hard to get that across to couples who haven't given God a thought since they were 10 and really just want to be married in a pretty church. But this program really does a great job.

Anyhoo, Dan is offically neck deep into maple syrup. Last week he ordered a 2 foot by 6 foot evaporator. And get this, it'll be on skiis so we can ski it around the shire. Now that's just crazy talk.

Little Daisy continues to be the heart of Ana's life. At least once a day Ana gets all bundled up and heads outside to trot Daisy around the shire for a good hour, and Daisy lets her. The other kitties have welcomed her into their sleep pile. She even lets Lucy play with her, even if it is way too rough for our liking.

Toby is busy learning that all toys are just a little out of reach ... therefore the ante has been upped for him to learn how to become mobile. But, for now, I am relishing a stationary baby who loves to just sit and play.

A few weekends ago, we crossed Minnesota and found ourselves in Two Harbors ready to visit with our friends. It was here that Ana was introduced to every girls passion: Dress Up. And the flame continues to burn bright. Each day since, she has dresses and shoes galore (hers and mine) to try on and twirl in (I didn't teach her that). It is really kind of cute.

Here's a shot of Kristi with Aili and Ana on the couch enjoying a morning break with a book, tiaras and pointy pricess hats a-glow.



Friday, October 30, 2009

Like Mother, Like Daughter (by Dan)



'Round here, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree...

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Saturday, October 17, 2009

The World According to Ana.

Recently, I showed Ana how to use our camera. And taking pictures have since become one of her favorite pasttimes (a distant second after playing with Daisy).

I present to you, the world according to Ana:




Tuesday, October 13, 2009

When I am weak ...

In this marriage, I am the weak one. I think this should be stated outright.

At least I know how to make one little girl very very happy.

This morning, we drove down to the Callens' farm to pick up 10 frozen chickens, ready for the freezer (100% pasture raised, $1.50/pound. Just had to boast.).

Anyhoo, as it usually happens, Ana found the barns cats and picked out the cutest and most amiable kitten to befriend. Sandra offerend to let her have it.

An hour later, we're driving home with a kitten and I'm trying to come up with just the right way to explain it to Dan.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Counting Sheep.

Yes we are alive.

It feels like it's been ions since my last post. So much has been happening around here. All good, everyday stuff. But lots of stuff none the less.

Dan and I almost have enough funds set aside for a sweet evaporator set up for next years maple syruping. This year we spent 3 solid weeks boiling down the procedes from 26 taps. Next year, Dan has nearly 100 taps marked out. With the evaporator, we should have our boiling down to around a week. Do the math, and you see it's going to be so worth having the evaporator.

I've been doing a women's study group which I really need. 6 other women and I are dupming our kids on Grandma on Monday mornings and having at JP2's encycicals Mother of the Redeemer and the Vocation of Women. I have studied Mother of the Redeemer before and am really excited to re-study it (it's been, like 8 years ... wow ... ), but I haven't read the Vocation of Women, at least not that I can remember. And to study anything that John Paul wrote on women is to truly see Christ. Same thing when one studies men of course. But it is SO refreshing to read the Church's teachings on women with my own eyes and not through the filter of media, speculators, or other some such no-gooders. Because frankly, the Church is not down on women, as some would have us believe.

Otherwise, it's been go go go around here at the shire. Dan and I wrapped up what was left of our garden quick before a killing frost hit on Friday night. 19 degrees on October 8th. I'm pretty sure that was a record. We still have plenty of pumpkins, squash and gourds to sell at the market though. Still at least one good Saturday left there.

I am very excited to have found soft white wheat berries from the Whole Grain Milling Company in Welcome, Minnesota. They mill up a wonderful whole wheat pastry flour so I can make muffins, pancakes, and pumpkin breads nice and fluffy and delicious, and still use my freshly ground whole wheat flour. LOVE IT!

In other even more exciting news, I almost have Dan convinced to get some Shetland Sheep this spring! I've been scheming for sheep for some time. But last week seemed to be the clincher when Ana, Toby and I visited my friend and shepherd Lila. As we were in her barn, looking over the ewes and lambs, I noticed how comfortable Ana was with them, and vice versa. I thought, gosh, maybe I really can take care of sheep while having little kids around.

We still have some work to do in getting a pasture area picked out and outfitting the barn. Plus there is the business of locating some sheep. But hot dog, I am pumped.

Over and out.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Pitter Patter.

Ana (with a new haircut!) reading Brown Bear, Brown Bear to Toby.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Isn't she kind of young for this?

Tonight, after Ana decided which book she wants to read before bedtime:
Mom, you get Maisy, I'll hold the drinks.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

It's been a busy week at the shire.

Ana has come down with the flu, which has slowed her down some. But not entirely. She still manages to squeek in some silly antics and cute moments even amidst her "bad tummy". Toby hasn't shown any major signs of it yet, be we have him on an anti-viral medicine just in case, what with his whooping cough still hanging on.

Dan has been busy getting his Catechism class started at St. Ed's and trying to find renters for our condo. Last week he took the entire week off of work to take care of a multitude of tasks around the farm. Many trees were chopped, a kennel was found and purchased, half a garden was cleared, tilled and filled with chickens. A strawberry patch was mowed and mulched. A father-in-law informed us that the strawberry plants will rot if we mulch this early. Mulch was removed. Bread was baked. Kids were played with.

It was a good week.

Here's a couple of photos of the children:




Friday, September 18, 2009

Everyone else in the house is sleeping. And I'm in the kitchen baking bread, the sun just beginning to rise. A wonderful moment to impress and remember.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Blessed are we.

Truly, a gift from God.

Ana finally figured out how to "hold it" and is now potty trained (fingers crossed so hard my knuckles are bleeding).

And for the second day in a row, Toby has put himself down for a nap. I lay him down in our bed. He plays for 15 minutes and, conk, he's out. No pacifier, so special blankie, no nuthin. Well, I guess just being in our bed could be construed as a transitional object. But, whatever. I ain't complainin. Granted, two weeks ago, he couldn't go to sleep without being on top of me. So, things can change again very rapidly. But for now, I am truly relishing a small taste of relative freedom.

Yarn Man.

Today Dan said "skein".

The transformation is complete.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Weekenders.

What a weekend. Well, what a Sunday and Monday I guess I should say.

My sister Mary brought her East Coast boyfriend home for a few days to meet the fam and spend some quality time with us at the shire. Landon fit right in. Even Dan, he who was most discerning, was won over.

It was wonderful to bask in my mother's most excellent cooking and be in the company of my family, whom I love with all of my heart. I only wish that my brother's family could've made it. You see, in typical Prescott fashion, we forgot to invite them.

Whoopsy.

Enjoy the photos!


In this photo, Landon is driving a tractor for the first time. Taught by none other than my father-in-law, Dan Sr. Landon does a decent job. But then, in tractor hubris, runs over all the chickens. And Lucy. And the rest of our tomatoes not even yet ripe on the vine.

Mary, Landon, Dan and Dad help Ana get her kite get "super high"!


And and Yi taking a nap. Can't you just feel the annoyance through my mom's closed eyes?

Ah, but my favorite part of the weekend. Mary couldn't sleep one night too well and was awake when Toby got up at 6am. We took the two chillen' out for an early morning walk to the pasture. Ana on my back, Toby in Mary's sling (he was asleep with his head tucked in), coffees in hand.


And not to forget, when you have two professional pianists in the house, you get LOTS of free entertainment. They just can't keep their fingers off those things! Here is a taste of Landon's jazz repetoire ... My Funny Valentine.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

A face only Dan could love.

I am most certainly a cat person. Dogs have always eluded me. Sure I can appreciate their attributes. They're cute, loyal, smart, and all that. But, I just haven't been able to really love a dog.

And after yesterday, I'm pretty certain I will never, ever love a dog.

You see, we have (well, had) a sick chicken. She's been not feeling well for some time. And it became obvious to me that she needed some real TLC when she hobbled into the coop for the night only to get chased under the feed box by the other chickens. Poor thing. She could hardly even jump the four inches up into the coop.

So, yesterday, with the help of my dad and Ana, we construncted a nice hospital bed for her in one of our barns. Just three sides of wood about 2 feet high, enough to keep out the predators and to keep her in. We lined the floor with soft, clean straw. And Ana gathered some rotten tomatoes for her to feast on. She seemed to really dig her new quarters. So, we headed back inside the house for a bit.

An hour later, Dad and Ana went outside to climb some trees. I heard Ana excited say, "Mom, come here! The chicken fell down!"

What? I thought. How did the chicken get all the way to the house?

I poked my head out the door. And there, by Lucy's "post" (ie under the bush by our door) was the poor little chicken, turned chew toy for Lucy.

What crazed creature hunts down a poor sick chicken just to play with it? You can imagine my state.

When Dad saw me, he sternly said, "Now Joy, you can't be mad at Lucy. She's just a dog."

"I'm not mad at Lucy," I explained, hands in fists. "I'm mad ABOUT Lucy."

For Lucy's sake, it's a really good thing Dan has a special place in his heart for canines.

Friday, August 28, 2009

oh help and bother.

It seems like it's been a long time since I've done anything close to a post. The last week has been spent totally out of our element. Here's the shortened story:

Last weekend, 3 weeks after Toby started out on this nasty nasty cold, we brought him to urgent care. His cough just wasn't getting any better, and in fact, was getting worse. It was violent. His lips would turn blue. It was terrbile.

The urgent care doctor said pneumonia and sent us to the hospital where we were told it was actually whooping cough and that it would last for another 2 months (at least). Fter a night at the hospital and a few more trips to urgent care, we are starting to feel more comfortable with Toby's new, though temporary, condition.

We have also gotten many chastisements from nurses because we didn't have Toby vaccinated right away which may be why he got it in the first place.

I like vaccines. I think we should have them. I know some people don't, and I understand why. But for my kids, we want them vaccinated. I just wish there was a medical professional around here who could give me the straight poop on vaccines.

In the hospital, the doctor on call, who practices in Minneapolis, could tell me off the top of her head that there is a new DTaP vaccine on the market now. First I kissed her, the I asked her if she would open a clinic in Marshall, to which she kindly declined.

Nuts.

Why, oh why, can't any doctors around here help me with this?

And then on top of it all, my fully vaccinated Ana got it too.

Sigh and double sigh.

Here's some pics and a recipe to cheer me up!

Ooo! Lookit this one! That's our table at the farmer's market. We're gearing up for another morning at the market as I type.



And here's a cute one of Toby and Daddy.



And of course, our green gold. That is, green salsa. I never knew this stuff was so darn tasty! And bonus, you can dip your chips in it OR you can pour it over your chicken enchiladas.

Recipe:
1 pound of tomatillos dehusked
2 cloves of minced garlic
1 small chopped onion
1 t. cumin
1/2 t. salt (or to taste)
juice from 1 lime

Roast your tomatillos in the oven under the broiler for a few minutes, or until the skin starts to blacken. Put all your ingredients into the blender. Puree and ENJOY!

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Move over, Tiger Woods

You've got competition:Ana two-putted this hole. Honestly!

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Recession Meal

A few months back, NPR was featuring "Recession Meals", or meals that could be made for $10 or less. Ever since then, I've been figuring the cost of every meal I make in my head. The cheapest by far is breakfast: oatmeal and eggs. The most expensive: King Yukon Salmon dinner with a brown rice and veggie pilaf. Funny thing is, I think Ana liked them equally.

Tonight, I made what I think is both my best and least expensive meal: falafel in pita bread with tsatsiki sauce.

The breakdown:
Now that the garden is giving her bounty, the tomatoes, parsley and cucumbers were free.
Flour for the pita: 50 cents
garbanzo beans: 75 cents
yogurt: 30 cents
And of course all the spices and the trace olive oil. I don't know how I could break down those expenses, so I'll just say 75 cents and call it good.
That makes the meal $2.30 to feed four adults (or 2 adults, one toddler and one teether with tons of leftovers). Does it get any cheaper than that?

Not to mention tasty!



Here's the recipe so you can be cheap and tasty too.
For the falafal (I got this from the Moosewood Cookbook):
Ingredients
4 cups of cooked chick peas (or 2 15-oz cans)
4 medium cloves of garlic, minced
2 tsp. cumin
1 tsp. turmeric
1 tsp. salt
1/2 cup finely minced onion
1/4 cup minced parsley
1/4 cup water
1 Tbs. lemon juice
a few dashes of cayenne
1/3 cup flour
oil for frying
First, if you are using dried chick peas like I did (much cheaper) soak 2 cups of them overnight. The next day place them in a pot with plenty of water (say 2 quarts) and bring it to a boil. Once boiling, lower heat to an active simmer (medium) and simmer for about an hour, or until tender. If using canned, skip this step (der).
Combine all ingredients exept flour and mash them all together with a potato masher or fork. Or a food processor if you're that lucky to have one.
Here's what it'll look like.



Then, add your flour and stir again. At this point, you can refridgerate the dough up to a few days until you're ready to make it.

When you're ready to make it, you can either fry them (crispy and delicious) or you can bake them (also delicious, but not going to be crispy).

To fry, simply pour a small amount of oil in a cast iron pan and heat to medium high. Form 2-inch balls of falafel. When you place them in the pan, flatten them a bit so they're like little pancakes. Fry for around 5 or 6 minutes on each side, or until they're golden brown. Drain on a paper towel lined plate.

To bake, form little 3 inch wide, 1/2 inch thick pancakes and place on a cookie sheet. Bake for 20 minutes at 375, flipping them over half way through.

For the Tsatsiki:
Grate one cucumber and squeeze out the juice. Place the cucumber "pulp" into a bowl and combine with 1/2 cup plain yogurt and 1 clove of minced garlic. Stir this all up and add a pinch of salt to taste.

For the Pita:
Ingredients:
3 cups and 1/4 cup flour (white, wheat or a combo)
1 1/4 cups of warm water
2 t. salt
2 t. instant yeast
2 Tbs. olive oil

in a bowl, whisk together the flour and the yeast. Add the salt and whisk again. Add water and olive oil and stir until it forms a dough. Knead the dough for five minutes, adding a little flour if necessary. Let the dough rest for 20 minutes. This allows the dough to become less sticky and easier to work with. Knead for another 5-10 minutes, or until the dough has become smooth and sticky to the touch. If it's dry and tough, knead in a little water. Add a little flour if it's too sticky.

Cover the dough and let it double in size, it will take about an hour.

Divide the dough into 8 pieces. Form each piece into a ball and flatten into a disc. Let it rest for 10 minutes.

Preheat your oven to 475.

Roll out each disk until it's about 1/4 inch thick. Let it rest again for 10 minutes.

Working in batches place each pita into the oven either onto a ovenstone, or on a baking sheet. I do a baking stone and can get 3 pitas on it at a time. The stone heats up with the oven, and I just throw the dough right on it while it's in the oven. If you use a cookie sheet, you don't need to heat it up with the oven.

Let the dough bake for about 2-3 minutes or until it's all puffed up like a balloon. Remove it quickly and throw in your next few pitas.

You will never eat store bought pita again!

Dan likes to stuff his pita with tomatoes, cukes, and falafel and then smother it all with the tsatsiki sauce. I, on the other hand, like to be dainty and neat. So, I eat each thing seperately and with a fork. Either way, it rocks.

Full disclosure: this is kind of a time concentrated meal, that is, it takes a while to get everything together. After the chick peas are cooked and ready, the falafal really only takes about 40 minutes until it's ready. But the pita takes about 2 hours including rising time. So, just know it's not like throwing a Red Baron's into the oven. Usually, to get this kind of meal made, I have to do it while Toby is taking a good snooze and I have Ana make it with me (ie make a really big mess). But it's worth it.

Monday, August 17, 2009


Ana is nuts for rain and puddles. This particular photo was taken close to 8am. It was all I could do to get her dressed and fed before letting her tear out the door.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Last night Dan and I, kids in tow, attended Amy's prayer vigil at the Cathedral of St. Paul in St. Paul. Then, this morning, we returned for her funeral Mass. The Mass is, of course, the most beautiful thing you will find on this earth. And this Mass in particular moved me in so many ways. The chant, the reverence, the Psalm reading(this is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it -- Amy's favorite ... ask me or Dan about it sometime), and, of course, that we were commending Amy to God's tender mercy and compassion.

Thank you to everyone who has been praying for our dear friend. Please continue to pray for the repose of her soul. And for her husband Chris and son James who will be mourning for her until they too return home, that they will seek stenghth in the Eucharist.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Things I Never Thought I'd Hear My Wife Say (by Dan)

Joy, upon learning that we probably have to bring in her cell phone to get it repaired: "Can I trade it in for a Blackberry instead?"

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Moderation.



At the Lyon County Fair, I became privy to Dan's very favorite dish. This after six (!) years of marriage.

Beef. Instant potatoes. Wonder Bread. Food service gravy.

Aside from the beef, I should be revolted. But it was oh. So. Good.



And because it's been a while since Toby's shown up on this here blog, here's a recent pic of Mr. Smiles.

Monday, August 10, 2009

With very heavy hearts we want to share that our friend Amy has left us this morning to join God in eternity. Words can't express our sadness. Please pray for her and her family.

Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord. And let your perpetual light shine upon her.

www.caringbridge.org/visit/amylenhart

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Resting in You, O Lord.

I distinctly remember one of my professors once remarking (or was it more of a warning) that marriage was not all about gazing into one another's eyes, like dating and engagement is. His point was that it isn't our spouse who makes us happy, only God can fulfill everything we desire.

Ain't that the truth?

With these two little ones, and all the tasks that come along with raising them, there simply isn't the time for Dan and I to do all the things together that we once did. But, we are finding deep joy, the sort we never knew existed before marriage.

How do I know this? Because, with all that spare time I have, I got on facebook this afternoon. And as soon as Dan found out, he skipped over, peeked at the monitor and said with a silly grin on his face: "Did you really?"

See? Deep joy.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Rodeo Virgin* (by Dan)

Joy's rural metamorphosis is officially complete. Last night, we went to her first rodeo. (Full disclosure: it was my first one, too.)

Unbeknownst to me, as we entered this occasion, the word "rodeo" meant, to Joy, lots of pretty ponies trotting around doing field trials and perhaps the lassoing of a calf or two. At least I knew what I was getting myself into. Imagine her shock when, first thing right out of the gate, came this spectacle:


Once the initial shock wore off, we had a blast. It was fun just soaking in the atmosphere, that rodeo vibe that was a brand new experience for us. A nice healthy dose of reverential red-state patriotism fused to a good-ol' boy work and play ethic, all mixed together with the love of the land and, of course, horses.

I was incredibly impressed by the level of precision, skill and downright guts required for many of the events. In the course of farming, I've wrestled hogs to the ground before, but that's nothing compared to steer wrestling. A few elements, however, were jarring, and even a bit disturbing. It's entertaining, to be sure, to watch a grown man show off his testosterone by clinging for dear life to the back of a rampaging bull, but I just wonder, ethically, does the entertainment value really justify the risk to life and limb? We were privvy to the sight of one poor fellow getting caught in the rope and being thrown around like a rag doll while the bull stomped oh-so-close to his skull. He got off lucky, but his leg is still gonna need some serious work...

All in all, a horizon-expanding experience. I don't see any cowboy boots in our future, but at least we got down the lingo. Yee-haw!

*Thanks to Teresa Mhyre for giving us this label!

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Mmmm.

Happy Birthday to my wonderful husband who is as kind as he is cute!
His birthday was actually yesterday ... I blame children keeping me away from the computer. Does that work?

In other news, my kitchen is beginning to grow a lovely batch of fermenting cabbage.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Yes, We Live in the Country


Found, in our mailbox:










In case you can't make out what that is, once upon a time it looked something like this:

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Reason # 3,422,509 Why I Married Joy (by Dan)

There will never be a shortage of every grain imaginable in our household.... (Click on the picture to enlarge it and read the labels)
I should note that each pail holds 3 1/2 gallons...

And also note that there's not one, but two kinds of wheat and two kinds of rice.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Cabbage Head to the Rescue!


Is this the biggest head of cabbage you've seen or what? And this was only the second largest head that my father-in-law grew this year. This guy is no less than eleven pounds. Sauerkraut, here I come.

The weather round these parts is getting so darn cool I'm almost thinking of starting new beds of lettuce. Today barely made it to 70, and it's not supposed to get above 75 for the next week or so. Typically, we're searing under a 100 degree sun at the end of July. Sheesh! What gives?

I'd also like to add that I grew some pretty awesome brocolli this year. Unfortunately, after the first head was harvested, the others got so wormy, I didn't have the stomach to pick them all out. Curses on you cabbage worm!

Monday, July 27, 2009

Picky.

Did you see pictures of that cabin we rented in Montana? And the views it held? Anthe valley of wildflowers all around it? Yeah, it was $40 a night, and there were two cabins to boot.

After driving through Montana too many times to other, just as worthy, mountainous destinations (one of the pleasures of living on the prairie is driving to the mountains) ... Dan and I decided to give that big 'ol state a try. And we loved it more than any other snow capped state we've visited before (and there have been lots).

But I must be brief, as Ana is on my lap with only underpants on.

We had a splendid week. Turns out Ana is quite the hiker. And the only thing Dan would've changed is that the cabins would've at least had running water. Picky picky.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

We're back!

Pictures now, words when we're done unpacking. So, you know, in another few days.

Ana, hiking: (She hiked a mile and a half this day! What a trooper.)

Ana and Manny "fishing" with sticks:

Our cabin for the week (and its view):

The best part of rustic living: hot chocolate every morning!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

That's my girl.

Ana: Putting on my pants makes mommy happy.
(thanks for pointing out the obvious kid.)

Me: What makes Ana happy?

Ana: Toby.
(Awwwwwwwww!)

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Ain't nuthin' like a nude haircut


The picture says it all:

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Fun with Yi

Grandma "Yi" came for a visit:

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Bounty.

The garden is in full swing. Lately, we've been noshing on quite a few strawberries, raspberries, beets and their greens, and lots and lots of peas. It makes for some fun meal planning, which is already one of my favorite things to do. So you can imagine the size of my smile when I sit down with paper and pencil.

Here's a good standby for midsummer lunches, or simple dinners. It's called Eggs in a Nest and I totally swiped it from Barbara Kingsolver. It's economical, easy and tasty deliciousness. If you don't like beet greens, you can replace them with any other green: spinach, collards, what-have-you. (Serves 4)

2 large carrots, sliced julienne
a handful of edible pea pods, chopped into 1/2 inch pieces
a small onion, diced finely
a clove of garlic, minced
a small amount of olive oil
4 eggs
a huge (and I mean huge) bunch of beet greens (because they cook down quite a bit), chopped

saute onions and garlic in olive oil over medium-high heat in a pan. When onions soften, add carrots, pea pods and beet greens. Saute everything until greens are wilted. The veggies will still be a bit underdone. Make four depressions in the veggies with your spoon and crack the four eggs in them, one in each depression. Lower the heat a bit (to medium) and cover. Poach the eggs this way for a few minutes, or until it's to your likeness. Serve over brown rice.

Ana loves this dish, minus the greens. Dan hates the greens too, so I end up with all the vitamins.

Doesn't it look good though?

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Pray for peace.

Some of you know that a good friend of ours, Amy Lenhart, has been battling brain cancer for many years. (Many of you are good friends with Amy too!) These are her last days on earth.

Our hearts have been very heavy here at the shire for the last few weeks/months as news from the Lenhart house has been increasingly worse. And now, it is clear that, barring a miracle, God will soon welcome her to eternity. For this, we are glad! But God, please console those of us she leaves behind.

On Sunday, Fr. Jeremy gave a wonderful homily, during which he briefly mentioned the peace some possess during their last moments before death. They realize that our time on earth is only the beginning of our life with God, and that the best is yet to come. What a wonderful reminder!

Please, join us in praying for a happy and holy death for our dear friend.

And a big Happy Birthday to her son James, who turns One year tomorrow!

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Young at Heart (by Dan)

Joy neglected to post the other highlight of her day today: splashing in the puddles with Ana, after a quick rain squall came through:

Super Awesome.

It's braggin time. Because this doesn't happen often. I've been scoring some pretty sweet deals.

Three days ago, I found some bum genius diapers on the internet for real cheaps. So awesome. So, now we have 7 of these magical butt bandaids. Which is enough for one day and one night. So, every night, after Toby hits the hay, we quick wash and dry the remaining six for the next day. It's a rather comic feat: a mix of careful timing and mad running around. Sounds a lot like getting ready for Mass.

Then today, on our way back from a morning hike in Kilean State Park, I finally decided to stop at this un-manned honey stand that I've seen since we moved here. I've been meaning to pick up more honey at the co-op whenever we're in the cities, but at $12/quart, I just haven't gotten around to it.

Anyhoo, I wasn't prepared for the joy of finding that not only was it local, wildflower honey, but it was also raw. And then on top of that, it was SEVEN DOLLARS A QUART. Why yes, I did dance all the way back to the car. And no, I didn't drop any of the three jars I bought (it could've been more, except that was all the money we had).

When we got home, with me still glowing in my shopping triumph, we thought it would be fun to fly a kite. And it WAS fun! Ana liked it best out of the three of us. She actually took to it better than I thought she would.


Gotta run, it's time to throw the diapers in the dryer.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Some things will never change.



Man this thing comes in handy.