Baskin-Robbins

As 5:00 Wednesday rolled around, we remembered that Baskin-Robbins was selling ice cream for 31 cents a scoop. Heather, Luke and I were the only ones home, but we had no baby car seat. So we walked! It's not that far to Baskin-Robbins, and walking gave us the opportunity to walk off all the ice cream calories before we went back home to eat dinner. Yep! Dessert first. It's better that way, so they say.

He Is Risen! He is Risen Indeed!

We had lots of fun celebrating Easter at our house.

Luke had his first experience dying Easter eggs on Saturday.

After church on Easter Sunday, we celebrated with a ham dinner with both sides of the family. Luke had fun playing with bubbles outside with his cousins.

Later, we "hid" Easter eggs and Luke learned that it was lots of fun to look for them and open them up. Surprise! Five craisins inside!

Luke and Mama

Lotsa craisins!

Greta's New Job

I have a new job, starting in the fall! I will be a ceramics teacher at a small art place that is designed to supplement a homeschool education. They had been looking for someone with a BFA in ceramics (I am one year away from that!), understands homeschool families (I was homeschooled k-12), and is a Christian. Though their studio space is small, it is very sophisticated, and rivals even KSU's art department for supplies and equipment. I will be thrilled to be working with children again (I will probably have classes with children of all ages up through middle school. I won't be able to teach high school until I have my degree), but I am nervous about creating lesson plans and actually teaching a group! But I definitely know that God provided this job for me, and He will supply the wisdom and grace needed.

Where I'm From

I found an interesting "poem" template on another blog (can't remember quite where at the moment). I gave it a try and it was lots of fun to write, but I hesitated for a week or so to publish it here. Disclaimer: I am not a "real" poet, or even a "real" writer for that matter.

Where I’m From

I am from Melmac dishes and the big box of 64 Crayolas,
From the Singer Featherweight and McCalls patterns;
Blue station wagons and a yellow split-level house.
I am from Danish Modern and sliding glass doors, from
ice plant-covered slopes and apricot trees perfect for climbing.

I am from Advent calendars and summer days on the beach.
I am from sharp tongues and curly hair and a penny saved;
From Mary Ethel and Mary Angeline,
From the Tallmons and the Aldens and the Winslows.

I am from lakeside campgrounds and water skiing every summer;
From Saturday morning chores and
Too-tight school shoes at Gallencamp’s.
I am from Dad’s one-line songs;
From look-at-me-when-I’m-talking-to-you and stop-crying-or-I’ll-give-you-something-to-really-cry-about.

I am from Jesus loves me and the old rugged cross,
From Sunday School quarterlies and Salvation Army officers.
I am from starched petticoats under puffy dresses;
From Sunday evening sings and Saturday evening choir practice.

I am from the Golden State and Santa Ana winds, the Hill with ocean views,
From the best brownies in the world;
From taco casserole and homemade bread,
And apricots dried in the sun.

I am from proud pioneers and visionaries who saw possibilities,
Nurserymen; pineapple growers;
English kings and Methodist circuit riders;
From plumbers and teachers and builders
and wagon trains across the prairie.

I am from black paper scrapbooks
And slide shows at family gatherings;
From Grandma’s knitted afghans and Moremama’s colored glass displayed in the window,
I am from red felt Christmas stockings tucked safely in Mom’s cedar chest;
From use it up and wear it out, from make it do or do without.