Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Snowed in

I'm sure there are some people snowed in now. We aren't included, thankfully. It would be pandemonium in this part of the country if anything in the realm of needing snow-plows occurred. We are not prepared for that kind of event!

But we are delighted to have gotten to witness a few flurries today. You wouldn't know it by looking out now, but we did watch the snow fall for a few minutes, and as per tradition, we made our hot chocolate.  :)

Adele still has some residual chocolate on her forehead. I never cease to be amazed at how she gets food on her forehead. You would think it would be altogether too far from her mouth, but no.


I've been thinking about balance and survival mode a good bit in recent weeks. I have a negative connotation associated with survival mode...because I'm a perfectionist in some regards, and expect too much of myself. But I've decided to embrace survival mode. I AM HAPPY TO BE SURVIVING. I can get the basics taken care of at home, and I can't handle adding anything else in right now. Someday all my littles won't be under five years old. Someday I'll be sleeping like a regular person rather than a mombie, but not today.
I am not going to feel like I'm failing because things are being left undone at the end of the day.
I am not going to stress over toys in the floor.
I AM going to enjoy spending time with my children. These days are too fleeting to spend them beating myself up (or comparing myself to other moms who seem to have their act blissfully together).
These days are a gift.
Thank you, Lord, for my messy house and happy, healthy children.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

9 months...

So, Elijah up and turned 9 months old a few days ago. {How is this even possible?!?} And pretty much from that point on, he decided it was time to tackle table food. So he's been trying little bits of most everything with very few sour faces or gagging issues like he used to...these are exciting changes for our little man!
I think the solid food staying in his tummy longer has helped his sleeping at night, too. He'd gotten pretty used to waking up way too often to nurse, maybe he really was hungry.

Emery's working late tonight. When night time roles around and daddy's not home, my only response is "let's go to bed!" Of course, I don't say that out loud, for such would invoke wailing and gnashing of teeth, but I'll quietly clean up the dinner things, give baths, brush teeth, and then an "okay! time for bed"..... it's 7pm....I'm not mentioning it. (Hattie often likes to know whether it's 8pm or not so she'll know whether she's going to bed on time, but she didn't ask and I didn't tell.)

It was about 75 degrees here on Tuesday, and we were outside loving it, but the problem is that once the weather decides to be normal winter temperatures (anything under 60), it feels so much coooolder after that one warm day. Boo. I think I'd rather be well adjusted to the season than enjoy one blissful day and be all the more cold afterward.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016


so Imperfect.

Do you struggle with balance? Managing three littles under five. Running a household. Homeschool & library books. Juggling obligations...

I'm not overcommitted. I dont struggle to say no to all the extras...but the day to day staying home deal sometimes feels like too much.
I feel like I ought to be Able to care for the kids and get the chores Done every day. And yet. And yet, I can't or don't.
Where's superwoman when I need her? Surely if I were just more organized I'd be more successful....
But little brother and I don't sleep hardly any consecutive hours, so is it alright that my brain barely Functions? Does it justify my lack of get-it-done-ness?

Our Mamsie says do The next thing. Its the best I can do.
My house won't be perfect. I may only have a jug of tea to take to our church Dinner tonight. And I guess today, in this season of life, its alright.

Saturday, January 23, 2016


So we bought a house, right? And we had the normal-ish 30 days between accepted offer and closing...and I spend those 30 days thinking up the best way to arrange our furniture in our new house.
Okay, so that's not all I did. But it was on my mind. I wanted to get it right when the people helping us move set the furniture down. (btw, BIG thanks to everyone who helped up move!!)

And yet, despite knowing a good bit beforehand, I just guessed wrong on some of it. Because living with things everyday gives you a better feel than a virtual home layout.
Today, I pushed around some all of the smaller pieces of furniture in our bedroom. Which means I didn't move the bed.  Ha.
I'm glad I hadn't hung any pictures yet (because I tend to center pictures over the furniture), and it would have been a bother to rehang pictures. Only a humble clock graces our bedroom walls at present, and at present, it's the only thing that will. Maybe sometime when we get some family pictures made that include Elijah, I'll get around to putting them up.
Even Adele has moved her bed since I placed it in its designated spot.

I like moving least until I stumble On the best possible arrangement. I like using rugs to define spaces, especially cozy nooks. And I wish I Had some indestructible decor items that would stay where I put them, rather than wandering all over the house With the children.

Here in our home, I'm eager  get things "just-so" with rugs and curtains and hardware, but the budget won't allow it all at's nice to think though that we could be here for years and years, and there'll be time enough to feather this nest.

Friday, January 22, 2016


Covington. We get remarkably little snow...just enough to be head Over heels at a chance of it in the forecast.
Last year we embraced all three Flakes. And we started a new one tradition: snow = homemade hot chocolate (which is the only kind for us, being dairy free).
Tonight's forecast includes wintry mix, and it seemed wiser to let the children Enjoy their hot chocolate in the afternoon, rather than at bedtime.

We then held an exercise session/dance party to turn off the extra sugar rush.

I found some cool galacian folk music in our itunes library, and Hattie has especially been enjoying kicking up her heels to it. I have, too.
Wouldn't it be neat to find a folk dance instructor for families. Sign us up!

Back to traditions: I have been relishing our little family eccentricities. We have a happy handshake of sorts that brings a smile to all ...kind of a secret high five. :-) we say, "sweet dreams, good night" every night. We freestyle songs all the time. The things that makes us uniquely Sayres - things I love...things that may well be passed on to the next generation.I want to be purposeful In cultivating loving traditions, but at the same time, many of ours have just fallen into place without any planning at all, and I wouldn't trade them for anything.

Saturday, January 2, 2016


I guess I was in a little funk the other day. The next day was better, and I did make a handful of goals for the new year. {It seems to always happen that I do exactly what I blog about not intending to do.}

I am tired. No doubt about that.
And I know myself well enough that making goals of x, y, and z that I will do every day isn't going to work out well.
But I can make big goals that will take time and effort, and realistically achieve them. Things like potty training and weaning...I'm not getting serious about either of them today, but down the road - in the spring and fall probably - I'll be working at each. Of course, my 8 month old surely isn't ready to wean -- the boy is not interested in food a bit-- all in good time. Adele probably could be well on her way to potty trained, but alas, we all fell sick two months ago (when I'd just barely started), and I can't remember the last time she's gone potty now...that's my spring goal.

I'm also hoping to make headway with Hattie's reading skills, and attempt having a quarterly date night.
I know. Some people have date nights every week or every month, and I think it's fab, but we just can't swing that in this season of life. And maybe maybe maybe if we pencil in the dates on the calendar, maybe we won't wake up realizing it's been 6 months since we have had a night out. Quarterly dates I think we can do. :)


We all worked hard at getting our old house spic'n'span to turn over the keys soon. How is it the last load of leftover junk is enough to fill two vehicles? Ugh. I think I need to get more serious about clearing out the clutter. That or put plywood in the attic so we can use the storage space. Probably both. I think I'm the only one in the family who breathes easier when the chaos of clutter is tamed.

But our new house is so nice and not too big.
Big houses make for lots of maintenance; our old one was great for hosting company, but too much house for just us. And too much to clean!

It's also nice to be homeowners and in charge of our space for a change, liberating and refreshing after so many years of renting. Coming home to our house is just a delight.


I'm excited for 2016. I hope you are as well for the bright prospect of days ahead.

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Seasons...time for pause

I was talking with a friend yesterday about this season of life.
It's a season of savoring. Albeit unintentionally, at times.

Slow down, Lizzy. Hold the baby while he naps - for this phase is so short.
Discipline a toddler, thoroughly, till all is resolved. Wipe the noses. Wash the laundry, even if it never gets folded before being worn again.

I'd like to dream up beautiful resolutions for 2016. But resolutions ought to be made on sunny days (which isn't today), and truly the best I've got feels like just scraping by. It feels like there isn't any room or energy to strive for betterment.
That sounds so awful. I know.

Motherhood in the trenches. As real as it gets right here.

Before long, a certain 8 month old won't be completely attached to my hip. My toddler will get through her struggles, and I'll manage to get back on track with homeschooling (I'm so thankful pre-k is kind of a practice year!). It'll pass, all of it, but I don't want to just endure till it does.
I want to enjoy & thrive as best as I can.

So I'll raise my proverbial glass to days at home, such as they are, with these little people whom I love.

Monday, November 23, 2015

Monday Musings

It's funny how your plans for the day can fly out the window, mine did.

I only had two things on my list: make Emery some doughnuts for his birthday and pack.
But thow-up brought a screeching halt to any productivity that I might have imagined.

My girls really didn't get sick while they were still nursing. Maybe a runny nose once or twice, but as long as I breastfed them, they were healthy little ones. Elijah is, of course, all boy. And different. He's been sick-ish for two weeks, and started throwing up today.
Babies can't make it to the potty, you know, so you can guess who was the recipient of the vomit.

But, I think - happily - that it is not the stomach virus, just congestion and teething, and for this I am very thankful. For a bit, I thought maybe I ought to call someone to pick up the girls because I didn't want them to catch another virus...but then we were all potentially exposed yesterday....and I don't want to get anyone else sick...and Granana is busy working on remodeling projects, so she can't come....What to do??!?

Thank the Lord, he stopped throwing up. I got a shower and he a bath, ran a load of icky laundry, and made dinner. But no packing or doughnuts.
I might just have to buy some doughnuts. I don't deep fry things. It seems too risky and too much oil usage to justify, and I don't have a doughnut pan, so baking them is kind of out too, but I was going to try, somehow.
The packing must be done tomorrow, and I'm thankful that my mountain of laundry is a clean mountain. We can't find anything in it, but if we really really tried, we could. It is worth quite a lot to have a clean pile of clothes rather than heaps of dirty ones.

Emery's working late tonight on a big project. Somehow when he's not here, I feel complete liberty in feeding the children at 5pm and putting them to bed by 6:30 or 7pm. I mean, it's dark outside, why not?
I do like for them all to have time with Emery in the evenings, and usually, bed time is 8, but I don't see any reason for prolonging the inevitable if Daddy isn't here.
I'll tell you one problem with this scenario, eating at 5 and Not getting to sleep by 9 means you need a snack to be able to get to sleep at all. [In other words, I'm hungry, and I'm tempted to eat some of the leftover icing. It might be worth brushing my teeth again.

Late last week, we went to the library for the first time this month. We'd gotten into going every week or more, so it was fresh and exciting and I had a pile of books on hold that were ready to pick up. I'm always surprised at which books become favorites for a week or so. And more than that, the girls would rather hear the ones I've read for times over than to read ones we haven't gotten around to at all. This week's favorites include: Harry and Mudge, the Garbage Barge, and Ollie the Other Reindeer....all of which were chosen via the random grab off the shelf method. Ahem, none of the ones I had reserved have made the cut so far, but then again we haven't read them yet. Time will tell, and probably Ollie the other Reindeer will be the reigning champ anyway.

One more: it hit me a little while ago, there will be no holiday mashed potatoes on my plate this week. Dairy is the culprit. And the holiday potatoes with the cream cheese and pools of butter. Well, I'm just not going to think about it. But, man, are they good. I'll have to pick a relative to live vicariously through as they eat theirs.
We aren't poor, pitiful allergy sufferers this season. I've made us a dose of festive at two dinners already. Dressing, cranberries, carrot cake, and sweet potatoes were all scrumptious, and I'm sure we're the better for not hoarding down all the goodness in one setting. So come Thursday, our plates might we a bit more sparse than others, but that's quite alright for we haven't been much deprived.

One more part 2: My heart goes out to those that are hurting right now. I know in our circle, four have passed in the last week or so, and in our family there are anniversaries of loved ones gone. I'm thankful for our heavenly Father who binds up the broken-hearted and comfort the comfortless. May He give each of you peace.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

World // our reaction

Okay, hot button issue time.

You'll have to excuse me, but I don't feel all the posts on social media really affect what will be decided in Washington. Maybe they do, but I kind of doubt it. So let's step back from the immigration policy issue - because that will be decided by people other than me (and I'm thankful for that!) - let's get real about how we'll react.

If thousands of refugees enter our country and join our communities...what are you going to do? Complain about them taking "our" jobs?
Wax less than poetic about how they should go home?

Or are you going to show the love of Christ to these hurting, displaced people?

You know, I've moved around a lot in the last few years, and I've quipped about being a stranger and sojourner, but compared to being a refugee from a war-torn nation...there is no comparison.
And maybe there are some crazies that end up being allowed inside our border, but we've got a pretty good stock of crazies here already. We're all sinners. We're all capable of horrendous, egregious sins. "But for the grace of God, there go I".

Let's be light and salt in our communities, whatever the outcome. Let's show kindness and love to those in need. Let's share the Balm of Gilead with wounded souls.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Church family.

We've had a solid week of sickness.
The germs percolating through every family member. Emery has come out the least scathed. The rest of us are still keeping the tissue companies' profits in the red.
Elijah has perfected his "don't wipe my nose!" wiggle. 

It's been a long week as you may imagine.

But, let's take a moment to recognize and thank the God in heaven that we were NOT dealing with the stomach virus. Hallelujah! There was no vomit this week, and for this I am very grateful.

We're 3x a week church people, and for me to miss two Sundays in a row feels like I'm living in an alternate universe. I'm a "mark the passage of time by church services" kind of girl -- this stuff throws me off thoroughly.  I sure hope we're all healthy enough to join in on the Thanksgiving Dinner this Wednesday night.

It's tradition, see? The Wednesday the week before Thanksgiving is always our dinner at church. Well, we have dinner at church every Wednesday, but this one's Thanksgiving style. I love it. The table is always filled to max capacity with homey fixings, and everyone shares the things that they're thankful for this year.
It's a very loving time.
Little children might be dressed as pilgrims and sing a song or recite a verse. And we'll probably all join hands and pray. Because that's how we roll. We're a church family with a heavy emphasis on the family part.

When I was a teenager, I thought thought I certainly wouldn't be still at Shoal Creek down the road, and I was gone to another state for half a dozen years, but here I am, again. With husband and little ones, and as happy as a clam to be here. With family.

{Let me add, that I have loved every church I've been a part of over the years. And I miss the dear ones in Maryland, Mississippi, and Tennessee, but there's an extra special blessing in raising my children in the same church where I was raised.}