Thursday, December 26, 2013

Used and unused Christmas wrapping paper?

When I was little, everybody made a big deal about the fair.  We had art contests for it in school, and every kid got excited about it. 

We couldn't afford to go.  So we made our own fair;  The Dandylion Fair! 

It wasn't Christmas season, so I guess we needed something to be excited about.  We spent weeks coming up with booths and rides and treats, like frozen yogurt pops (we could afford to make our own yogurt). 

One of our rides resembled "It's a Small World".  I would pull the wagon through an intricate path around the house and garage where we had decorated each place with a different theme.  This required some dusty library books on paper crafts and lots and lots of paper.  Also some string and tape.  We worked and worked and worked on it.  But the results were breathtaking.  I especially remember the under the sea one.
  We hung hundreds of Dr. Seuss type fish from the ceiling at various levels, with twirly seaweed and stuff thrown in.  It seemed like all the stuff was floating around you as you drifted through the ocean. 
Well, guess what we all have now?
Lots and lots and lots of paper!!!

(I just trace around a square box to get a square on the Christmas paper.)

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"You'd better watch out,"

Sometimes Santa doesn't come because you're naughty.
Sometimes Santa doesn't come because you won't go to bed.
Sometimes Santa doesn't come because you sneak up to try to see him.
Sometimes Santa doesn't come because you're too excited to sleep.
And sometimes Santa doesn't come because he is up all night getting thrown up on by the baby.

I love babies, I have lots of them, and I love the outdoors.  I love the idea of being a gypsy or on a adventure, and carrying everything you need.  I love hiking.  I also love simple machines.  So perhaps it isn't any wonder that I love rugged strollers and wagons to take all my kids in. 
When I had just one kid, and one on the way, I got the neatest and best stroller out there, one of the best gifts I've ever gotten.  It was an original 20" wheeled babyjogger, back when babyjogger was the only one who made jogging strollers, or at least decent ones.


I love the big 20" front wheel.  No amount of springs makes it as easy to go over curbs as simply having the axle of the front wheel higher than the curb, not to mention deep gravel, ruts, and hills. 

I was thrilled, and thought it would last my whole life.  I could carry the next one in a baby carrier or backpack (both of which I was fancy enough to have).  And by the time I had a third one, the oldest would just love to hike just like I do and would walk miles and miles with me.

But carrying a baby on you when your 8 months pregnant isn't fun, and despite seeing everybody elses three year olds riding bikes and walking with their older siblings, mine just wanted to ride with his younger siblings.  So I started dreaming of other strollers in earnest.  I used my jogging stroller everywhere, it was like having legs again - like a good wheelchair must feel to those who can't walk.  It made me mobile again, and I LOVE walking.  I could take it in any building easily, and even up 3 flights of stairs when the library elevator was broken.  But back then there weren't any tandem jogging strollers that didn't look like medical equipment, and double wide ones just didn't go everywhere.  But one day I saw a lady with a classic pram.  I was in love.  I found this

on the internet, and dreamed and drooled as I had 2 more babies.  I ended up just squishing them all in my wagon


and tying one onto me and carrying one on my shoulders, depending on how many were asleep in the wagon and preventing too much squishing.

Then I found it mislabeled on e-bay, and knew it was placed there just for me so we could afford it.  It would come just in time for Christmas.  I was banned from the computer, and pretended that I didn't highly suspect I had the biggest Christmas present ever coming!  Christmas is my favorite time of year.  Stuffing stockings is my favorite thing I do all year, but after I played Santa, I couldn't get to sleep to see if Santa would come.  Usually I can fall asleep anywhere;  tree, cement, folding chair, but I wanted Santa to come and to wake up to my dream stroller sitting in the middle of the living room, so bad, I layed there all night with butterflies in my stomach, trying to sleep.
I did get my dream stroller - just Santa didn't set it up that night.  He's tricky like that! 
Incidentally, the babyjogger ended up being used more and for a longer time.  I would pile 3 kids on it between each others legs like on a sled.  Only this last year did the fabric, which has been left out in the weather countless times, finally rip.  The frame is rusted in some spots which makes it hard to fold up, but is still salvageable! (It has a lifetime warranty - now I know why)  It is pretty much indestructible to have survived us.  I have used and abused it constantly now for well over a decade.  It has gone thousands and thousands of miles with hundreds of pounds on it.  If they could fit in it, I would push them in it.  Now I see the modern version of the same stroller is $1,000  but I say it is worth that much.  If I had bought a new stroller for $25 every time a normal one would have broken (most days around us), I would have spent more than that by now, an not have felt like I had legs again!

The wagon I dream about now: 


What I really want now that my older kids are riding bikes all over town!

http://www.astreetbikenameddesire.com/babboe_curve.html

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

When the kids are throwing up all night long

Rule #1 Keep the laundry moving!

Rule # 2 I you run out of non-thrown-up-on towels, blankets, sheets, and rags, (which I have done before), the empty bathtub is a wonderful place to make a bed out of any cloth you can find (T-shirts are nice and soft and cottony).

It is times like these that I am grateful for a dryer!  And then I start to think of people who have, and people who do live with sickness in cold  places without stuff like dryers.  And I think of times in winter when I have gone without a dryer, with several in cloth diapers.  I remember my Grandmother telling about diapers hanging around the stove, and I am reminded of this book,

"The next year the twins were born.  Fanny washed diapers and hung them on the stove, washed diapers and hung them across the mantel, washed diapers and hung them from the doorknobs."  I've done this before.  Actually, with sublimation things usually dry faster hanging outside, even when it is very cold, unless it is very foggy or snowy, rainy, sleety, oblecky, or "any other kind of precipitation"-y.  I have even been able to dry stuff while it was snowing.  The snow was so dry and powdery, and the wind was blowing so much, they (thankfully, I really needed them) dried at a speed comparable to the dryer I didn't have right them.
 
When I lived in a dry climate, I even successfully dried laundry outside for 2 weeks where the hottest temperature in the middle of the hottest day, was 1*.  I think it has to do with the air circulation.  Just like a fan will defrost your freezer faster because new air molecules have't gotten wet yet.  Makes me wonder just how much better for you the air outside is compared to the air inside.  It has been said that the reason we get sick more in winter isn't because it is colder, it is because we spend more time indoors because it is so hard to get kids ready to go outside!

After experiencing not having a dryer in the middle of winter, (with several babies in cloth diapers), more than once, I tend to lean heavily towards polyester fleece and polyester micro-plush (minky)
 material to have winter clothes and blankets made out of.  I often think of the pioneers freezing to death on the plains, and I wish I could send them a micro-plush blankie.  I usually prefer natural materials like hemp, linen (made from your good old healthy flax plant), cotton,

 and peace silk (I love silk!), but for warmth, softness, extreme durability, and washing and drying fast and easily, you can't beat polyester fleece or micro-plush!  Did you know that not only can you cut fleece and not have to hem it to keep it from unraveling, but the same thing is true with micro-plush.  As you cut it, lots of little bits that you have cut get all over, as the nature of the material makes you cut lots of little things as you cut it, but if you then wash it, and get all the extra cut little fuzzes off, it will never unravel more at all.  So any pattern that calls for fleece, you can also use micro-plush (minky) instead.  (And I think micro-plush is so much softer and nicer, and it doesn't get pilly and itchy as fast if you wash it a million times on hot because it got thrown up on!)  Though the longer the knap, the itchier it tends to get if it is washed a million times.  And unless it says so, it is usually only soft on one side.

I realized that I can send these things back in time, in a way.  There are people right now, who are living just like the pioneers, and who could use plastic (polyester) blankets just as much!  Not to mention homeless people in our own backyards, who could use an extrmely durable, extremely soft, extremely water resistant, extremely easy and fast to wash and dry (really cheep at the laundry matt - no extra quarters because it isn't dry yet), blanket!


If you want to make a cute homemade blanket that is easy to sew or even no-sew:  http://www.wikihow.com/Make-a-Fleece-Tie-Blanket (If I were to use micro-plush
minky for this, I would make the fringe things slightly thicker.  Micro-plush does shed a little as you wash it the first time, shrinking the size of things like fringes, but after that it won't ever unravel, just like fleece!)
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The reason I like these places is stated so well on the "about" page of the Project Linus:  "Provide a rewarding and fun service opportunity for interested individuals and groups in local communities, for the benefit of children."

There are lots of places where you can donate money, (lots of money), to help people, but even when there are so many people in the world who need help, I think perhaps we have gone too far in making helping efficient.  There is something else there that is just as or I would argue, more important than how many blankets are donated.  It is the person giving the blanket feeling it.  If you just donate money, there is no personal connection.  But if you spend time making something like a blanket, or a fleece hat, you have time to personalize it and to think about how the person who receives it will enjoy the personality you give it. 

You can sometimes get micro-plush blankets for really cheap at a local store this time of year, as they try to sell out Christmas stuff before New Years. - I would buy the cheap blankets, and just use them as material to sew what I wanted.
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(remember, when using micro-plush minky instead of fleece, cut it a little larger because it sheds that first time and looses a little around the edges - then it should never unravel at all again!)

Even better yet, make a bunch of blankets and hats (and anything else you can think of) and go find and visit homeless people in your own back yard.  Then you don't have to just imagine their happiness.  Giving isn't only about the person being given to being helped.  I would argue that it is mostly about us having a chance to experience that pure joy that comes from doing it!


 

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

I think my son plays minecraft too much ;)

He WANTS coal in his stocking!
(He says he needs it to make steel. ;)

Last minute Monkey Christmas Present craft!



"Insect, insect, insect beams!"

We are experts at doing things last minute!  When my daughter started band and choir at the local public school, school started at 8:05 a.m.  On the first day of school, we walked into the store to buy her school supplies at 7:52 a.m.  It only takes 7 min. to get from the store to the school, right?

So Christmas shopping is always cheaper right before Christmas.  Significantly so.  That is when we do all our shopping.  (often it is not very crowded either).  That way we can answer truthfully that we haven't gotten the kids anything for Christmas if they ask ;)

This year we put in an order from Amazon at 2:59 p.m. Thurs.  and they got here tonight!  We were outside when the Santa Claus truck came, so knowing they were the real Santa Clauses that go around the world in one night, I ran to the truck to get the boxes from them so they could take Christmas to more people faster, or at least get home to their families faster.  That's the least I can do.  They support Christmas so much!!!


So, speaking of last minute Christmas gifts, I love this idea my daughter came up with when she heard my little brother liked monkeys and she wanted to give him a monkey for Christmas!

I don't know what it is stuffed with, but it is just a sock with hair rubber bands on it!  I thought it was so creative.  The heel on the other side in the yellow is so cute too.  Sorry I don't have a better picture!

Mistletoe for Freedom!

Help save Christmas for this family!

Buy unsubstantial mistletoe from them for $2.50

Their paypal:  rbrow107@msn.com

and please turn this cause viral :)

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

My friends don't have very much money.  Their kids have consistently been top sellers at the school when they sell candy and chocolates for fund raisers.  So being creative and not wanting to get charity, they devised a plan to use their specific talents to raise money, as they made the world a better place.  They would buy mistletoe in bulk and then make these cute mistletoe hangy things and sell them door to door for $2.50.

They were extra cautious not to disturb people if there was any sign they would not appreciate solicitors, and they were doing well, until the police got involved.

Apparently 11 year olds need background checks (think $400 for the family) in order to sell door to door, (unless of course it is for a big company using kids as child labor to sell their candy through the schools).  We must keep the residents of our town safe!

They researched and tried to talk sense into the policeman, and were told they could come plead their case Monday.

They did yesterday, and were told in no uncertain terms that they would not be allowed to sell mistletoe without paying over $400!  That is all they expected to make if they sold every last one!
"You're a mean one Mr. Grinch!"

I suggested selling online, but at this point they kind of are out of time.
So I would like everybody who reads this to help save Christmas!  I got their paypal.  It is

rbrow107@msn.com   rbrow107@msn.com

If everybody who reads this buys some unsubstantial mistletoe from them for $2.50, we could show them how much the world really does care, and show the big business/government entity that we don't need them and their $400 background checks on 11 year olds.  Also, even if you can't afford $2.50, if everybody who read this turned this story viral, we could spread the Christmas Spirit all over the world, giving people the chance to give.

("Money is like manure. You have to spread it around.")

I am actually really grateful for this chance.  I have no money, and with so many kids, I have no time and even less energy.  But I so love to give Christmas presents, so hopefully writing this post is my chance.  How much fun for everybody to have the chance to help save Christmas, just by spreading the word.  Wouldn't it be fun if they got the biggest Christmas ever!

Also, I was thinking that we could make mistletoe the symbol of freedom for the Christmas season!  If everybody who was sick of being shot down when they try to rise from the mud of having to brownnose  their boss or the govt. (or both) in order to be able to afford to follow all the expensive rules we deal with here (like keeping your grass mowed).  If everybody who believed in freedom hung mistletoe, what a statement it would be.  What a statement it would be to have mistletoe everywhere!  (I'm thinking I'll hang ours in the car - it is poisonous to have around our "taste first, think later" house)

One year we had no money. (familiar story, lol)  As I was leaving the store parking lot, I saw a man with a sign, begging.  I had nothing I could spare, but we kept our loose change in the ashtray.  I scooped up all of it, and gave it to him.  It was probably less than a dollar.  He said "Thank you, oh thank you, God bless you!"  Knowing that God does answer prayers, even those, or maybe especially those uttered by homeless beggars, I wondered if God would bless us with some of the things we needed.  Then I realized that God had already blessed me with what I wanted most.  It is hard to be poor.  I had nothing to give;  no time, no energy, no money.  I was even too tired to think straight, so I couldn't even give my wisdom.  But the Lord had blessed me so lovingly with a chance to give to someone to whom less than $1 made a difference.  Someone who was intensely grateful even for something so insignificant that I could give it.

Monday, December 23, 2013

Bringing Home The Tree


    
I love Christmas trees!  I love trees and all things alive (almost) and plants, but especially trees.  They are my favorite animal.  So I just love having a real tree in the house at Christmas time.  I always felt bad that the tree gave up its life like a picked flower staying alive only from the water in the vase for a few days, in order to have this connection, in order to connect with and love us.

When I was small, I used to dream of building a house with a porch around a Christmas tree, and then we would enclose the porch for Christmas morning, so we could have a truly live tree.  I wanted a real, live not dying, Christmas tree SO bad, but I was told that that couldn't work - so I was happy to at least get dead flower Christmas trees.  I never gave up on my dream, though.

Then, when I met my husband from "save the earth"-ville, he said what he always says, the perfect thing.  His whole life growing up they had live, truly live, Christmas trees, that instead of chopping down a tree for Christmas, they planted one.  Everything I find out about him, and I still am getting to know him better and better constantly.  Everything I find out about him is always better than my wildest dreams. (but that's not why I love him - it just makes it easier to think of something nice to say to him to cheer him up.)

So it has always been especially special for us to get a potted tree each year at Christmas.  I cannot say that this is infinitely better than chopping one down.  I'm sure thousands of trees are planted each year because of the money people are able to make from cut Christmas trees.  Tree farms must be wonderful places, and the whole life of the tree, until it gets to be the tallest most beautiful perfect tree that can only fit in the tallest part of the fanciest house, the whole life of the tree is spent making the world a better place and the air more beautiful, and I'm sure making the lives of those who work on tree farms infinitely better than they would be if they were otherwise stuck in an office or a plastic factory.  Though I'm not against plastic trees, as they prevent trees  from being cut down each year.  I guess I'm only against disposable plastic trees, if there is such a horrible thing.

And not all of our trees have lived.  We have never owned our own land, so we give them away, or go plant them on the side of a road in the middle of nowhere near other trees like them, so they will be happy and have a chance to live.  We are saddened each time one dies.  One time we had no money for rent, and had to move, so we just left our tree in the parking lot of the church with a sign on it for someone to please take it home and love it.   But some we have gone back to find and to visit, and they are still alive!  I just have to remember, it is not bad to die, it is just bad to kill.
And it is the idea.  To me the tree is a living thing.  Not just a living thing, but I connect more to it than I do to a person.  I love trees!  So whatever the best thing to do at Christmas for the greater good of the environment and the world as a whole is, I don't know.  But for the individual tree that we get and love, to be loved and to at least have someone want you to live and go out of their way to have you live and to love you, being a potted tree is the best thing.

One year we were really tight on money, but it has been a tradition to get a live tree and it is my favorite part of Christmas.  So the night before Christmas we went to the store, and they had a little tiny one in a pot the size of a cup, and it was on "we need to get rid of it before Christmas" sale, so we could afford it!  (I think it was less than $1.  That is when we can afford to go Christmas shopping!  It is so fun!)  We put it on top of our windowsill and piled the presents around, and that was the best Christmas!

So yesterday we drove to a little old lady's house way out in the country.  The only place in town where you can get a living Christmas tree that will withstand the winter.  My sister from out of town was like, "Where we live everybody gets a Christmas tree, so you can just get one in any old parking lot.  It's weird so few people here get Christmas trees that you have to drive clear out here."  Then she saw the trees and she was like "Oh!  You mean a LIVE, live Christmas tree!  That is so COOL!"  :)

It was dark, and nobody was there, but we piled out anyway and tried to look at some trees by the light of my sisters phone, lol.  I tied one baby on to me and had another on my hip, and then they saw the cat, and so they were happy.  I love Christmas trees.  I didn't want to become too attached to any one, because I knew we were only taking one home.  But I stuck out my hand and let the pine needles brush me and could feel the tree.  I used to climb trees all the time, and come home with my arms scraped and bleeding.  I called them tree kisses.

So we listened to which tree was ours, counted our cash and thought of just taking the tree and leaving the money, but the lady showed up. (We hadn't known it was 10% off, so it was nice she came.)  Then we brought our tree home.  It was kind of like adopting a cat.  Now it feels like Christmas!  All the stress of the last year just disappeared and it was like we were celebrating the bringing in of the tree into our home.  Celebrating the start of a living thing with us, like the start of the Saviors life.  Whether we have presents or decorations doesn't matter anymore.  They are still fun to do, but only for the fun of it.  The real joy of Christmas is already within our home, and we don't have to do anything else to try to get it to come.  We are having a Christmas, and those are just accessories, ones I really love and are my favorite things in the whole world, but not ones Christmas depends upon.  I love a tree in the house.  There is a certain feeling that comes into our home with it, like there is a certain feeling in a home when a baby is born.  The kids played on it all day, having their fingers climb up it like little people climbing a giant redwood.

Then we sang Christmas carols to it all together as a whole big family, and there wasn't anything better in the world.


  " In all our trials born to be our friend"  - Oh Holy Night!


   
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