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Feet On My Bed

Tonight, it’s late.  There are littles sprawled throughout my room, as they have been all week long while daddy is away at a conference. Little puzzle pieces of legs, arms, and tiny bodies finding a comfortable spot on the bed or mattress on the floor.  I wouldn’t want it any other way.
As much as we miss our daddy while he’s gone, I think this week has been a much needed week for these growing littles of mine.  This week there have been endless talks of life and learning. We’ve read from the Horse and His Boy hours into the night, while their tired eyes begged for one more chapter, just so we could find out who was walking next to Shasta. We’ve adventured to a picnic at the park with a special stop on the way home at an ice cream shop. They’ve played. And I’ve listened.
I’m reminded this week how easy it is to miss their growing up. From right underneath my nose in the day to day, they grow up.
Our little number 3 turned 2. She mastered the art of the potty, and in a weeks time is now insisting on doing everything “big.”  And I’m remembering her beginnings, on a bus, with those tiny folded hands. Just like that, she’s not the baby.  One of the team now.
Our oldest little, I’m finding is no longer a little. She’s a big. With hair that shines red in the sun, eyes that sparkle green, and a splash of freckles across her nose just to give the passerby a double take.
And not to be outdone our little formerly known as middle has lost the very last remains of the baby only a mamma can see. Her face has thinned out. Her hair now down to her shoulders, her legs long and thin.
One, two, three, four littles growing up so quickly, right out from under my nose. If I don’t soak it in now, these moments will be lost forever. Making me grateful for a week to take them in. To watch them breath at night, and feel their little feet kicking on my legs, trying to find room on the bed. If I don’t slow down just enough to breath them in, and watch them grow, I fear I’ll miss some of the greatest things about living this life.
Oh, how I’m grateful for these feet on my bed.


Little Mamma in the Kitchen

Mini Mamma in the Kitchen

Tonight as I kissed her forehead goodnight, she told me how much she loves to cook. As she kissed mine I told her how much I loved to watch her cook.

The inspiration?

The Inspiration

and the result….

The Result

Those are butterfly cut out peanut butter and jelly’s with sprinkles on top. Please don’t fail to mention the decor underneath the plate–That’s feathers and other fancies.

Also included, but not appearing were apples topped with sprinkles, and neatly placed in little snowflake mini cupcake papers, as well as water with apple slices on the rim–girl can improvise when no lemons are found!

I love how their minds work. Most of all, I love watching their little minds learning.

Exploding Soap!

We’re beginning a new series in our lives. I intend to blog about it, but I’m smart enough to not make any promises. The littles have been excited for science recently, and are all about trying different experiments. I had searched all over the internet for a good experiment kit, but in the end I think pinterest is going to do us nicely for a great resource. And so, thanks to Pinterest, I introduce, Experiment Wednesdays.–no, don’t expect any alliteration here. I’m not that fancy.

Our first go in, we discovered exploding soap.  Which translates to–perfect home experiment for a 6 and 4 year old, and their parents. I admit, I’m easily amused.

Unfortunately for pinterest and the blogs the idea linked to, I couldn’t find a good explanation of WHY the experiment worked like it did. It took me a bit of googling to find a good explanation. So before I go on, I’ll tell you now, that this blog–5 Orange Potatoes--goes above and beyond in explaining this experiment, with extra fancy ideas included. We ended up keeping her blog post up and basing most of our experiment off of her suggestions. ^_^

For us?  We began by creating our own science journals. The girls intend to use them to document every experiment they do, and as Z would have it in her fancy nancy fashion, they needed to be pretty.
the science journals

(I bet you’ll never figure out which one is Zuri’s)


The littles then wrote down their observations–many to the suggestions of the 5 Orange Potatoes post, and some of our own as well. (if you’re interested, her post has a downloadable little booklet she made for the experiment)

We observed that the soap was white, it was easily molded–unlike the Irish spring soap bar we were also testing–it floated unlike the Irish Spring soap, and Z noticed that it smelled fantastic.

inside the science journal

Then the fun began:

Microwave Rays

For this experiment all you need to do is

  • put a chunk of the ivory soap in the microwave
  • Start the microwave with a couple of minutes on the clock –The results will happen immediately, and any time you stop the microwave you’ll be satisfied with the results.

If you chose to do this experiment don’t forget your hypothesis!  Hosanna hypothesized the soap wouldn’t change at all, while Zuri predicted it would melt.  Both were more then thrilled with the results.
exploded soap

and then to round things out, and per 5 orange potatoes suggestion we wet our hands and made fantastic little soap molds.–a word to the wise, don’t add to much water like some 4 year olds might be prone to do. All that will happen is you’ll have some thick soapy water in the end. BUT, it’ll be fun doing it.

taking experiments to another level

So WHY does this happen as opposed to other soaps?

The experiment is an example of Charles’ Law in action:

Charles’s law  (chärlzz)


The physical law that the volume of a fixed mass of gas held at a constant pressure varies directly with the absolute temperature.

To translate into human terms that a mamma can explain to her 6 and 4 year old:

When the soap gets hot the water that inside the soap vaporizes making bubbles while the heat also causes the air that’s trapped inside to expand. When the soap is heated the air molecules move faster causing them to expand.  Making the soap changes it’s proportions and “explode.”–again, I’ll tell you now, that I might not be the greatest at explaining this but if you check out 5 Orange Potatoes, her explanations really helped me out.

I’d say for our first experiment we sure had a good one. ^_^ Stayed tuned for more–but I’m not making any promises…



Some things we make on Pinterest make me feel like an awesome super hero mom.

Making our own glitter was one of those things.–you can make your own glitter, who knew?! Not only that but the website the pin came from made me squeal with excitement. It’s basically a whole site with fantastic DIY kid craft supplies and other fun things (ie, glue, paint, crayons) I see a lot of use of this site in our future. I’m thrilled.

Our Glamorous Life

I’ve taken to calling life glamorous lately. Partially sarcastically. Mostly because it’s true.

It’s easy to forget that life is glamorous. Life is hard. And the pains of living take over the joy of it.  Yet, sometimes the most glamorous thing is reading the same book 18 times on the couch. Looking back, we’ve had a year of overly glamorous things, living on a bus, touching our toes in both oceans in three months time, the sort of things you only read about other people doing.

The truth is, those things were fun, and filled some adventure seeking things that I only dreamed of filling. and I forever want to go back to the south west. Still,  I always loved the moments home the most. The ordinary life living things are some of the most fantastic things I have done. 

Making Christmas cookies because it was cold last night. Painting pictures. Reading a book 18 times on the couch because we can. That is a glamorous life. 

I’ve been remembering to say yes more then I say no. Which reminds me why I love raising our girls the way we do. Where they have a say in life, and their ideas and opinions matter. It’s when I let them go and grow in the ways they know best that I see them flourish. I see my biggest little learning to read. I see my middle little mastering puzzles. I see my littlest learning to build with blocks.  The littles are working together, and finding their rolls in life as sisters. It’s a beautiful thing that I had been missing living on a bus. Wait. No, it’s a glamorous thing. 

It really is a glamorous life, isn’t it?

My Dynamic Fantastic Little

I have this little. She’s my oldest of three, and at the age of five she has life figured out.


Sometimes she doesn’t really.

Like the other night when she didn’t get her way and threw a tantrum for an hour.–not a lie. an hour.

She’s dynamic to say the least. But that’s what I love about her. Today, that girl rode her bike over 5 miles. Did you know she learned to ride with out training wheels last year? she totally did. If I didn’t previously mention it, she’s awesome.

One of this girls favorite things to do is make stories. It doesn’t matter what, just stories. And when I’m on top of things as a mamma, we write the stories down.

“Then they finally, discovered a snake living near by. The biggest snake in the world.  They were so scared they didn’t know what to do. So, they just sat in a tent all night worrying. They jus t pulled out their spy glasses and looked for slide tracks. they searched and searched all night. the woke up and looked and looked until they found it and wondered how to defeat it.”

She’s calls herself an author. And I’m okay with that.

Oh this dynamic fantastic little.