Saturday, February 28
Friday, February 27
After a morning church service, we realized that the weather was going to be nice and warm. Add a beautiful windy day in with a cheesy Friday, and a kite that has been waiting to be flown since Christmas, and you have the recipe for a great outing!
Wednesday, February 25
Tuesday, February 24
Monday, February 23
Sunday, February 22
Saturday, February 21
I was in a re-arranging mood the other day and tried changing the play kitchen around. Putting it on a chest with more "counter" space and lots of drawers for food and other kitchen essentials has been great for our little ones. They love the space and the fact that it is a little closer to the ground than the nightstand we had it on before. I love the wood combination and that it fills up that small wall in our kitchen so well! It is always amazes me that children get more interested in something when it is arranged in a pretty and organized manner - even if it takes a little more effort to keep it that way!
Friday, February 20
Thursday, February 19
Sunday, February 15
Saturday, February 14
Thursday, February 12
Wednesday, February 11
Monday, February 9
Here is my list for this week:
1. Give myself a pedicure
2. Make homemade Valentines!
3. Learn how to use the new-to-me cookie press we received
4. Clean off the screened-in porch (the children have really been enjoying that playspace the past few days... we should enjoy it while we are here!)
5. Make lots of yummy meals for a fast-free week!
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Saturday, February 7
Friday, February 6
Thursday, February 5
Wednesday, February 4
Tuesday, February 3
In December 2006, I posted an excerpt of The Singing House on my blog. Many readers enjoyed it as much as I did, but none of us could find it in it's entirety. Several weeks ago, Samantha e-mailed me and said that she had found the whole story and she e-mailed it to me so that I could post it here for you all to read. Thank you, Samantha!
May Morgan Potter’s “The Singing House," a story
published in the 1932 edition of “PTA Magazine.”
I tied the napkin around Fred’s neck and placed before him his glass of orange juice, his cereal, his big glass of foamy milk. In my own opinion I classified among the superior mothers whose children are brought up in the approved manner of an enlightened day.
Fred ate it all dutifully and then slipped down from his chair.
‘Now can I go over to Jimmy’s, Mother?’ he asked.
‘But Fred,’ I remonstrated, ‘you were over there
yesterday, yes, and the day before. Why not have Jimmy come here
‘Oh, he wouldn’t want to.’ Fred’s lip quivered in spite
of his six years of manhood. ‘Please, mother.’
‘Why do you like Jimmy’s house better than ours, son?’ I
pursued. It came to me suddenly that Fred and all his companions were always wanting to go to Jimmy’s house.
‘Why,’ he explained hesitantly, ‘it’s ‘cause—it’s ‘cause
Jimmy’s house is a singing house.’
‘A singing house?’ I questioned. ‘Now what do you mean by that?’
‘Well,’ Fred was finding it hard to explain, ‘Jimmy’s
mother hums when she sews; and Annie-in-the-kitchen, she sings when she cuts out cookies; and Jimmy’s daddy always whistles when he comes home.’ Fred stopped a moment and added, ‘Their curtains are rolled clear up and there’s flowers in the windows. All the boys like Jimmy’s house, mother.’
‘You may go, son,’ I said quickly. I wanted him out of the way so I could think.
I looked around my house. Everyone told me how lovely it was. There were oriental rugs. We were paying for them on installments. That was why there wasn’t any Annie-in-the-kitchen here. We were paying for the overstuffed furniture and the car that way, also. Perhaps that was why Fred’s daddy didn’t whistle when he came in the house.
I put on my hat and went over to Jimmy’s house, even if it was and Saturday morning. It came to me that Mrs. Burton would not mind being interrupted in the middle of the morning. She never seemed to be in a hurry. She met me at the door with a towel around her head.
‘Oh, come in. I have just finished the living room. No indeed, you are not interrupting. I’ll just take off this headdress and be right in.’
While I waited, I looked around. The rugs were almost threadbare; the curtains, dotted Swiss, ruffled and tied back; the furniture, old and scarred but freshened with new cretonnes. A table
with a bright cover held a number of late magazines. In the window were hanging baskets of ivy and wandering Jew, while a bird warbled from his cage hanging in the sun. Homey, that was the
The kitchen door was open and I saw Jerry, the baby, sitting on the clean linoleum, watching Annie as she pinched together the edges of an apple pie. She was singing; singing “Springtime in the
Mrs. Burton came in smiling. ‘Well,’ she asked, ‘what is it? For I know you came for something; you are such a busy woman.’
‘Yes,’ I said abruptly, ‘I came to see what a singing house is like.’
Mrs. Burton looked puzzled. ‘Why, what do you mean?’
‘Fred says he loves to come here because you have a singing house. I begin to see what he means.’
‘What a wonderful compliment!’ Mrs. Burton’s face flushed. ‘But of course my house doesn’t compare with yours. Everyone says you have the loveliest house in town.’
‘But it isn’t a singing house,’ I objected. ‘It’s just a house without a soul. Tell me how you came to have one.’
‘Well,’ smiled Mrs. Burton, ‘if you really want to know. You see, John doesn’t make much. I don’t think he ever will. He isn’t the type. We have to cut somewhere, and we decided on nonessentials. I am not very strong and when Jerry came we decided Annie was an essential if the children were to have a cheerful mother. Then there are books, magazines, and music.’ She pointed to the radio. ‘These are things the children can keep inside. They can’t be touched by fire or reverses so we decided they were essentials. Of course good wholesome food is another essential, but we don’t buy things out of season, and our bills are not large. The children’s clothes are very simple and I make them. But when all these things are paid for, there doesn’t seem to be much left for rugs and furniture. But we find we get almost as much pleasure from our long country walks, with Jerry in her buggy, as we would in a car, especially if we had to worry about financing it. We don’t go into debt if we can avoid it. Moreover, we are happy’, she
‘I see,’ I said thoughtfully. I looked over at Jerry and Fred in the corner. They had manufactured a train out of match boxes and were loading it with wheat. They were scattering it a good deal, but wheat is clean and wholesome.
I went home. My oriental rugs looked faded. I snapped my curtains to the top of the windows, but the light was subdued as it came through the silken draperies. The overstuffed couch looked bulky, and not nearly so inviting as Mrs. Burton’s old day-bed with pillows you were not afraid to use. [My house was not a singing house.] I determined to make it sing .
Monday, February 2
Sunday, February 1
The Meeting of the Lord
The Publican and the Pharisee
The Prodigal Son
Prepare for Great Lent
Keep to homemaking budget
Shampoo downstairs carpet
Work on photo albums for birthdays
Donate decluttered items
Hang shade in nursery
Tidy back porch
Find child sized chairs
Find child-sized shelving
Host a craft playdate
Improve prayer life
Potty learning for Daughter
Groundhog Day (2nd)
Valentine’s Day (14th)
Aunt Susan (17th)
Baking on Monday
Library on Tuesday
Playdate on Wednesday
Arts and Crafts on Thursday
Games on Friday
The sign of the cross
Setting the table and helping with the dishes
Late Winter felt board
Nature table scene and book basket
Full Snow moon (February 9th)
Log cabin made of pretzels
Visit an Art Museum
Heart birdseed cakes for the birds