Randomness

August 20, 2010 > No Comments

It’s been awhile since I’ve written a chatty post. I’ve been up to my elbows in dishes, diapers, laundry, home school curricula, and many other things I am certain my regular readers can relate to. I’ve had very little time or desire to try to write more than two sentences in my hands-free “free” time – just exactly what is free-time!? I have what one might consider free-time while nursing a baby, but usually I am eating my breakfast, lunch or supper during those so called “free” times. Or I might be grading schoolwork , making necessary phone calls, menu planning or just staring into space trying to remember exactly *what* I am supposed to be doing. So please forgive the randomness of this post. It’s a compilation of things going on around here and thoughts running through my mind.

Baby William is 7 weeks old. Where has the time gone?! It truly is amazing how quickly time passes as you grow older. I had a series of medical problems after his birth that had me pretty much bedridden for the first 2 weeks. Thankfully, I am much better and William is doing fantastic. It’s hard (very hard) to stop and soak in all these precious moments…I have a tendency to get caught up in my to-do list that I forget to stop and revel in the madness that makes up my life right now. I know I will regret it in time to come.

The 2010/2011 school year has begun here in our home. Last week was our first official week of school. While we do summer school, it’s much more relaxed than the “real” school year. I think I’ve got our schedule down finally. It’s SO nice to have a plan that is working. I hope to share with you soon our school schedule if I can figure out how to post Microsoft Word on here.

I shared this already on facebook, but it was such a classic homeschooling moment that I wanted to share it again here.
I was giving one of our 8 year old twins their vocabulary words verbally and asking for a definition to see if he already knew them. Here are three of the words and *his* definitions -
plight – to be nice or kind to someone
quell – a kind of bird
rash – to be itchy
Not quite the definitions I was looking for. Guess it has something to do with my Georgia/Tennessee accent!

Meals around here lately haven’t been the healthiest and they certainly have not been homemade. Let’s just say that good things come in processed food not necessarily small packages. Because of this I have discovered that I LOVE Prego spaghetti sauce. I do!! Add a little ground Italian sweet sausage to the sauce, pour it over thin spaghetti and serve it with garlic bread and a Caesar salad. Voila! You’ve got a meal fit for a King or even a tired mama and a hungry set of munchkins!

I know a lot of you are wondering what happened to Part 2 of William’s birth story. Well, it’s still in my head. I’ve yet to write it. But I need to get it committed to paper so I won’t forget it! I have a terrible memory, but thankfully my husband doesn’t. So where my memory fails me, let’s hope he can remember…one of these days…soon…hopefully.

I’ve just recently created a facebook fan page for Better is Little. I did so in my effort to streamline things. I’ve found that it is SO much easier to post a quick blurb of 420 characters or less on facebook than to put forth a little effort (sometimes a lot) to write a post. While that is *easiest* it’s not necessarily what I want and it certainly steals my appetite for blogging. So hopefully by streamlining you will hear from me more often as it will be my only outlet and it will have the added benefit of communicating with everyone, facebook friend or not.

See? I told you this was a post full of random thoughts.

Next post: a recipe from my childhood – Pork Chop and Potato Casserole.

Stay Tuned!

And don’t forget to “like” the new facebook fan page for Better Is Little.

I’ll close with this:

A large family, with seven children, moved to a new city. They were having a difficult time finding an apartment to live in. Many apartments were large enough, but the landlords objected to the large family. After several days of searching, the father asked the mother to take the four younger children to visit the cemetery, while he took the older three to find an apartment.

After they had looked most of the morning they found a place that was just right. Then the landlord asked the usual question: “How many children do you have?” The father answered with a deep sigh, “Seven…but four are with their dear mother in the cemetery.”

He got the apartment.