what's up weekly. (busy, busy break week.)

Oh, guys.  This has been a glorious break week.  The weather has been beautiful, I have gotten some major projects accomplished, and the kids have had a blast.  No complaints here.

Third trimester, baby!  Other than wanting to peel my skin off, this week has been easier to manage.

I always worry a little about myself as we head toward a break week.  If I don't start off strong, I end up squandering the entire week and feeling lethargic and terrible at the end of it.  So I decided to jump right in on Monday and not give myself the excuse of a slow start.  So Monday morning I went right to my Bible time (always out the window when I lay around), then I deep-cleaned Ophelia's room.  I had the kids deep clean their rooms as well.  Walls, windows, doors, floors, sheets, furniture, fans - everything got a wipe down.  Then, because the kids did such a great job on their work that they had a friend come over to play for the afternoon.

On Tuesday, the project was cleaning the oven while the kids picked up the yard, and then I cleaned up the deck.

It turns out that cleaning the oven is not the kind of job tailor-made for giant pregnant ladies.  But I did it!  And I think it looks pretty good!

Wednesday's endeavor was cleaning out the garage - I wiped everything down, purged and organized, and even mopped the gross, sticky floor.  It looks (and smells) a million times better.  I still need to wash all the winter gear, and roll the Honda out and clean underneath it (not to mention, fix it so it doesn't need to be rolled anywhere), but it's 95% done.  While I worked, the kids got the chance to pull out their bikes for the first time this season, get their tires inflated, and play with the neighbor kids.

Yesterday was a little more lowkey.  We started strong, with a trip to get the van washed and vacuumed out, and then to pick up library books.  I got my menu planning started for my grocery trip today, but though I had grand designs to finish it, as well as to build a compost bin, the afternoon ended up being dedicated to baking cookies with Laurelai and laying on the couch reading a book.  Balance, right?

In the evening, Todd took me out to dinner and the kids held down the fort at home.  I still am in shock we're finally in this stage of parenting.

The Valentine's Day flowers are still beautiful and going strong.

Today I need to clean out the fridge, do my grocery shopping, and hopefully get around to that compost bin.  

It was tiring, but in a good way.  I am glad I didn't squander a whole week - I always hate the feeling of starting back to school without having spent my free time catching up on things I don't have time for during school weeks.  I'm glad I took an afternoon to rest, and that I prioritized Bible time, and that I still got a couple of workouts in.  I didn't get to every single project I had hoped to, but I'm proud of what I accomplished.

One thing I did not do this week was canning.  And I'm more than okay with that.  But I do have a photo of last week's canning, so let's take a moment to enjoy that, shall we?

 Prettier than jewelry, I think.  I think this is the most I've ever done in a single week!  The shelves downstairs are filling up.

And that was our week!  Full, productive, tiring, and satisfying.  Plus, the sun was shining and we got to walk barefoot in the grass, so life seems worth living again.  Wish me luck to finish strong!

what's up weekly. (give me a second to gripe, and then I'll be done.)

Well, I can't say I'm feeling much better than I was last week, and so I'm guessing we're beginning the descent into a constant state of "End of Pregnancy," in which everything hurts and is harder than it has to be.  So after today, I'll quit giving you gripey updates - you can just assume from this point on that, at any given moment, I can't breathe, that I have dangerously low energy, that the heartburn is constant, that my legs are so restless I can't sleep, and that I have very little mental or emotional margin for shenanigans.  Just assume I am, at any given time, laying on the couch on my left side and gasping for air.

BUT!  I will say I am not in pain.  Like, at all.  Like, it's remarkable.  My feet don't hurt, my back doesn't hurt.  I do suspect some of it is because we don't have tile floors in the kitchen anymore - it's amazing how much more gentle hardwood floors are on your body when you spend much time cooking each day.  But I also suspect a good deal of my lack of pain is due to continuing to exercise and stretch as many days a week as I can.  It's getting more difficult, but has had such dramatic effect on how I feel that I am committed to not giving it up.  I do think at some point soon I will need to find an exercise bike to replace my time on the treadmill, so I can take the weight off my lower back.  So if you have any leads on a cheap (or free!) option, let me know.

We are not much closer to choosing a name for the baby.  With this being our first time not knowing the gender in advance, it seems much harder to narrow in on final choices.  I don't know anything about this baby yet - what gender it will be, what it will look like, anything.  So I can't even lock in on a boy name and a girl name.  I have a few of each that I like okay, but no set first/middle combinations, and no clear winners.  I feel like I want to see the baby before I decide anything... but I also am not good at making "in the moment" decisions, so that might not be the best choice, either.  I just don't know!

My pathological canning efforts are still going strong, even though the fatigue has been indescribable this week.  Standing to prep the jars has been difficult, but the beautiful thing about canning is that, once things are in the jars, the work is done - you just have to set a timer and wait for the canner to finish.  So I did some chicken, pulled pork, and a bunch of beans this week.  By the end of the day today, I'm hoping to have over thirty more quarts completed and ready to send to the shelves downstairs.  I will have done over 100 quarts just since the beginning of the year.  See?  Pathological.  But practical.  And I'm okay with that balance.

This isn't this week's work; it's last week's, but you get the idea.

Well, for as much griping as I've logged these days, there has also been a lot of celebration.  First, family came down to celebrate the Chinese New Year, which is just a cultured way of saying I have been craving the Chinese food of my childhood and wanted an excuse to make a bunch of wontons.

My mom and stepdad brought all the stuff to make wontons and eggrolls, as well as stir fry and fried rice, and my sister and her family came down to participate in the prep and eating of all of it.  First we tackled the wontons, which are really the star of the show.

Three generations formed the assembly line.

Aren't they adorable?  My mom's recipe calls for deep frying them, as opposed to boiling them, and I argue that is the CLEAR way to go.  Who wants to eat a boiled bag of meat if you could instead DEEP FRY IT? No one, that's who.  And that's why my mom's recipe is superior.

Looking remarkably like a wonton myself.

A close runner-up to the wonton is the eggroll.

All the littler cousins joined in on this one, and did an amazing job.  We got those eggrolls egg-rolled in no time.

We set the tables for Sabbath dinner and everyone got to gorge themselves on AMAZING food and the kids got to try their hands at using chopsticks.  It was so much fun.  Pregnancy cravings or not, we should do this every year.

Later in the week, we celebrated Valentine's Day.  Todd and I never really made much of Valentine's Day before a few years ago.  It is SO much more fun to celebrate this day with a whole gaggle of people who love each other than just two people.  First, I make waffles (including some heart shaped ones) for breakfast, which of course are served with sprinkles and whipped cream.  The kids open small gifts after they eat - just little things that communicate that we love and appreciate them.

The boys got "tickets" to participate in an airsoft war in a couple of weeks.

Then for lunch we had heart shaped pasta, and after lunch Todd and the boys gave all of us girls flowers.  

For dinner, we had a cheeseboard, then had popcorn and pink M&Ms for dessert while we watched Princess Bride.  Laurelai had made chocolate covered strawberries, but we were all so full of sweets from the day that we decided to save them for the next day instead, so Valentine's Day just kept going.

It was a good, full week, full of good weather, good work, and good celebrating.  We will be on break next week, which I'm looking forward to.  I'm hoping the weather is good and that I have enough energy to tackle a few projects I have on the list, but even if all I get "done" is resting, it will be welcome.  I hope you have a great weekend!

what's up weekly. (in which I receive a debatable compliment.)

Oh, you guys.  I'm going to be so quick tonight because I am just beat.  I am really starting to feel pregnant, and I have so little energy at the end of the day.  I'm eating well (enough), sleeping well, and exercising regularly, but I still can't muster any oomph.  I am going to start taking an iron supplement, and my midwife thinks I'm not eating enough through the day (ha! I doubt it, but if someone is telling me to eat more, I'll take one for the team).  Hopefully I can rally, or this is going to be a long THREE AND A HALF MONTHS before the baby comes, as my energy levels continue to drop.  

Speaking of my midwife, I had my second appointment yesterday and heard the baby's heartbeat again.  She said the baby is definitely head down - she said she's not sure that in her 42 years of practice she's ever seen a baby go head down this early, and that tells her that I must have a "tremendous pelvis."  I was too afraid to ask if that's a compliment or just a nice way of saying "monstrous."  (This is where I would normally insert a "yikes" emoji, because I've gotten used to the social media regression into heiroglyphics, but I'm limited to the King's English here on blogger, so you'll just have to imagine the "yikes" eyes and teeth.)  Todd said he's going to have that engraved on my tombstone: "Here lies Paige 'Tremendous Pelvis' Van Voorst."  I'd rest in peace, but I'm sure my pelvis would get in the way, so eternity might feel a little long.

Anyway.  That's the pregnancy update.  I have been continuing to try to get quite a bit of canning done this week.  It may be bordering on compulsive at this point? I'm not sure.  I just vividly recall how much pain I was in at the end of my pregnancy with Ophelia, and how difficult even simple daily cooking became, much less preparing extras for postpartum.  I think I feel better knowing I can get things on the shelves and into the freezer on the early side, just in case I really do burn out completely at some point.  So this week I canned some ground beef, taco soup, sloppy joes, pot roast, and black beans.  Later today, I'm going to throw together a shepherd's pie for the freezer.  We're definitely making progress in postpartum food prep.

One area in which we're not making progress is the leak in the basement.  The City came out yesterday to take a look, to make sure the water we're getting isn't from a leaking meter, but it doesn't seem to be.  But we're definitely still getting water, so... I don't know.  Luckily the drywall isn't wet, it's just kind of seeping between the floor and the trim.  So as long as we keep towels down and keep the carpet pulled back, nothing seems to be getting damaged.  But good gravy, I'm starting to just get sick of not knowing what's happening or how to fix it. But we'll get it figured out.

Okay, enough griping; let's talk about a win.  Atticus took his permit test on Friday and PASSED!  This was his third try, and even all the green haired surly girlies at the DMV entered the celebration when he passed this time (with flying colors) and called out "congratulations, Atticus!" from behind their desks when they were notified he successfully completed his test.  He had been so nervous going into it - he had studied hard, but was just nervous.  He kept reciting Psalms to himself as he waited to be called for his test, and then when he passed, his joy was so genuine and total - it was a sweet moment to share with him.  He kept thanking God, and praying, and saying he knows it wasn't by his own effort.  It is a such a joy to see my children embracing their own relationships with the Lord, and learning to depend on him for their needs.

This is, weirdly, his temporary permit.  It is literally just a receipt with his face on it.  We're told his regular card will come in the mail soon.

We haven't gone out driving yet, but that's next on the list.

Okay, what else?  The weather has been so beautiful, and since I cancelled school yesterday for my midwife appointment, the kids basically spent the entire day outside.  This false spring is tempting me to put a lot of hope into it.  I have to keep telling myself it will get cold again, but that's okay... that's okay... it's going to be okay...  But I am ready for spring!  I want to finish planting a boxwood hedge around the front and getting rid of the landscaping rock in favor of mulch.  I also am wanting to plant something low maintenance in my veggie garden beds, and maybe plant a few flowers in the back.  Obviously I'll be preoccupied this summer and won't be in a season where extended plant care is a possibility, but I keep thinking that if spring starts early enough, maybe I'll at least be able to get some low maintenance things in the ground before the baby comes.

And I think that basically covers our week!  Tonight we have a Psalm Sing with our church, and my family is coming into town for the day tomorrow, so it should be a full, fun weekend!

The kids' new favorite after-dinner thing is pretending to be a rock band.  My new favorite after-dinner thing is watching Oey get really into it, too.

what's up weekly. (Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink. Unless we want to drink out of the dehumidifier.)

Hey folks!  Let me start by giving you an update after last week's cliffhanger:  I survived my grocery shopping trip.  It was intense, and if you find that any of your local stores are experiencing shortages, it's probably because I already bought everything.  Sorry about that.  But the good news is that we should be stocked for a couple of weeks.  

Speaking of being stocked, I am still going strong on my canning endeavors.  I don't have any fresh photos to show you, because I like to take a photo of the week's work at the end of the week, and today isn't over yet.  Price Chopper is having a great sale on ground beef, so I'm hoping to pick some up today and get it canned this evening.  But even without that added to the tally, I'll have put up around twenty quarts of broth and meat this week.  Next week I'm hoping to tackle dry beans and potatoes.  Yes, I know these things store just fine on their own without canning, but it is SO convenient to have them already prepped and ready for immediate use.  I think late-term nesting is kicking in early or something, because I just can't kick this drive to squirrel away food.  Here's a current look at my canning shelves (not including this week's additions yet):

I have a casual goal for myself to see just how much of this shelf unit I can fill (or how many of my empty jars I can fill, whichever comes first) by the end of the year.  Last year was my first full year of canning, and I put up about 150 quarts and 30 pints of food, and I'd love to see if I can double that this year.  So far I've done over 50 quarts just in January, so I think it's a reasonable work goal, especially if I do most of it before the baby comes and do the rest next fall/winter; I'm just not sure if I have enough storage space or empty jars to accomplish it.  But I also need to remember that we'll be emptying jars and shelf space regularly as we actually everything through the year, too, and therefore making more space as we go, so maybe it isn't unrealistic.

Anyway.  Enough about canning.  Let me share why I even had a photo of my canning shelves on the camera in the first place: we were taking photos of basement activity, as we seem to have a continuing leak in the book room and everything needed to be moved out of there.  So we emptied the book room of almost everything, and moved the bookshelves to the storage room.  

Since this photo was taken, the bookshelf was moved out, the books were all restored to their proper shelves, and the carpet on the far end of the room was pulled back.  It's kind of spartan and also somehow also chaos in there right now.

The books are now all on those shelves.  The cubbies on the left hand set of shelves contain all my homeschool books, organized by year. The storage room is getting cozy and working hard as a jack-of-all-trades room.

There are random piles around my food room and the back of the storage room as I'm still trying to find homes for everything until we can figure out the water issue, but it actually hasn't been too bad, and I'm really loving having the books all in one place (we already had a few bookshelves in the storage room, so there were books in a bunch of different places).

In addition to plumbing issues in the basement, we had a leaky outdoor faucet that was starting to get out of control.  (Remember all the ice it formed during those two weeks of frigid cold?)

Normally we would just use the leaked water that we caught in the bucket to water the chickens each day.  But as the cold snap continued, it kept freezing before we could use it... and then as it leaked more, it froze more... until we had this monstrosity.  I had the boys chip the ice away from the house and throw it into the yard before things thawed, just to keep it from seeping once the weather warmed up.  The bucket got dumped into the garden bed and melted in there. So it didn't end up damaging anything, but wow - that's a crazy amount of ice.

Last weekend, Todd and a friend got that faucet replaced and it is literally as good as new because it is, well, new.  The photo isn't super exciting, but behind this photo is the satisfaction of a job well done (and a water bill that hopefully reflects that).

What else have we been up to?  Well, the weather has been beautiful so we've spent plenty of time playing outside (and cleaning up the yard - how does it get so trashed in the cold weather?).  The kids have spent ample time playing with Legos, now that they're currently stored in the boys' room instead of tucked away in the book room.

Atticus has been studying for his upcoming driver's permit test, so hopefully he masters the material and passes with flying colors!

Laurelai still seems to be fighting something.  She was sick a week and a half ago, recovered, and then earlier this week her fever and headache returned.  She's had some painful inflammation in her ears and throat as well.  Hopefully she can finally kick it.

And I'm chugging away in pregnancy - I'm currently 24 weeks and getting tired.  I still try to exercise most days, but by the time I'm done, I can barely muster the energy to shower.  I tried to sitting on our little shower bench the other day, so I didn't have to stay standing, but I'm getting so unwieldy that I kept sliding off the seat.  It was a real shining moment for me.  

And here we are - it's February.  We made it through January, which felt long this year but isn't usually my hardest stretch.  February is the hardest stretch, even though it's so short.  So I'm going to spend some time this month dreaming about what I'm going to plant in my garden (and then subsequently neglect once it's planted, like always), and gazing at my February Flowers, which Todd has been so sweet to get me each year for the past couple of years to kick off the month with some beauty and cheerfulness.

And that, friends, was our week!  Happy February!

what's up weekly. (Barfing, Canning, Throwing Away Dead Chickens)

Well, hey there! I'm going to try to keep this quick because I have a lot to tackle in addition to blogging: mainly, I need to finish my grocery list and planning for this morning's grocery trip.  I only go once every four weeks, so when I go it's a doozy and I have to go organized or I might as well stay at home.

So let's jump right in so I can get on my merry way.  Last Friday, Todd thoughtfully picked me up a steak on pizza night, since pizza has been giving me heartburn lately.  Unfortunately, something was weird with my stomach, and I immediately threw it up.  You can say it was pregnancy-related, but it's been months since I last threw up.  You can say it was something wrong with the steak, but Penelope ate what I left unfinished and she was fine.  You can say it was a stomach bug, and you might be right - Laurelai came down with the barfs later the same night - but I felt totally fine after that, I never ran a fever or threw up again.  

Unfortunately for Laurelai, she didn't have the same experience.  She was up through the night throwing up, and spent most of the next day in bed with a fever.  BUT none of the other kids got it... so...?  I still am not totally sure what happened.

Because she'd had a fever within the previous twenty-four hours, I kept her home from church on Sunday.  I love about our church that the kids are genuinely disappointed when they can't go.  After the others got home, we discovered that one of our pipes had frozen and the book room was getting water.  That has become a whole thing - for a few days, we worked on keeping the pipes warm enough to get the water through and stuff started drying out.  Then it warmed up and started melting, and simultaneously raining, so then we were getting water in there for other reasons.  So we've been running fans and the dehumidifier and trying to get the books moved to a safe place until things dry out.

Otherwise, this week has been spent focusing on keeping our noses in the school books.  This post-Christmas stretch is always so long and difficult, but I'm really trying to keep us on track because the baby is due right at the end of the school year and I'd love to finish even a couple weeks early if we can.  So no slacking for us!  We are halfway through the six-week stretch before our next break, so we only have a couple more weeks to go before we can get a little breather.  I'm hoping the weather is nicer by then so that I can get a few outdoor/garage projects done, like putting the Christmas decorations away in the garage attic instead of just leaving them in the middle of the garage floor like they are now.  But it will be mid-February then, so who knows what to expect.

Life was made interesting by the continued subzero temperatures that kept the kids inside and downright squirrelly.  We were worried about the chickens, so multiple times a day the kids would go out and check on them, breaking the ice in their water and making sure they were eating to keep their metabolisms revved.  Later in the week, temperatures warmed up quite a bit and everything started melting... and then a chicken keeled over.  How did she survive the arctic conditions and then die when it all let up?  Chickens are a never-ending conundrum.

I kept the house warm this week by working on a few canning projects.  First, I tackled some meat chickens (not ones we've kept here; these are the ones my friend raised and I went and helped butcher over the summer) and made broth with their bones.  Fifteen quarts of broth and four jars of chicken soup, along with a jar of chicken breast meat, hit the shelves.  Then I started clearing the freezer of the last remaining beef from the half cow we bought last winter.  I canned up some beef stir fry, beef stew meat, and a few jars of broth I made.  That was eleven more quarts altogether.  And then I made carnitas with a pork shoulder I had in the freezer, so that was three more quarts.  

I'm getting excited to see the canning shelves filling up with meal ingredients before the baby comes (every pregnancy, I start postpartum prep earlier and earlier), but it's a little unnerving to see the freezers emptying.  Things are looking pretty spare, and I don't like that!  It makes me feel nervous.  So once I get things consolidated and the freezers defrosted and cleaned, I will hopefully make some progress on refilling those.  The older I get, and the more kids I am responsible for keeping alive, the more I feel the precariousness of being understocked, and I hate that feeling.

I'm hoping to find some good sales on meat in the next few weeks.  There were some great ones while everything was frozen solid outside and it was too icy and cold to go out, and I'm still kicking myself over missing them!  Wish me luck as I go hunt and gather today.

what's up weekly. (Polar Vortex, Pregnancy, and Not Much Else.)

What's up, party people?  It's Friday, and you know what that means:

I'm exhausted.

Not that it was a hard week or anything - I'm actually amazed that we're already through two weeks of school since break, and nearly through three weeks of January.  It's gone smoothly and quickly.  But gooooood gravy.  I am starting to think I got my pregnancy dates wrong and I'm somewhere in the 39-week range.  I'm getting to the point where hauling myself around places is becoming tiresome and complicated, and I feel insanely large.  (Partly because I am insanely large - I have never gained weight this quickly in pregnancy.  More on that later.)

22 weeks.  It's not twins, it's just a lot of extra Paige.

Anyway, I'm glad it's Friday.  I'm glad we don't have any events scheduled for this evening or over the weekend.  I'm glad the snow is still on the ground, making the house so bright.  I'm glad I've been able to do some canning this week, if only to get some humidity into the air because my whole face is peeling off from the dryness in the air.

It's because, on Friday night, we went to the monthly Psalm Sing.  This month, we got an off-season deal on a venue barn here in town because our Psalm Sings now regularly boast over a hundred people and they're getting too large for folks to host in their homes.  Unfortunately, because the barn is primarily used for summer weddings, there wasn't heat.  (I heard they had heaters running that were projected to be able to heat the inside of the barn to about 45 degrees, but I'm not convinced they were working quite as well as that.)  Complicating things were the subzero temperatures that night, and the ice and snow that had fallen earlier in the day, making it a bit perilous to get there.  We left our coats and hats and mittens on the entire night (and some fairy godmother genius thought to bring hand warming packets, so we had those too), and I had brought a blanket as well.  But we were still frozen, and some of us are STILL dealing with chapped skin on our faces a week later.  My face is peeling off and I'm not sure I'll have any lips left after they're done scaling away.  Hence my gladness at the humidity from the canner.

I like winter canning so much better than summer canning.  Our house holds heat really well, which is wonderful when it's cold out but not so much when you're paying to try to cool the place down.  So I'm hoping to spend the next couple of months canning up the stuff in the freezer has been waiting for me since this summer, when I threw things in there because I couldn't bring myself to heat up the house.  And it's especially good timing right now, as I'm starting to think through postpartum prep.  Last night I got some chicken soup canned, and I'm hoping to get some stew meat, ground beef and potatoes done soon.  It will make life so much easier to have meals and ingredients already prepped and ready, and it will be nice to have cleared out some freezer space for other prepped meals.

And speaking of pregnancy, my taste for chocolate has returned in full force and then some.  Through the beginning of pregnancy, I couldn't stomach it.  Now, I am dangerously close to giving myself diabetes, and it's all thanks to my chocolate cravings.  Luckily, I have in-house bakers at my disposal, and I believe they've made brownies three times this week.

They don't seem to be complaining.

Which brings me to my crazy weight gain.  Obviously, the brownies aren't helping.  But this isn't my first rodeo, and I'm not eating much differently than I normally do when pregnant.  The difference seems to be that I started a bit heavier than normal and am pushing middle age.  Apparently those factors make a difference - who knew?  So now I get to figure out what to do about it, if anything.  (It doesn't help anything that I'm constantly in layers these days - in part to keep warm, in part because I basically develop Sensory Processing Disorder when I'm pregnant and can't stand clothes that have any texture touching my skin.  So I wear soft, textureless, thin pajama pants, and then a pair of warm but scratchy sweats over the top.  Add my layered tshirts and sweatshirts over my giant pregnant belly, and I literally look like a giant walking marshmallow 98% of the time.)

Trying to help Oey understand that there's a baby in my belly.

Oey showing me her belly.  I'm not convinced she quite understands yet.

Okay, moving on.  Since we're already on a depressing topic, let's pivot to the other depressing thing happening this week: Polar Vortex.  It honestly wouldn't be so bad if it was just the snow, and it wasn't so COLD!  We got a few inches of snow, and it has stayed and accumulated further, which is nice to look at and makes the house light up beautifully.  But with the exception of a couple of days of decent temperatures, it has been downright frigid.  A few days with highs below zero.  

The kids are stuck inside, other than needing to go check on the chickens extra times throughout the day, breaking the ice in the waterer and making sure none of the hens has frozen to death.  We don't run heat lamps out there, so a few days we left the coop closed up to trap heat in and then just set their food and water inside.  Not that the chickens minded - they seem to be afraid of the snow so they wouldn't come out even when they could.  But it feels different to leave them locked in the dark all day without options.  The really random thing is that one of them suddenly started laying eggs again once the temperature dropped and they were trapped inside.  (We haven't been getting any eggs since September from any of them; we will be culling them soon so we can start with a fresh, healthy batch of chicks in the spring.)  Unfortunately, all the eggs freeze before we find them and bring them inside, but they're still edible so we've had extra scrambled eggs this week.  Random.

Another result of the cold has been a frozen, and therefore leaking, pipe in our basement book room.  Luckily, the kids seemed to have found it pretty early on in the leak: the wall and carpet were wet, but no major damage had been done.  And luckily the leak was right where an access panel already was, and once Todd started running a space heater on the pipe, it resolved.  (Well, it would resolve as long as it was warm, but didn't take long in these temperatures to freeze up again if the heater was removed for long.)

It looks like we'll have another couple of days of frigid weather, followed by much warmer weather and rain, so things could get interesting, saturation-wise.  I'm already not looking forward to this thawing out:

I've already had the boys chip the bucket free and remove it, but I will probably have to send them out for some more ice picking in the next few days to get the ice away from the house before it thaws.  There's always something to tackle around here, but that's what keeps things spicy.

Anyway, all we have left on the agenda for the rest of the day is to finish up school and hunker down for some more inside play until things start to thaw.

I LOVE our fireplace.  It's so cozy, and it warms up the whole upstairs SO quickly.

what's up weekly. (back to school, back to school, to prove to dad that I'm not a fool.)

WELL WE DID IT.  We made it through our first week back to school after a three week Christmas break, and I am so proud of us.  Granted, we missed two days of school out of four so far, but that also means that we DID two days of school out of four so far, so that's something.

Saturday was a flurry of activity.  It was Epiphany, so we took down our Christmas trees and Todd hauled them to the yard waste place.  Then I spent about seventy years trying to vacuum pine needles out of my rug, until I finally gave up and now we are just the owners of a really unpleasant rug and we have to make our peace with that.

Todd and Finneas also worked on hauling a bunch of trash to the trash site on Saturday.  When we first moved here, you could put anything on the curb and they'd take it.  Then our city took advantage of some government initiative and "progressed" to handing out free trashcans to everyone, and all you had to do was put your bags in the official trash can.  

Except now they wouldn't accept anything that didn't fit inside the trashcan, such as the piece of crap vacuum a person might want to get rid of, or cardboard boxes that all the moving military families or the Aldi shoppers inevitably need a way to discard.  So now you get to figure out how to dispose of that yourself.  

I forgot to mention they'll pick up "extras" once a month if you set it out, except that OH YEAH they never actually come for that stuff because it takes a million times longer to collect the regular weekly trash now because, while they invested in the fancy trashcans, they never invested in the fancy trucks that actually empty the trashcans, so at each house the garbage workers have to reach all the way down in and take out bags one by one to throw them into the truck, a job that takes much longer now that things aren't just set on the curb. So they barely make it through regular pickup, and are often days late while your bin just sits on the curb getting picked through by racoons, so you can bet your bottom dollar they don't make it around for specialty pickup.  

So your garage just ends up piled up with cardboard boxes and crappy vacuums and broken box fans they won't take even though you know they're capable of taking it because they used to.  It's a whole thing, but I'm told it's progress and it's climate friendly, so I have that reassurance when my husband and son are spending the day at the trash site even though we're still paying the same for full trash service.  It's fine.  I'm not annoyed.

ANYWAY.  It also snowed a little on Epiphany, so while I was inside dealing with the trees (another whole story in a minute) and Todd and Finneas were dumping trash, the other kids were outside building a fort.

Now let me take a second and just document our Tree-bacle.  So, remember how our living room tree was eleven feet tall and massive?  The only way we got it through the door in the first place was because it was tightly netted.  But removing it from the house, unnetted and very, very dead and crumbly, was going to be impossible.  So I pruned off every branch that wouldn't fit through the door, which was like all of them.  The tree had been beautiful in its heyday, but I was definitely muttering cuss words at it at this point.  So it made it out the door in many pieces and with a "don't let the door hit you" farewell.  The basement tree was still fresh and green and fit out the door perfectly and didn't drop hardly any needles the whole time it was in the house.  This year's clear winner was Home Depot Tree.  Next year we'd like to find some friends and do a Twelfth Night bonfire on Epiphany with all the discarded trees.

Okay, okay.  After that, I baked a King Cake for our Ephiphany feast, and I hid a bean in it.  In years past, I just cut the cake into the exact number of pieces as people to serve, but the pieces were always MASSIVE and no one could finish them.  So this year, I was like, I'll cut normal sized pieces, and pass them out - the odds are in our favor that someone will get the bean anyway.  Well, the bean was found in the eighteenth slice.  I don't even know how many pieces Atticus went back for himself, looking for the bean.  I ended up being the one getting it in my second piece, but then there was a near-coup and cries of election rigging, but seriously - if I had rigged it, it would have been in my first piece.

What did I do in my reign as Queenie Beanie?  I vacuumed up more pine needles and cake crumbs.  The royal life is a high, lonely calling.

On Monday, we jumped back into school, and can I just say THANK THE LORD for this structure in my life?!  I ate better, I exercised, I got my Bible reading done, I caught up on laundry, and I got meals and cleaning tackled on time.  Structure begets structure, and I dread the day the fullness of this life starts waning because I'll turn into a complete potato.  I just know it.

Tuesday, it snowed again so we declared a snow day (for the most part).  We took the morning off of school so the kids could take advantage of the fresh snow and play with the neighbor kids who were home from school.  We did still tackle afternoon work, though, because I sat down on Monday and looked at the calendar to discover that our last day of school and my due date are the same day, so I really have no wiggle room to put things off!

Waking up to fresh snow is one of the best experiences childhood has to offer.

Tackling snow gear for this many kids is one of the worst experiences adulthood has to offer.

One of our neighbors stopped by and said he had bought a sled for his visiting grandson, but now that his grandson has left, he was wondering if the kids would want it.  What a kind gift!

They're lucky they're so cute in snowpants or none of this snow day nonsense would be worth it.  Close call.

Wednesday was another productive, standard school day.  In the evening I got the last of the Christmas decorations boxed up and moved to the garage.  I love having the Christmas stuff out, and I love when it goes away for another year.  After Christmas, I am so grateful to have the open spaces and natural light of my house back, and to have less clutter and noise to navigate each day.  It's wonderful to enjoy the fullness of the season, and then it's wonderful to feel the freedom from it.

Oey helped me pack away the decorations.

Thursday I had my first midwife appointment.  My midwife was kind enough to meet me at our house, and will continue to do so through the pregnancy.  What a blessing.  It was a long appointment though, and a long day, and no school got done.  I think I may try and do Thursday's work today and double up Friday work (science lab) next week... Except that we're supposed to get more snow today and I can foresee needing to call another play day.  I still haven't exactly figured out how we'll rearrange things to fit everything in.

My midwife appointment went well.  I'm now 21 weeks, and the baby is measuring right about 20 weeks, which is very typical for most of my babies at this point, so things seem to be trucking along like normal.  My new midwife is great; she's been practicing for 42 years, and is unsure how many babies she's caught: she stopped counting at 1800!  She is really knowledgeable, really experienced, and very likeminded.  We won't be getting any ultrasounds this pregnancy, and she doesn't even use a doppler (did you know that five minutes of doppler exposure is equivalent to 25 minutes of ultrasound imaging exposure?!).  She still uses a stethoscope, which is a wildly different listening experience than listening to a doppler.  I feel like I learn all kinds of new things with every pregnancy.

And, as a special note: I forgot to mention last week that I had finally cleaned out the chicken coop over break.  It was quite the job as it was wildly overdue, and I am not exactly at my peak athletic ability.  But done it got, once Atticus offered to help (let me reiterate how much I love having big kids, and also  having sons), and all of that bedding got spread on the garden beds to compost by spring. The coop is now much cleaner and drier, and therefore warmer.  And then suddenly, for the first time in MONTHS AND MONTHS, we got an egg two days ago.  And then another egg yesterday.  Now, it could be the clean coop for some reason (some ladies just feel more relaxed in a clean home, so I could see it), or it could be the drop in barometric pressure from the cold front, or it could be the new feed we started giving them on Saturday, or it could be just a wild fluke.  But the fact is, I thought they were sterile from that virus they had, but apparently not entirely.  

We're set to get more snow today, along with the rest of the midwest, and then a super cold snap (-2 is the projected HIGH on Sunday).  I am grateful for how warm our house stays, and for how wonderful our fireplace is at warming things up even more.  So far, it's been a relatively enjoyable cold snap.  Now it's time for spring, don't you think?