Archive for October, 2013

Happy Fall Harvest Fest!

Oh My Gosh – I cannot believe this was Fall Harvest Fest number FOUR out of FIVE for GO.  Relive my memories here: 2010, 2011, 2012

As Room Mum, I helped with our classroom station (mostly making sure the other parents made it there and knew what to do, but they are all pretty smart – so it wasn’t hard).  We (my Co-Room Mum and I) made cute gift bags for each kid in the class with a book to read, two free Waffles from Waffle House, and Pumpkin Peeps.  I only hung out with my big girl during snack (Co-Room Mum baked some WICKED good cookies!) and during the hayride.

GO and I

GO and I

I cannot believe how big she has gotten, and my heart breaks on some level that next year she will be in Kindergarten and it will be her last hayride.

Of course, we are homeschooling, so it’s like I can’t take her on a hayride myself, but you know…

I know I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating.  I love our preschool.  Love the women who work there, love the other kids who go there.  I will be eternally grateful that my sister asked me so many years ago, if I would like CW to go to Kindergarten with Mrs. B and Mrs. R.  Now, to imagine that GO could be with Mrs. R next year is mind-boggling.

Thank you, BooSheep!

BooSheep and SIster Sheep

BooSheep and SIster Sheep

~Mummy Butterfly  )i(


Happy Birthday, Dear Otto!

There are people in this world that spend their whole life trying to help other people be better.  I am lucky enough to be married to one of those people.

Otto and I

Otto and I

My husband is an encourager.  He loves me.  He supports me.  He sees the good in me, when I am struggling to see it in myself.

He dreams with me – and when it’s to dark for me to dream, he dreams for the both of us.

He loves God.  Even when he feels abandoned, he still sees God and strives to be more like Him.

Otto and GO

Otto and GO

He adores his children – all of them.  I have watched him struggle mightly with being a good parent and making difficult choices.

Otto and Went

Otto and Went

I love his level of commitment.  He is not perfect, but he lives with his choices every day, and doesn’t shy away from the hard things.

I think he is the most handsome man on the planet.  I love his goatee and his shoulders. I love watching him play football on Wednesday nights, and watching him play catch with the Caterpillars on the weekends.

CW and Papa Otto

CW and Papa Otto

I love how gentle he is with everyone.  His empathy is unmatched.  His heart hurts when others hurt.

I am proud to walk around holding his hand.  I love traveling with him.  I love having fun with him.



I love our life.  I love my husband.

Happy Birthday, Otto.

Me and Otto

Me and Otto

Your Edith


Happy Almost-Halloween!

From my little monster and my big monster and Snow White!

Giving Costumes a Test-Run!

Giving Costumes a Test-Run!

~Mummy Butterfly  )i(

Washington Farms Pumpkin Field Trip

Me and the Caterpillars

Me and the Caterpillars

I really wanted my Caterpillars to get to visit Washington Farms for a Pumpkin Field Trip – but they required 10 people (understandably).  I planned a homeschool outing – and it was a huge hit!  We had 25 people on the field trip, and over 10 that had to cancel because of weather.  The weather, though, turned out to be perfect.  We arrived at 10:30 am, and placed our lunch bags on the covered picnic tables.  Our field trip was scheduled at noon, but they asked if we wanted to get started early – just in case it began raining.


First up was finding (and choosing) the perfect baby pumpkin for each person.  I loved how different each of my Caterpillars’ methods of searching went.  Went couldn’t decide if it was for holding or eating.  (Eating, right?)


Then we went on a hayride.  Pretty awesome and we were able to see the Corn Maze (popular at night) and their big pumpkin field, where pie and carving pumpkins grow.

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Our next stop was a 10-minute video, made by the Farmers who own the field.  It was really cool, and GO came home and told Papa Otto ALL ABOUT the bees and the girl flowers and the boy flowers and “poll-un-natural-ion”.


From there, it was a short walk to the petting area: cows, rabbits, goats, chickens, and a pig to look at but not pet (her name was Lucy).

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We washed our hands really well, and ended our tour at the jumping pillows.  I *love* that they separated our small group, so the big kids and little kids didn’t bounce into each other.

Big Kids Jumping Pillow

Big Kids Jumping Pillow


Little People Jumping Pillow

Little People Jumping Pillow


It was an all-around organized and awesome experience.  I will be making this a yearly outing!

The Whole Gang

The Whole Gang

~Mummy Butterfly )i(

Happy Birthday!

Today is my oldest Bonus Caterpillar’s Birthday – she’s 17 and as amazing as anyone I know.  She’s incredibly smart and loves to read – it’s going to be very exciting to see her prepare for her Senior Year and college.  She’s also the best Biggest Sister I have ever seen.

Big Sister OPM cheered her on!

Big Sister OPM cheered her on!

It’s also BooSheep’s Birthday – she’s my favorite sister in the world, and I’m in awe of how organized and on-top-of-things she is.  Her kids are always experiences new things and learning more about God, which is due to her and her Husband being pretty awesome people.

BooSheep and Went (Redheads Unite!)

BooSheep and Went
(Redheads Unite!)


~Mummy Butterfly  )i(

Thanksgiving Prep

Yesterday, I finished my November Menu Plan, in the hopes that we can go an entire month without eating out.  It won’t be easy, but it’s a lot easier when you’ve got a plan.  In doing that, I know that I need to start looking at Thanksgiving and the menu for that day.


As we did last year, we will be celebrating our Family Thanksgiving on Friday.  I am anticipating the same number of guests – if not more, since we are in a larger home and closer to family.  For the menu – I am sticking close to what I did last year.  It was successful, plus, I like the idea of traditions, even if it’s the part where we are starting them.

Thanksgiving “Day” Menu

Cheesy Hashbrown Casserole
Fresh Fruit Salad

Rosemary Roasted Turkey
Pineapple Glazed Ham
Green Bean Casserole
Yeast Rolls
Homemade Cranberry Sauce
Garlic Mashed Potatoes
Glazed Carrots
Ovenbaked Stuffing
Chocolate Trifle
Apple Spice Cake
Vanilla Ice Cream

Crockpot Beef Brisket
(3rd Night of Chanukkah)

A few minor differences this year – the crockpot stuffing was a fail in my book, so we’ll be going to an oven-baked one.  Then, the 3rd Night of Chanukkah is Friday Evening, and I’ll use the crockpot to put on a Beef Brisket that morning to cook all day.  We are still inviting our guests for the entire day, or any part they can join us for.  Breakfast was a hit last year; I’m keeping that in the rotation, but hoping to find fresh fruit at our local produce stand.

I’m going to start working on some of the food very soon – Garlic Mashed Potatoes to be frozen and I’m thinking of making homemade yeast rolls this year – prepping the dough ahead of time and then defrosting/baking on the Friday.  The Apple Spice Cake is a good freezable item, too.  One thing a week, one thing at a time.

Happy <early> Thanksgiving!

~Mummy Butterfly  )i(

Pain; Anger; God

Sometimes, I get so sick and tired of this world, I just want to escape it.

I’m tired of the fighting and the arguing and the bickering and the anger and the pain.  My heart and head feel heavy and drained.

I have baby presents sitting on a shelf in my kitchen.  Five of them.

Two will never be delivered to their recipients.

That’s a harsh ratio.

I don’t understand this world.  I don’t understand why it has to be women I know.  I don’t want it to be ANY woman.  I ache, and my arms aren’t even the empty ones.

I get angry.  Angry at my Facebook feed, where I have women-friends arguing for their right to abortion, alongside posts of women-friends who have wombs emptied by this evil world, against their wishes.

It doesn’t MATTER how far along a woman is.  It doesn’t hurt less.  It doesn’t magically get “all better”, because of how many ultrasounds she did or didn’t have.  Or who was able to feel the baby move.

Perhaps it is easier on those of us outside the circle.  We have spent less time wishing, preparing, hoping, loving – talking to the child within.

We didn’t put time into choosing a name.  Or time into choosing a method of burial.

It’s not suppose to be this way.  It’s just not.

I know, I KNOW, life is not fair.  But why can’t life be unfair for the adults who have made choices?  Why does it have to be so damn unfair for babies?  And children?

I know God hears the cry of the hurt.  I know He opens His arms to the children who come to Him far to early.

But that doesn’t make it less lonely here.

I personally hate the phrase “lost a baby”.  “Lost” – if something is LOST, I should be able to FIND it.  Lost makes me feel like I’ve just misplaced it.  The babies gone from my body weren’t my fault, but I reached a point where I couldn’t handle trying for the parents anymore.  I couldn’t “lose” any more of their babies, even if I gave them one beautiful girl to take home with them.

October is a beautiful month for so many reasons, but I spend the month in sadness for so many more.

Oliver, Sam, Nathaniel –

You are loved.  I know your Mothers (and some Fathers) and your Grandparents – they WANTED you.  They prayed for you.  They clung to you.  You helped make them Mothers (and Fathers and Grandmothers and Grandfathers).

You are not forgotten.  I promise.

~Mummy Butterfly  )i(