First Year Homeschooling; 2013 in Review

I would love to have been that mom… you know the one.  The one so organized that she has helpful, dated posts about what her kids have been studying each week, how she incorporated certain crafts, you-tube videos, and living books into each lesson.  I know… I follow those moms!  And those posts have helped us tremendously in our amazing first year!  This is not THAT post.  This is just a snapshot into our year.  Mostly for me... to remember all the details of this fantastic adventure!

History Craft, Experiments, Inspired Crafts, Ooblek, Art in the Courtyard, A moon Study at the Nature Reserve, Reading with Pappa, and Hot Cocoa on the balcony of our Vacation Rental.

Charlotte’s Web Snack, Milk and Food Colouring Experiment, Sibling Bonding, Learning to ride a Bike, Study time with a view, The Great (muffin) Wall of China, Coast Line Study, Fun just being Kids, Making Grape Jam, Penguin Sanctuary, More Experiments, Sibling Bonding.

Science, Wind Study at the Nature Reserve, More Experiments, Giraffe World, Art, Construction, Quality Time, Feeding the Animals, Learning to Shop, Checking out Cool Inventions at Butterfly World, Lizards at Butterfly World, Pop-Junior. 
There isn’t a server large enough to support photos of ALL the science experiments!  So many, I outsourced some to my Father-In-law who has been also teaching Tuesday Morning Battery Project Science.  This has been a winner for ALL involved!  It’s been an amazing year.  I’m most thankful for the special bond I see growing between my kids.  I’m tired.  I’m thankful for a break to regroup before getting ready for next year.  But I’m excited… Super excited!!!

Life is Like a Ferris Wheel...

So, here’s a quick excerpt from an update (the longest EVER) I sent home 5 months into our journey.  If you are considering a move here, it might be an eye opener into what to expect.  Please, don’t let it be a deterrent.  ;o)  I believe (as I’ll share at the bottom) that God has allowed us to experience much of this waiting for our own benefit… because there were some BIG lessons we needed to learn! (Or skip the italics and get to the point.)

March, 2013
We arrived back in October.  We arrived on a Wednesday, and Hubby started work that same day.  As a man looking to provide for his family, his number one goal was to get working!  (And I'm thankful!)  The kids and I did our best to settle in, but we quickly realized we weren't in Kansas anymore.  We were suddenly on Africa time.  It took 2 weeks to get our bank account sorted and HOURS spent at the bank.  Only to find out they had forgotten to order my bank card!  It took another 2 weeks (and hours at the bank!) to get my card.  (They seemed so disgusted that I had full signing power on my husband’s account.  They don't do joint accounts, and I still wonder if they didn't do it out of spite!)  So frustrating!  At least then I had money... Next came the phone.  It took another 2 weeks to get my phone unlocked and a new sim card and all that jazz.  So we're here 6 weeks and I finally have a bank card and a phone.  Then the internet here at the house goes OUT.  Completely.  No service!  So, while I can use my phone's internet, I have to be at the mall to get signal, etc.  By this time, asking my father-in- law to take the kids and I to the mall, and then calling for a ride home, was getting old.  The car hunt was also frustrating.  I had visions of a 7-seater Land Rover doing double duty... around town during the week, trips into the bush on the weekends!  I'd already found a roof-top tent rack and everything!  (I hate camping in tents, BTW!) We were going to be living the dream... Only reality hit.  (Car expenses! Repairs, Fuel…).  So, Hubby suggested we look at some mini-vans.  No big deal.  It's what I drove at home.  But wait!  Now we are dealing with all the Japanese mini-vans.  Suddenly we are looking at these clown cars with no knee space... and I don't know why Kia chose to use rats for their add campaign, but every time I sat in one of those cars I felt like we were a family of rapping rats.  Anyway, we finally found (what I considered to be an acceptable compromise) an Opel Zafira.  It's a Station Wagon with roof racks.  Anyway, it does the job.  We can haul 7 when needed, but we usually have the back seats down and I have plenty of room for luggage or groceries.  It's not sexy, it's not "African-rugged" but it suits this mom's needs.
So anyway, that brings us to December when I found myself 2 months into this journey, with a bank card, a cell phone, and wheels!  Woo-Hoo!  I began to explore the area and get to know my roads (which side of the road to drive on) and also had my independence back.  I also had an escape.  When things got a little hairy here at the in-law’s house, I'd take the kids and go for a drive.  But this was also 2 weeks away from Christmas.  And it was MY family's year for Christmas.  So as they all got together, I sat here trying not to feel sorry for myself and to make the best of it.  Our container arrived and we put all our belongings into storage.  I took our box of Christmas decorations and brought it back to the house.  But it sat in the box.  I wanted to decorate, but it's not my house... To set up a Christmas tree, the LR needed to be rearranged.... but it's not my house.  And much of this wasn't in Hubby’s power to intervene.  It was so frustrating, but poor Hubs was working LONG hours as its summer here and everyone wanted their job finished before Christmas.  It was hectic.  I felt sad in a way that my kids were being (as I saw it) robbed of what Christmas should be like. (i.e. MY way of doing things.  :o)) There were no festivities, no decorated house, no special memories being created... We were able to take the kids to Carols by Candlelight at a historic wine farm near the house, and that was very special.  I remember that night realizing I had to let it go.  I couldn't control this, and it was just ONE year.  So I took a deep breath and (tried to) let it go.
As the weeks began to pass, another stress entered the picture.  Hubby and I had decided a year ago to home-school.  That decision has made a lot of work for me, but it has been so rewarding!  It's eased the transition for the kids, and there is just so much more to it.  I'm so thankful we made this decision.  BUT, as we looked at the job situation we began to wonder what was next.  Almost everyone we know here is a two-income household.  In fact, when people say they can't afford to stay at home, it's not because they'd have to turn off the cable... it's seriously hard to earn enough to support your family.  I'll gladly go without cable, but the reality is, we need our own home.  Living with the in-laws was only meant to be temporary... it's not healthy for a marriage or for our family dynamic.  So, if it meant that I need to go back to work, then so be it.  God's in charge, and He has the plan.  We truly felt that Homeschooling was GOD's answer to our family's needs, so either God would provide a job for us that would allow this to continue, or else I needed to accept that it was for a place and time, and NOW things would change.  But I wrestled with this.  I cried, I pleaded, I begged. (All to GOD. :o)) I surrendered.

Lessons Along the Way…
Have you noticed a trend?  Patience… disappointment, surrender.  Patience…disappointment, surrender..
You see, we moved here on a Spiritual Mountain Top.  God was leading, speaking, paving the way.  We moved here at the top of the Ferris Wheel.  We could see clearly.  We could see the “Big Picture” as it pertained to moving here.  But no sooner did we turn the corner, than things began to get foggy.  We began to get restless.  Impatient.  We became children again, pestering our Heavenly Father with “Are we there yet?” and “How much longer?”…  And no answer came.  He hadn’t left us.  We were assured of His presence in our lives.  We know His great love for us.  And since I don’t believe God ignores us… then He was telling us to WAIT.
But waiting isn’t fun.  I wanted back on the mountain top.  I remember thinking “But God!  It would be such a great testimony if all our friends could see how you Super-Naturally provide us with everything we need!” (add.. nice house, nice cars, nice job…)  Friends, the testimony… the light of Christ shining through us, should be all the greater when we live His Truths out through the hard times.  God is NOT providing the house we thought He would.  “PRAISE GOD!”  God is NOT providing that Land Rover.  (Really, that’s a silly one… But I thought it.)  God is NOT providing a job that earns enough to support our family.  “PRAISE GOD ANYWAY!”  We see our savings dwindling away… “Thank you LORD for providing that money for us for during this time of waiting!!”  I’m scared.  How long until we find ourselves homeless?  “Thank you LORD, for providing us with a family who loves us, and would take us in if necessary.  We need never be homeless.”
Hindsight.  God is good, all the time.  But sometimes… well, sometimes it’s only when we are able to look back at lessons we’ve learned through the hard times that we can see what God needed to teach us… what He needed us to surrender, in order to fulfil HIS purpose.  In us, through us… however it suits HIS Master Plan.
It’s not too hard to trust God when everything is going right.  But to trust Him when everything is going wrong… to trust Him when you can no longer see the Big Picture… That’s hard.  That takes time.  It needs to be taught through really difficult circumstances, some times.
In the hindsight a year has brought, I can now see that God blessed us by NOT allowing us to buy a house.  As more pieces of that BIG Picture are revealed, we can see why God was saying “No.”  With it brings a sort of humility… I wish I’d trusted Him more.  He DID have a plan.  This was for my GOOD!
Of COURSE it was!
I wish I hadn’t been so petty, so childish.  And I come before my Heavenly Father and ask His forgiveness.  I ask Him to help me to retain these lessons… So that when we are flying high, at the top of the Ferris Wheel again, we’ll do a better job the next time around.  Appreciate more, trust more, love more…
But more importantly, when we find ourselves at the bottom, to Trust without doubting, Pray without Ceasing, and to live that life at the bottom with JOY!  God’s GOT THIS!

Relocating to South Africa

For anyone considering relocating/returning to South Africa, here is our story. :o)

If you have been gone from South Africa for more than 10 years, your entire credit history will be wiped out. As though you had never existed.  My husband had been gone 10 years and 4 months.  Yay, US!  This made everything so much more painful!  If you are at all able to, fly to South Africa ahead of your move, and open a bank account.  Open a GAME card.  (SA's Walmart.)  If you can do this 6 months prior to your move, all the better.  By the time you arrive (perhaps with family in tow) you will have some credit history. If this isn't possible, just make it the first thing you do upon arrival.

If you are an American Citizen (or other?) the SA embassy in DC can NOT help you with your Permanent Residency paperwork.  They informed me that they could, that I should send all THAT paperwork along with my Temporary Residency paperwork.  After spending over $100 on over-night shipping, pictures, copies of notarized, important documents, return postage envelopes... they returned my certified check and a letter stating I needed to file IN South Africa.  Since none of my paperwork was returned, I assumed they were keeping it on file.
1.  The computers are in NO WAY linked.  All that paperwork was lost.
2.  Go to the Government offices as soon as you can once you arrive.  We waited 7 months,                       only to find out that my Police Clearance was only good for 6 months.  Now, they expect                             me to fly home to get an updated paper, saying that WHILE LIVING IN SA, I have                                   committed no crime in the USA.  Even better, the same person who I was trying to explain                           the absurdity of this to, is the same agent who will be approving my application.  Save                                   yourself this headache. (Only applicable if you are NOT a SA Citizen.)

We had an excellent shipping company.  For reference, it cost us about $10,000 to have a 10x20 container shipped to SA, (From Georgia) Taxes, and transport to our Storage Unit.  We had lots of help from friends, so we didn't hire a moving company to pack or load.  But Please Note:  Ask for the interior dimensions of the Container.  It matters.  I marked off segments in my house, 2 feet deep, by 8' wide, and since our ceilings were 8' tall, I lined up our storage containers and stacked them in zones.  It helped us to know ahead of time if our belongings were going to fit.  We weren't going to order a larger container, so I needed to make sure the stuff I wanted most was definitely packed, and I kept things that could be given away or donated for last.

You won't be seeing your stuff for a couple months.  I chose to buy all plastic containers at Target.  This was where I could most easily find the HEFTY containers that have snap and seal lids.  I tried to color code the bins for which part of the house they belonged to... Clear for Household, Blue for kitchen, Purple for my daughter, Green for my son, Navy for my husband...  I needed a LOT of containers.  But still, for about $400 in containers (you could probably save a bundle by buying in bulk from walmart.com) my belongings were waterproof, organized, and much easier to handle.  The bulk of our stuff went into storage for an additional 6 months, and this further protected them against any rodents/bugs/moisture.  :o)

Label like crazy!  You will also need this for customs, and it saved me so much headache having already done it!  Each bin was labeled.  I'm Jenny, so mine were J1, J2, J3... and so on.  I had a sheet in my file that then said J1-winter clothes, brown boots, winter coat... In the long run, this was MUCH better than just writing "clothes."  When you need to find something, you don't want to have to dig through a ton of bins you packed months and months ago!!

If you are coming from the US, do yourself a favor and buy some clothes and shoes for your kids for the next size up.  I'm not saying to buy new.  I'm saying, if you are already a Consignment Store/Goodwill shopper, hit THOSE racks!  Anything under $2 a pop is worth it to just set aside and pack away.  There is no shortage of cute clothes to buy over here, but you will pay full price for everything, and even sales rarely dip below 20%.  Also, I shopped Naartjie online in the US for their off-season sales.  I had bought some really cool pants for my son for $10 online, and t-shirts for $5 and since that is a name brand over here, he looked all spiffy and I had saved a LOT of money.  Also, if you are American, like me, you may have ideas about how many clothes your kids need... and mine did need that many... in the US.  :o)  I would never have brought my kids to Church in their play clothes!  But here... they do. (Which sort of makes sense since they play on the playground.. :o).) I still dress the kids for Church, but I realized I didn't need 10 dresses hanging in her closet.  2 were plenty for the season, rotated in with other outfits more casual and therefore also fitting for wear during the week.  I had about 10 pairs of shoes for my girly to coordinate with her outfits.  Here, most kids are barefoot in the summer.  I only need 1 pair of white sandels, a pair of crocks and a pair of tennis shoes to see her through the summer.  What's the point of all this?  I'm just sayin'... when planning ahead, pack extra of the basics you know you'll need.  Jeans, Tennis Shoes, shorts, t-shirts, leggings...  If you are already shopping the boutiques and you know for a fact your income here will be the same as your income there.. you can skip this step.

Speaking of income.  Without getting too personal, I would like to say a couple things.  We had dear friends that were willing to let us into their personal finances quite a LOT, that gave us a better real-world perspective.  TV, electricity, Health Care Costs, fuel, rent/mortgage.... and so on.  To give you an idea, here are some costs:
Rent/Mortgage:  For every R100,000 you mortgage, you pay R1000 per month.  (close enough.)  Rent is close to that.  So if you plan to rent a R1M home, rent will range from R9K per month, to R10K per month. (Although larger homes, say R3M, can still be rented for about R18K-R20K per month.)
Elecricity: For a 1400 square foot home, about R1000 per month.
Health Insurance: For a Hospital plan (including GAP) for a family of 4, R2700 per month.  For a full coverage plan, R4500 per month.
Fuel:  For my husband's car, R2000 per month, For my car (stay-at-home-mom) R1200 per month.
TV:  R300pm
Internet: R400pm
Security: R300pm
Food: R1000 per week (including toiletries and household)
Housekeeper: R150-R200 per day
Cell Phone: Unlimited usage (if you have your own phone) R500.  BUY or BRING a phone before you come!  We owned our I-phones (no longer under contract) so AT&T unlocked them for us, (get the codes before you move) and we've been using them here. My hubby's was lost/stolen, so we've been in the market, and it's much more expensive to buy here.

Anyway, If you are considering a big move, I hope these numbers help you to come up with a realistic budget for your family, so you can job hunt with a realistic number in mind.  One last note on this... We have made some BIG CHANGES to our budget since moving here, especially in discretionary spending. However, living in the Western Cape, we have had so much free entertainment at our disposal!  Driving 5 minutes to the beach, playing in the sand and water, and then grabbing an ice cream costs about R50.  If I get the cheap ice pops, it costs R10. :o) And in that sense, it's paradise!  Driving into the mountains and seeing the sights is a day full of adventure!  Fuel is expensive, but within 15 minutes we are in the mountains, so if we explore from that point, it's cheap.  I just say this to acknowledge that for many of us, moving back to SA is a sacrifice in income.  But the life we are living here is RICH in experience, especially for our kids. :o)  You have to have some facts to get started with, but after a year of adjustment, we are feeling quite good about the trade off.

Keep all your documents in one place for easy access.  Get extra notarized, official copies of all your important documents, just in case.  I've already gone through a number of mine.  Save getting your pictures taken (for passports, driver's licences, etc.) until you get here.  The savings is 80%.  :o)  Lastly, any labor you need, wait until you get here.  If you want a chair recovered,  draperies sewn... much cheaper here!  But if you have a favorite fabric back home, just get it before you come.  There are gorgeous fabrics here, but it takes a bit longer to find who sells them (especially when not familiar with an area) and the prices are about the same.

If you are a South African coming back... Welcome Home.  If you are an American Relocating, call me.  :o)
And I wish you all the best!!

The Fall of 2012

So, I'm trying to fill in the missing pieces, of how we got to where we are now.  And I don't want to forget the amazing things that happened along the way... So, for my own sake, I'm writing these posts.

Hubby and I went back and forth for a long time over our decision to move.  We didn't talk to too many people while we were processing everything.  Mostly, we prayed.  I felt sure and ready before Hubby, but I think he has a lot more weight on his shoulders.  For me, it was a matter of surrender..... and trust.  For Hubs, he also had the concern of supporting us under much more difficult circumstances, and protecting our family, in a place riddled with crime.
It took another middle of the night phone call for us to move forward.  MIL went back into ICU, and we felt our time was running out.  Hubby came home one day, and said to call the Realtor and get the house on the market.  He was working full time, and I know I've never worked as hard as I did those next three weeks.  Along with homeschooling the kids, and then, just keeping them alive :o), I worked hours upon hours getting our yard and house in shape to sell.  We had neglected every flower bed, every island, every shrub... well, let's face it, we were never great yard people, our excuse being we didn't know how.  Well, having to sell, you'll figure it out, and that's just what we did.  Including replacing the front porch ceiling, lots of paint, and a new flagstone walkway.  It was HARD work!
We put the house on the market on a Thursday, and that same night our Realtor was there taking pictures, Hubby had a Skype interview for a job here in South Africa, and Got The Job!!  That meant so much to our peace of mind, knowing he had work the minute we landed.  He had to start by October 20th.
Then I did the math.  Our house would have to go under contract in 3 weeks if we were to close on time, and get to SA before that deadline.  Our Realtor nearly fainted when we told her, but we just smiled and assured her she was doing a great job, and we were directing these prayers UP.
I can honestly say that through all these BIG changes in our lives, we were living on the Mountain Top, in the Spiritual Sense.  We felt God's presence in every facet of our lives.  He was leading, directing, and speaking to us as though it was His audible voice.
Friends would ask if I was ok... I'd never been better.

Writing this a year after the time gives one hindsight that I don't know if I should include at this point, or just let it reveal itself... :o)  I guess I'll just say, that since we were doing this "nice" thing in moving to help Hubby's family, and we knew God was leading us there, and we were being so submissive to His Will, it felt like once we arrived, the path would be paved in gold.  It was not...

In any case, our house sold in 3 weeks to the DAY!  God Answers Prayer!

Letter, May 2012

May 19th, 2012
So, my MILaw got sick and gave us all a good scare.
We prayed and prayed, and then decided to pick up and move to South Africa.
I wrote her this letter about our journey...
I'm putting it here for myself.  To remember.  God is good, He loves us, and He does have a plan for our lives that He is working out for His purposes.


"I want you to hear, in my own words, why I believe God may be bringing us back to South Africa.  I want to tell you this so you don't think its just a whim, or wishful thinking, and that it will pass once you are better again.

There have been 3 things holding me back from wanting to move to SA.  1. Anxiety over the safety of my children.  2. Not feeling comfortable sending our children to school in a "foreign" country.  (I know that must sound odd.  :o))  3. Not wanting to leave our Church where we feel so connected, have an amazing friend base, and have grown so much since being there.

1. In November, just before we left to come to SA for Christmas, 2 tragic things happened.  A friend died in a motorcycle accident, and my friend lost her full-term baby for no reason.  (And then another dear friend lost her baby.)  Those events were awful.  With them came the realization that I can panic all the time over my kids' safety, but God ultimately is the giver and taker of life.  I can't control everything.  I had to give those fears over to God. For the first time since having my children, I was able to ENJOY being in SA with them.

2. You know our reasons to home-school, and how they had nothing to do with South Africa.  However, our decision to home-school completely takes care of my (unreasonable) fear in that regard.

3.  The week before you (Mom) got sick, A pastor from Fish Hoek, South Africa was a guest speaker at our Church here in the States.  It was FANTASTIC! While his church probably isn't close enough to be our home church, it showed us that what God has provided for us here (in a strong church family, dear friends..) He can provide for us in SA as well.

If this is truly God's Will for us, we are praying that He would provide Arno with a job that would support our family. We both understand that SA is a two-income household out of necessity.  We are praying for a miracle.  If these last 3 weeks have taught us anything, it's that God is a God of Miracles!  That nothing is impossible for Him!  I am excited to see where He is taking us.  I feel like we are seeing the path being paved, we just don't know yet where it's leading, or what doors will be opened along the way.

God has blessed us by giving us the past 10 years with my family during a time when we REALLY needed it.  (For many reasons I won't list here.  :o))

Now, it is our heart's desire to be with all of you, when we know you need us. We want you to pray along with us, for God's provision.  For us to be Steadfast in pursuing (and surrendering to) God's Will for our lives."

May 2012

Score Board

My family is a sucker for yard games!  We love corn-hole, croquet, volleyball… You name it!  We’re not the best at any of the above, but what we lack in athletics, we make up for by being competitive.  (I think I’m speaking for myself here, as most of my family is pretty athletic.  :o))  And while typically we’re good sports, I’ll admit there have been times when I’ve been so far behind in Croquet I’ve given the ball a good double hit to catch up.  I’m guessing my brother Bear caught me in the act, because he seemed to think what we needed was a score board.  And since he just happened to have an old shuttered closet door lying around, this is what he came up with.

He painted the frame, and then painted the slats with chalkboard paint.

On the left is what he started with, next to the finished product.
You can use the chalk to mark what your score is, and then wipe it away with the rag for the next game.
 
 
If you don't like erasing the chalk each time, he made a couple of TEAM tags (above, far left) which can hook on the shutter to keep score too.

Bear’s church was throwing out a bunch of old unused sign stands... so he took some of them and stored them in his basement, knowing they would come in handy. He screwed one of them to the back of the shutter door and it works perfectly!

He also made the Corn-Hole set.  :o)
  (And Bear)

Vanity Mirror

I found this mirror listed on Craigslist for FREE!  Can’t beat THAT price!

It was just a LARGE mirror with a tacky wood frame.  Right now you are looking at the backside, but the mirror originally matched a dresser that looked to be 1980’s.

 

Bear found some hardware for 15 cents each.  He started out painting the mirror black to contrast the copper hardware, but quickly realized that wasn’t going to be the look he wanted.

 

He spaced the hardware equally around the mirror and screwed the hardware in place.

 

Then came the ivory paint, which tied everything together.

 

And HERE is the finished project.  Reflected in the mirror is our Shutter Sofa Table project.  Bear placed the mirror above and now my Sister-in-law has a lovely vanity space.  I love the dimension and interest that the hardware adds. 

Thanks!

A moment in time

A few weeks ago we experienced “the” dreaded wake up call… The phone ringing in the middle of the night.  We live 10,000 miles away from my husband’s parents, and it was on a Thursday that we got that dreaded call.  My Mother-in-law was in the hospital with chest pains.  We were assured that we didn’t need to rush back to South Africa, that she would be fine… And so we began praying.
Two of her 4 heart compartments weren’t working properly, making the other two work overtime.  The Doctors started blood transfusions to help ease her breathing.  My Mother-in-law suffers from anxiety, and this wasn’t helping.  We were scared.
Two days later we were told that Mom was losing blood, but that the doctor’s weren’t sure where it was going.  They had run tests, but nothing had been conclusive, so they began doing more extensive blood work.  It was so frustrating as we waited, and the doctors treated all the effects, while still clueless as to the cause.  (I’d better insert here that while South Africa is considered a third world country, she was being treated in a “first world” hospital, being given the best care.  We are so thankful for those Doctors and Nurses.)
Due to a cancer scare a couple years ago, Mom’s 1 kidney was removed.  With only 1 kidney left to process all the meds in her blood, they moved her to the ICU in order to put her on the dialysis. This allowed the machine to assist/take over for the 1 kidney and get the excess fluid off of her lungs.  During this process the doctors discovered where all that lost blood had gone… her lungs.  She had been close to suffocating when they caught it.  Then she developed pneumonia and an infection in her lungs.  Her kidney quit working, so they put her back on the machine.  Through it all, she kept fighting to live!  We were so thankful for her desire to fight!  Obviously it’s not in any of our hands, but we just didn’t want her to give up!
We got the phone call on the Saturday morning asking Hubby to come to his Mom’s bedside as quick as he could. We secured his buddy’s pass by noon, and got a seat on the 8:30pm flight.  There were plenty of seats, so although a buddy pass flies standby, we had no concerns that he wouldn’t make the flight.  In fact, all went as planned.  I dropped him at the airport, he made the flight.  And then the flight was delayed.  And delayed again.  Then the pilots timed-out, so they had to get new pilots.  By the time the pilots arrived, the Flight Attendants timed-out.  (FAA Regulations.)  They couldn’t find replacements, so at 2am, the flight was officially cancelled.  I got the call, and had to drag both kids out of bed, put them and their blankets in the car, and go pick Hubby up from the airport.  We laid around the house on Sunday in a panicked blur.  The fear was overwhelming, and we had no control over anything.  My Dad offered to pay for any flight we could find, but Delta had closed all ticket sales in order to accommodate all the displaced passengers, so the only flights available flew via somewhere, cost $6-$7K, and only arrived on Wednesday after all the lay-over's.  Our best option remained flying standby on that evening’s flight.  But knowing that every single passenger that had been on the previous night’s cancelled flight was also rebooking, and as we had a stand-by ticket, our chances of making the flight were impossible odds.  We even talked about whether or not we should even go to the airport… maybe we should just wait for the Monday flight when our odds seemed better.  But how could we sit there begging God for a Miracle, and then with such lack of Faith, not even bother to show up to see Him perform that Miracle?  We had done everything in OUR power. But in our weakness, God's glory is only magnified.
There were 15 paid passengers, and 6 standby passengers ahead of him on the list when he checked in.  That’s 21 people without seats, BEFORE he could get on.  (His plan B was either flying through Amsterdam, Paris, or Nigeria, catching a connection, but only arriving Wednesday. With layovers we were looking at over 48 hours of travel time!! That, and he was told if he flew through Nigeria he'd never see his baggage again. EEK! Another Praise!! No Nigeria!!)  I was waiting in the restaurant area of the airport when he called me to say he’d made the flight.  I never thought I’d hear hubby praise God for a middle seat, but if ever there was a time, this was IT!
Hubby arrived in Cape Town around 10pm local time the following day and went straight to the hospital and to his mom’s bedside.  Praise!!
Tests came back that showed that Mom had a very rare liver disease.  They were able to start treating the actual problem.  Our SA doctor was able to talk to some of his colleagues at Harvard Medical to confirm that he was giving the correct treatment.  (He was.  :o))  It turns out, she’d had the disease for a long time, and it had worn down her immune system.  So when she caught the cold, it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.  Her heart failed, her lungs, kidney, liver… all her organs!  Hubby extended his stay to make sure his mom was on the mend before he came home again.  He was gone for two weeks.
During that time, I was at home with the kids.  Crying.  Praying.  Pacing.  Eating.  Hoping… And trying to be normal for my kids.

One morning I was praying for my MIL at the kitchen table while my little girl was coloring. I got up to get some tissue. As I came back I heard a funny noise... My Princess was sitting there with eyes closed, hands folded and in a VERY high voice (that I assume is what I sounded like to her as I cried/prayed) she was saying "Dear Lord, pwease be wif Ouma. We're scarwed." so sweet!

We sent this photo to encourage and lift her spirits.  (Girly makes this face when I say “smile.”  :o))
Those first few days after Hubby left were so emotional.  Thankfully Goose was still in Preschool, so I would drop him off, come home and turn on the cartoons for my daughter, sit at my kitchen table, cry and pray.  Drink Coffee.  Cry and Pray.  And then I would pick him up again.  I would pace the hallway, I stocked up on carrots and apples as I’m a stress eater and just needed the activity.  My phone can’t call SA.  Most of the time the family was in the ICU and not allowed cell phones, so I had no way of knowing what was going on.  I had my two babies to look after, and they couldn’t just watch tv all day.  But all I could do was cry, pray, pace and chomp on carrots.  And then came my friends…  Oh my goodness!  The ARMY of dear friends who came marching along to help.  I’ve had friends in similar situations, and I prayed for them.  I’d ask how they were when I saw them, proud of myself for remembering to ask.  It was humbling to see how to truly be a friend in these situations!  Dinner arrived one night, another friend watched my daughter for a play date allowing me a break, the phone calls, emails, texts… It was never ending.  I was so surrounded by love and support.  I thank God for these dear people, and only hope that I retain the lesson I learned about how to be a friend in such a situation.  Was I capable of cooking?  YES.  Was I capable of watching my kids?  YES.  But they did it anyway, and by doing so, they blessed me more than words could ever say.  They hugged me, and I needed it!
Meanwhile, Mom was fighting for her life in the ICU.  She no longer knew when it was day or night, slept poorly, and was constantly bombarded with new cases being rushed into the ward, and seeing those who didn't make it wheeled out… We prayed that God would lift her spirits, and that just as in the beginning He separated the night from the day, we prayed that he would do the same for my Mother-in-law’s mind and allow her to sleep.
Due to the treatments, her immune system was very weak. In the ICU ward she was very susceptible to catching any of those germs, so the doctors were anxious to move her to a private room as soon as she was able.
 
We made this card for mom.  My sister-in-law printed it out, folded it in half and laminated it.  Then, the nurses could turn it around for when it was night time or when it way day time.  While we didn’t expect it to help, we hoped it would cheer her spirits.
One beautiful thing Hubby shared with me the same day we sent this; His mom told him she'd been clinging to Psalm 139 and asked him to please read it to her. I was deeply moved by how perfectly it pertained to this particular situation, (God knowing her innermost workings... Separating the Night from Day...) I am also so thankful that she had this piece of God's Word written on her heart, that while she lay on that hospital bed, she was never alone, because God was speaking these very words to her. As children we are told to "hide God's Word in our hearts." But the beauty of how God used those words to comfort her... I am constantly amazed by His goodness!
The next two weeks we saw ups and downs in Mom’s recovery.  There were a few steps forward and then a couple back.  Hubby extended his ticket and was able to stay a full two weeks, leaving only after the Doctors assured him Mom was back on the road to recovery.  And I guess that is what we’ve realized along the way… that it’s called a “Road to Recovery” because it’s a journey, not a snapping of the fingers.
My Mother-in-law was released from the hospital this morning and is back at home!! Her kidney is still not working, so she'll be going to the hospital 3 times a week for dialysis, but she is making progress!  There is still the chance her kidney will kick back in, and so we continue to pray for complete healing.
While we will continue to dread that middle of the night phone call, we are so thankful to our Heavenly Father for the many blessings He has shown us through this ordeal.  For how He has held us in His hands, comforted my Mother-in-law, and for the many miracles we witnessed along the way. 
We are thankful for the new direction we believe that God is leading OUR family.  We continue to pray about this, and will hopefully have more to post in the future. 

Petite Dining Table

 

We have a new project to show you!  I always get so excited when something we've worked hard on gets finished, and I can post pictures!  Here is the latest:

Bear got creative with this next project and put two pieces together to create a petite dining table that can seat up to four.  Perfect for a small apartment or a kitchen eating nook.  As usual, we repurposed existing pieces, to create this unique table.

Here’s what we started with.  A metal stand, and the top from this old coffee table.  (We already used the bottom of the table to create a new, improved coffee table, and we have plans for the galvanized bucket.)  Bear took what we had left to create this table.
First I (Bear) removed the top of the coffee table.  I then turned the table top upside down and centered the stand on it. I attached the two using 1/2 inch utility fasteners.
 
I turned the table right side up, and gave it a coat of primer after sanding it down. I then painted two coats of paint.
 
I used stencils to create a quote in French on the top. The quote states: “You be the sun, I’ll be the moon, just let your light come shining through, and when night comes, just like the moon, I’ll shine the night light back on you.”  (My wife’s favorite quote…) Then I distressed the table’s edges.

And the finished project, one last time.  Ta-Da!  We’re excited with how it turned out!   One note:  It’s definitely the aged affect that Bear used at the end of the stenciling project that finishes the table off.  It now has a warm, time-worn, aged look to it.  Just like a little Parisian Cafe Table should. 

30 FUN things to do with your kids!

 

I have a friend (I’m sure you all do) who somehow manages to do all sorts of fun things with her kids that have NEVER CROSSED MY MIND!  Recently I was at a Mom’s retreat and towards the end of the session (on “Having Fun”) the speaker asked moms from the audience to give suggestions of fun things that they do with their kids.  The ideas kept coming.  I was writing like the wind, trying to get every idea down on paper so that I could arrive home and impress my family with all my new ideas.  I hope they inspire you as they did me!  Here’s the list.

1. Movie and Popcorn night.

2. Pajama day. 

3. Breakfast for Dinner.

4. Scavenger hunts.

5. Never-ending Stories.  (These are great for creative, willing, Dads.  Every night for a week he tells a story for bedtime, and each night picks up where the last left off.)

6. Camping.  Even if its in the backyard.

7. Puzzles and Board Games.

8. Bowling.

9. Hiking together.

10. Turn up the radio and have a dance competition.

11. Kick-ball.

12. Painting Ceramics.

13. Tickle Monster.

14. Backwards Dinner.  Dress Backwards for dinner and then serve Dessert first, followed by dinner.

15. Balloons. (Ridiculous amounts of time can be spent playing with these!)

16. Breakfast in Bed for Birthdays!

17. Living Room Forts.

18.  Rescue Animals!  (Place kid’s stuffed animals around house and take pictures of animals in trouble.  [Like the Wonder Pets.] Stick teddy in the laundry basket, take a picture, and then send it to your spouse’s phone.  When the phone rings, alert the kids that there is an animal needing their help.  The kids search for the animal in trouble and return it to the spouse.  When you hear all the excitement, you should be ready to send the next photo of another animal in distress.)  I don’t know who’s idea this was, but my kids LOVE this show and I can’t wait to try this game!

19. Tea Parties.

20. Hide and Seek.

21. Play Store.  You can take an adjustable shower curtain rod and secure it in a doorway, and hang a closet organizer from it.  The kind that you usually use to hold folded sweaters.  Ideally you may already own these things.  Let the kids take drive-thru orders.

22. Play with Shaving cream in the shower.

23. Play music in the car with the windows down and dance!

24. Have a “Dora Day” complete with map, scavenger hunt, and backpack.

25. Have an “English Accent Day” or a “Talk without showing your teeth Day.”  These activities can also be implemented to break up a fight between siblings.  (“No more fighting!  For the rest of the day you must talk in an English Accent!”  Suddenly tensions  are eased and laughter breaks out!)

26. Sardines in the Dark.  It’s like Hide and Seek, but you play in the dark, and when you find the “hider” you have to hide with them.  (Also a nice opportunity for Mom and Dad to steal a kiss while the kids are busy trying to find them.)

27. “What’s missing?” at the Dinner table.   This is a great game if you have a picky eater and the rest of the family is sitting at the table waiting for the last child to finish.  Someone removes and item (a fork, say) from the dinner table and puts it under the table.  Everyone opens their eyes and has to guess what’s missing.

28. Parades down the street for Holidays.  Send them outside to decorate their wagons, barbie cars, and bicycles with toilet paper, crepe paper, balloons and whatever  else you have on hand.  When they are finished (and they are likely to be busy for a while!) take a parade down the street.

29. While you are trying to fix dinner, give your kids a piece of aluminum foil and tell them to make something out of it. They’ll be sitting at your feet, but you’ll be freed up to finish cooking in peace.

30.  Give them opportunities to create their own fun!  There is nothing wrong with telling them to “go play!” and letting them become independent, self-starters who get their own creative minds working!

A special thanks to Birds on a Wire Ministry for all the love and support they provide to all of us moms who are just trying to do the best we can!

http://www.birdsonawiremoms.com/about/

For more fun things to do with your kids, check out this book for more than a thousand ideas!

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Vintage Toy Lamp

A couple  months ago my brother and I decided to start a little business.  We both love finding old “stuff” and re-purposing it.  Over the years we’ve found that we have similar ways of seeing things, and when we see things differently, it only works to better our creations.  (At least we think so.)  We were doing all these things separately, but we both had issues.  With two small children, I was able to shop with my youngest while my son was in preschool.  Once a week she and I would go treasure hunting and find all sorts of great items.  But I had no time to devote to the re-purposing, as much as I love to do it.
My brother, on the other hand, loves a good project!  But finishing up his last year of grad school, he has no time to treasure hunt.  And after an a-ha moment one day, HIVE was born.  It’s our little business where we make all sorts of things for the home.
This is us:

Yes, that is a burp cloth hanging out of his back pocket.  (He’s a new dad, and a really hands-on one!)  And, yes, we are trying to look cool.
SO, Here is our first completed project!  And I must say, I love how it came out!

It was on one of our treasure hunts that my daughter and I stumbled onto this old tin toy.  It’s one of those spinning tops.  I don’t know the date for sure, but I’d guess it was a reproduction made to look old.  This is of benefit for two reasons.  1.  An original would likely have been worth more in it’s original state, and 2. Being reproduced, banged up and beaten, it had that vintage appeal while still maintaining it’s color and design.  I also found an old lamp for about $2 at a thrift store.   It was about the right scale, with all the right parts and working.  So I brought both pieces to my brother.
He called me the next day exasperated.  It had taken a ridiculous amount of time and effort to “gut” this toy of it’s workings.  Without damaging the toy, of course.  However, once that dirty work was done, he set about fitting all the pieces together.

He painted the wood disk that you see, and all the other lamp hardware a lime green.  The adorable finishing touch is the top (that was pushed up and down to make the toy spin) is now the part of the lamp that holds the shade in place.
Speaking of the shade, I’m working on that!  I found a great $2 shade in pristine shape at a yard sale, and am trimming it out with red grosgrain ribbon at the top and bottom.  I’ll post the picture once I have it finished.
Thanks!

Up-cycled Clothes for a Quirky little Princess

I had a few shirts that I combined to make this little outfit.  It’s a bit quirky, but for me, that was part of the fun. 
 
I took the shirts below, and came up with a game plan.  I liked the colors of both the teal polka-dots and the pink stripes.  The other shirt I just loved the lace detail, and also the elastic at the end of the shirt I was able to re-use for the pant’s waistband.


I took the pink shirt and made it into Capri-pants.  I bought a tutorial on Etsy that was fantastically easy, and now that I’ve made a pair or two, I can do it with my eyes closed.  I just adjust the length as needed.  If you’d like a tutorial, you can get the one that worked for me, HERE.

I pulled out my ribbon case, and pieced together what I had to work with, coming up with different combinations, until I found what I liked.
 
One day she’ll probably roll her eyes at me, but for now, she's happy with her little outfit, and the pocket in front is a favorite!  There’s something about seeing my little girl wearing something that I created, particularly rewarding.  Maybe it’s because as she’s running around the yard playing, I can’t put my finger on all the sleepless nights, the number of diapers changed, or the number of lullabies sung, but I can point to that little outfit (however quirky) and say “My baby girl, I made it just for you!”  There’s something about that, that just feels good.