Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas

♪♫ Yea, Lord, we greet Thee,
born this happy morning,
Jesus, to Thee be all glory given;
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing;
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him...
Christ, the Lord
.
♪♫



For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son,
that whosoever believes in Him will not perish
but have everlasting life.
John 3:16


Merry Christmas!

The Frumps

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Some Christmas Randoms

Jericho has gone to plenty of activities at other folks houses. Birthday parties, work parties and even overnighters with his friends.

But tonight he has something going on that just 'felt' different to me somehow, and I was trying to put my finger on exactly why that was.

I suppose that because when we've been as involved in the church as we have been all his life, we are present or on the same campus as he has for just about every activity he's ever attended.

But tonight, we came to a definite "y" in the road.

Tonight Jericho is headed off to a junior high Awana Christmas party at his leader's home.

A place we will not be. And that's okay.

Except that it's a place he will also be with lots of girls, a couple of which flirt shamelessly with him.

And he's at that age when he's beginning to enjoy the attention.

How did this happen, this whole growing up thing?

He was just that little boy who didn't want me to leave him at the door in Kindergarten, and now here I stand looking at a strapping big wrestler nearly as tall as me and with a faint fringe of a mustache and a crackly voice?

It's one of those 'firsts' that kinda snuck up on me.

And for the first time, I've realized that he's really getting past the stage of my taking pictures of such things for the scrapbooks.

And (Lord help me) we still have the big school-sponsored all-nighter at the pizza place in a few days.

There comes a point where we moms, who have been clucking and fussing over their little chicks for so long, suddenly step back and realize...wow...he's not that little yellow, fuzzy chick taking shelter under my wings any longer...

He's starting to strut across the yard like the young rooster that he is, not needing us quite so much as he did in the past.

Just takes some getting used to for the mother hen, I guess.

And somehow I know it's going to be a whole lot harder than I ever expected when he goes off to college.

:: :: :: ::

It started off as a good idea, this business of our collecting Nativity Scenes.

Adding the toy versions were meant to get the kids familiar with the Christmas Story from a young age, and give us the opportunity to foster in them an appreciation for the true meaning of Christmas.

When we found the toy sets, I had visions of the boys quietly playing with them by the light of a fire or in that ambient Christmas decor lighting, pondering Jesus' birth.

Generally, while trimming our tree, we bring out the toy Nativity scenes and allow the kids to play with them for a while, cautioning them that while it is okay to play with them, they weren't to get silly...the toys represented something that was never to be regarded lightly.

Recently, however, after bringing in several tubs of decorations from the garage to get things ready for Christmas, we found the boys had already rifled through the tubs we'd brought in earlier in search of the toy sets and were playing with them...all this before we'd given our usual 'talk'.

Things were going fine until we were midway through the tree-trimming process and heard a terrible commotion from across the living room, complete with the kind of sounds the boys usually make when tons of Army guys are scattered around the floor.

"You know the rules, Jericho...nobody in the Nativity scene is supposed to be shooting anyone" I commented, eyebrow arched as I glanced in his direction.

"But mom," he said as he held up the Wise Men, "They look like terrorists!"

Perhaps we missed something somewhere along the line in his training?

:: :: :: ::

While I realize that our oldest is, in fact, growing up, I did have to chuckle that he drug me through the toy aisles at WalMart to show me the toys he "wants to get Judah" for Christmas.

Buzz and Woody from Toy Story fame.

"Uh, huh. Sure they're for your brother" my skeptical expression must have read, because he suddenly got very defensive. "Seriously, mom. He'd love them."

Somehow I'm thinking that the only reason he'd be willing to fork over the hefty $49.99 those particular toys cost and even moreso to deign to 'play with his little brother' would be to re-live his own childhood a bit without asking for the same toys for himself, lol.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Easy 'Gingerbread' Houses

While our niece was visiting over Thanksgiving break, we made 'Gingerbread' houses.

Though I've baked actual gingerbread in the past, this time there was no baking involved.

When you're short on time or have tons of other stuff to do, graham crackers are a very convenient substitute. , and though we kept it simple this time around, they can be assembled into very elaborate structures.

To begin, you must have the right kind of icing. Royal Icing dries hard pretty quickly, which is imperative for holding the walls of your structures together. It also securely holds candies to the houses.















Jericho made the Picasso-esque house in the upper left. Cousin S made the one in the upper right. Judah and I assembled the one on the bottom left.

Jericho, our resident artist, said after looking at the three completed houses together, "Everyone is going to think Judah made mine and I made yours", and sure enough, when his friends arrived that evening, they all said that very thing, lol.



And just to clarify, that would be the pointy ice cream cones, not cones of sugar.

We make the trees at our annual Youth Group Christmas parties.

We line a couple of long tables with festive Christmas wrapping paper, give each person a paper plate and a cone, set out bowls of candy and few bags of fresh Royal icing down the length of the tables, and (as HisGirl would say) POW! Super-easy group activity!

Sunday, November 29, 2009

A Frump Thanksgiving Break in Haiku and Pictures

So very thankful
God has abundantly blessed
We live in Freedom

Turkey and trimmings
long since put into the fridge
loaded van departs

Outdoor recliners
Glittering Starry Pictures
The sky our TV



In the dark, "Who-whoo?"
Boys chasing after owl sounds
Pigeon feathers found

Campfire crackling
Chairs circled around for heat
Laughter abounding











Desert winds howling
Hot cocoa and marshmallows
more logs on the fire



Temps have dropped quickly
We numbly dress in PJ's
Will we freeze tonight?





Camp style breakfast
Hot tea to warm cold insides
Boys raring to go



Morning light hiking
Jericho, Matt, Luke and Mark
Climb desert towers

Pacific Crest Trail
Many wonders to explore
Return ravenous







From Judah
Go in da desert
Quaio famiwee rwunneen
Bwue bird in da trwee

Daddy and Judah
Climbed up boulders, hills and trees
Learning to ride bike





From Jericho
Jericho is cool
Mom is writing haiku now
which is kind of odd

Hot beef stew dinner
Night-time temps will be freezing
Cozy warm beds wait







Crackling fire
it's heat warming cold fingers
Dog-moon lights the sky













Roasting marshmallows
Perfect bubbly golden brown
Can I have S'more?



Frightening stories
night seems darker that normal
Judah cuddles close











Quiet peaceful place
just a short jaunt from our home
restful get-away

Just snuggled in tents
Rain clouds move in overhead
Should we go on home?

All night long, rain fell
Pitter-pattering on tent
'sealed' tents stay dry

Until Four AM
Puddled water under tent
Soaks up through the floor

Clapping thunder sky
drives us from our soggy beds
Lightning much too close

We jump up quickly
Wake boys in the other tent
Grab bedding and go!
During the raging storm, Judah (recalling last weeks Bible Study lesson) said, "Mama, we need Jesus to calm da storm." Just blesses my heart when I see that all the training is getting through even at his young age.



In the van we wait
What is taking them so long?
They packed everything!
"We packed up all our stuff, mom...I even packed the hatchet!" I had to laugh...he might as well said he'd remembered the kitchen sink.

Van packed to the roof
It's windows would not defrost
Pouring rain ride home



Climb into warm beds
Long nap before returning
Rest of gear retrieved





Snow-capped mountain peaks
boys had climbed the day before
Got home just in time

Boys go to movies
Mom is left to contend with
mountains of laundry

Mom needs a vacay
To recover from camping
Also, foot massage

Saturday, November 21, 2009

The Frumps Go To A Weddin'

Last Saturday, after several days of baking, assembling and icing a wedding cake, we finally attended the reception of the couple the cake was for.

It was a thoroughly enjoyable evening which began when we arrived an hour early so that I could set up the cake table and put the finishing touches on it.

I'm happy to report that all those prayers y'all were praying for me and that cake were answered...the cake arrived intact and was set up and decorated in no time flat, and I remained relatively stress-free throughout the whole ordeal.

Even with a handful of small boys buzzing like bees around me during the process.

In fact, I was so relaxed that I went around and took photos of the reception hall. It was a gorgeous place for a wedding reception.

The hall was located in the middle of a business park of all places, and by day is the 'classroom' for a realty training school. The bride's family had an 'in' and were able to secure the facility for a song. It was absolutely perfect for a reception.







Folks began arriving before too long.

Here, Judah, tie askew, was trying to work up the courage to go tell the bride that she looked "bootifow".



There was much dancing.

The dollar dance raised a lot of cash for the young couple's honeymoon.

Here the bride dances with her young brother-in-laws.







And the groom with his sisters.





And, of course, the bride and groom.



Judah, upon realizing that all the kids his size were out on the dance floor, spent most of his time there.





Meanwhile, back at the tables, Jericho and the grooms youngest brothers (who have known each other since their days together in the church nursery) unwrapped the gifts that had been placed at each setting at their table, and learned that the "Thank You for Celebrating With Us" gifts were little photo albums.

Seeing dozens of these throughout the hall at unattended place settings, they set out on a search for a particularly decorated kind that they felt were the 'coolest'.

Here was their collection when we finally realized what they were up to



Jeff chided them for starting such a 'manly' collection as gold and silver-plated photo albums, and, properly chagrined, they finally stopped opening the gifts and instead went out to dance.

Well, except for Jericho.

Which is crazy, because the boy's got skillz where dance moves are concerned...he just never breaks them out in public.

Every time I'd look for Judah he was either on the dance floor, or hanging with the family of the groom.

The girls in that family are the same ones who work in the Little Tots class on Sunday mornings, and he adores them.



Even if he did tell them at one point during the evening, "I won't mawwy you, but I wiwh dance wif you."



What cracked me up, was loading the pictures onto my computer the next morning and finding the funny photos like this one



That little kid sitting at their table was TOTALLY hopped up on Hawaiian Punch and wedding mints.

Wait, he looks kind of familiar somehow...

The dinner was delicious. The bride's family are Italian, and brought in some of the best lasagna ever.

In spite of our careful monitoring of foods and 'gredients (as Judah says), something Judah managed to eat that evening had coconut in it.

And he began to get itchy red ears and cheeks, gearing up for a pretty good outbreak of hives.

Thankfully I had some Benedryl in my purse, and giving that to him right away helped to nip that in the bud.

Oy.

It didn't stop him for long, though. As soon as he was feeling less itchy, he was right back out on the dance floor playing with his 'fwends'.

And, when he returned to the table for some water, taking photos with us.





Finally, it was time to cut the cake.

Here are the bride and groom and their cake.



And here they are trying to cut through the very tough (storebought) fondant icing.



Here they are about to feed each other the cake



And then after they'd shoved the cake into each other's faces



Here is what the cake looked like inside. You would not believe how much a 14 inch layer cake weighs, fully decorated and with fondant icing...easily 20 pounds.



That represents a lot of sugar, y'all.

Which was probably why Judah spent so much time dancing. And running around and around the big wall separating the hall from the kitchen behind it.

And busting out old-school breakdancing moves.



I did have a pretty embarrassing moment pertaining to that cake. Aside from the bride and groom having a tough time cutting through it, that is.

See that purple fondant 'ribbon' hanging off the cake?



SOOO not supposed to do that.

That's what I get for running to WalMart the evening before the reception to buy pre-made fondant in a vain effort to save myself a step and hopefully get to bed at a decent hour.

I don't recommend that shortcut, ever.

Because even with a husband willing to knead the stuff into chewed-gum consistency, it still doesn't handle like homemade fondant. It doesn't roll out right. Homemade sort of snugs to the cake like spandex, but this stuff was way too stiff and no matter how much smoothing I did wouldn't 'blend' seamlessly together around the sides of the cakes like it was supposed to. It didn't taste all that great, either.

One of the bride's little boy cousins was hovering around while I was cutting the cake, and saw the purple ribbon of 'frosting' and began tugging on it, apparently thinking he had 'dibs' on it.

It very nearly caused a fiasco, as that layer of the cake began to slide in the direction of his tugging.

His parents were appalled and apologized profusely.

I told them not to worry, because I have a little boy JUST LIKE theirs, and if their son hadn't done that, Judah surely would have, lol.

In spite of the problematic fondant, I was very pleased with how the cake looked at tasted.



And, wonder of wonders, in spite of my hurried preparations the day of the reception, my hair style even stayed put all evening long! (How often does that happen?)

For me, this was an instance of 'having my cake and eating it too!'