Cheap and Easy (Cleaning, That Is)

Not usually the two adjectives most associated with the refined lady, but in this case, they fit. My new cleaning regimen, that is. Or at least the one I am trying out with great optimism tempered with some trepidation because I SO want to be committed to it. Imagine a world without chemicals, without labels whereupon are listed ingredients that are unpronounceable and probably undigestible, yet we lather them around the rooms and places most likely to transmit those chemicals right into our bodies. My children spend most of their time very close to the floor (and, too often, toilets) so it seemed worthwhile to me to explore some natural cleaning options that would be safe for them to splash and lick and spill.

But I confess, I have been skeptical. My heart is saying, "Let's go!", but my mind is saying, "No, no." Oops, late 90's moment. (But stay tuned to read about cleaners that really are like a genie in a bottle! *zing!*) More accurately, my mind is saying, "I'm sorry, but there's no way common ingredients already in my kitchen will sufficiently clean my bathroom to a fresh, disinfected sparkle."

I read those blogs where hardy homemakers spread fantastic claims about their homemade, DIY ways of doing things. I thought, yeah, right. I've tried the baking soda and apple cider vinegar thing in my hair and was underwhelmed (until I came back to it with a few tweaks and have since been liking it much better...go figure). Natural products must be, like, meh. Better living through chemistry, as the saying goes. But I simultaneously have been feeling more and more convicted about the amount of chemicals and, just, waste that goes on in our house. Bleach and ammonia, paper napkins and paper towels galore. We're clean, but at what cost to our health and bank account?

(You're all "Get on with it already! I'm starting to fear scrolling down because I might find a "buy the book for $32.99!" And you're right. This is supposed to be more documentary than sermon. But the rationale might be helpful, no?)

The Strategy:
Make and replace one cleaning product per week. I am impatient, however, and it made sense since I was using so few ingredients to just mix everything up at one time. I did make my laundry detergent at least six months ago, so that's old news (but will still be reviewed here). We implemented the dishwasher detergent and dish soap the day after this big flurry of production. The glass cleaner I waited on because I needed Joel to visit the liquor store (more on that below) so bathroom cleaning was only tested today. So while I haven't kept to the one-per-week schedule very strictly, I also haven't undertaken too much at once. If you think you might try some of this, I will reiterate what I've read on countless other blogs, don't overwhelm yourself. Everyone is in a different place with the amount of time and resources and motivation they have to make these kinds of changes. I just happen to have a bit of the ADHD and OCD which combine to make me a bit of a productivity pinball machine at times. Different strokes, people, different strokes.

In case you're curious, the detergents are more time-consuming because of the food processing involved, while the liquid cleaners you just pour and shake in five minutes. But by "time-consuming", I mean I made all these within a couple of hours max one evening. And I was also taking pictures and getting organized. I should have been more attentive to the time. It won't be much of a time commitment to refill these when the time comes, though. These cleaners are easier to mix up and fewer steps than cake from a box.

A few websites/blogs that contributed to my recipes and motivation:
www.diynatural.com (this is my primary go-to site right now - SO much info and recipes!)
www.wellnessmama.com (stain treatment guide is handy)
www.theecofriendlyfamily.com (my laundry detergent; I use the one with soap for diapers and clothing alike)

The Process:
First, a look at my typical all-American kitchen, laundry, and bathroom cupboards. As Mikayla would say, I am "being brave, I am not afraid" to show you these humble areas of my home. Judge all you like, I bet yours don't look all Pinteresty either.

Kitchen: The usual ammonia floor cleaner, powder with bleach sink cleaner, dishwasher detergent, disinfecting wipes, some stove top cleaners and Murphy's oil soap.

Master bath: Glass cleaner with ammonia, bathroom cleaner with bleach, soft scrub probably with bleach, toilet bowl cleaner with who knows what crazy acid, powder with bleach sink cleaner.


Laundry: Bleach, fabric softener, standard commercial laundry detergent, OxiClean, and spray stain remover, as well as a couple stain remover pens.


And now, all of my cleaners relegated to Cleaning Product Purgatory in the blue bathroom closet, because I am chicken and not going to throw these in the outside trash until I'm certain I am satisfied with the new arsenal:
You can see my giant 5-gallon bucket of laundry detergent down there. I keep a couple glass jars full in my laundry cupboard for regular use and refill from here. Just thought I'd point that out while we're in here!

And here's what you've all been waiting for, the ingredient list:


 I couldn't tell you what I paid for everything because Joel does the grocery and liquor shopping. The vinegar was $1.99 for the gallon which I know because there's a sticker on it, and I paid around $30 at Wal-Mart (I know, throw tomatoes at me) for everything else except the Vodka and kosher salt, and that also included all my spray bottles. Oh, I forgot to put my Ivory and Fels-Naptha bar soaps in this picture.

My kitchen the night I made my cleaners:


I won't even try to caption this photo in any detail. Note the ingredients strewn about and my food processor at the far left, which is what I used to grate bar soap and mix the powder detergents (like a CHARM). It wasn't as chaotic as it looks.

The products and reviews:
Ok, actually THIS is the part you were waiting for. "After" photos and brief reviews of the products!

Rating system:
1 star = Will never use this again
2 stars = Meh; tempted to go back to my commercial cleaner
3 stars = It cleaned better than water, but I'm not convinced of its effectiveness
4 stars = Worked well, may require some tweaking to be fully satisfied
5 stars = Could tell no difference from my commercial cleaner, A+!


The products I'll note and review here are the dishwasher detergent, far right in the mason jar, and dish soap, middle left in an old dish soap bottle. The general cleaners in spray bottles are reviewed further down in the bathroom.

Dishwasher detergent: Recipe at DIY Natural

This detergent uses borax, washing soda, citric acid, and kosher salt. Click through to the recipe at DIY Natural for explanation of the recipe and what each ingredient does. Note that you should only use one tablespoon per load to start, and vary it from there depending on your results. I dumped it in there like I was using regular powder detergent the first time, and had a horrible film on my top-rack dishes. The next time I added white vinegar to the rinse aid compartment and still had the residue. Then I actually re-read the instructions and scaled way back on my detergent usage. This last time, Joel ran the dishwasher and everything looks awesome. Not sure if he used the vinegar, but he did verify the detergent amount with me so I know he used that. And to be clear, the dishes got clean of food even when they had the film remaining on them; there was just obviously way too much detergent in there to be thoroughly rinsed.

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars; may increase to 5 star rating if results replicate.


This dish soap uses grated bar soap, borax, and boiling water. And a little essential oil, which I have not yet purchased but will add next time around. Essential oil adds some disinfecting power and a little fragrance; I will probably use orange or tea tree in here. And remember the "Cheap and Easy" title above? I ordered my oils from a seller on Amazon. Better prices than our local health food store, and decent reviews, so I figured I'd try them out. This soap does NOT suds up like commercial dish soap, which the recipe warns you about ahead of time, because it doesn't have sudsing agents in there. So it can be hard to tell where exactly the soap is and how much you're using, but let me tell you, this cuts through food on my dishes and pots like a BOSS. Also it comes out of the bottle looking a little gross, not all smooth, but in little clumpy spurts. Shake up the bottle before you use it, and it will look a lot smoother. Structural viscosity and all that (special mention of my late Papa, who taught me about viscosity over a ketchup bottle at Hoss's forever ago).

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars, only because the texture and lack of suds will make other people go, "hmmm"; but functionally it works awesome so far.

This is my laundry cupboard now:


Laundry Detergent: Recipe at The Eco Friendly Family

I made up the large batch in my five gallon bucket, sans soap because I wanted to try it that way first on our cloth diapers, but I found myself questioning the cleaning power on my diapers. I have been grating in the appropriate amount of bar soap when I refill my jars now, and use this on diapers and clothing alike. You only use one tablespoon per load, increasing to two tablespoons for a heavily soiled load (but I only use one generous tablespoon on my diapers and it works stellar). So I have only refilled once, and when I mixed it up with a bar of soap it made two jars' worth. I literally cannot tell a difference in laundering power between this and my commercial detergent. I have been using this six months and am completely satisfied. I no longer use fabric softener. I do have dryer balls in the dryer to help fluff clothes, but only got those a few months ago and was happy with my laundry far before that. There is no fragrance apart from a very mild scent from the bar soap (I used Ivory) so your clothes don't get all mountainy sweet smelling. But frankly, I recently smelled someone else's laundry and was somewhat surprised at how artificially fragrant it was. I don't miss it on my laundry. Totally not judging those of you who will provide me with Spring Breeze sheets to sleep on next time I visit; it's just part of the review process to comment on the fragrance aspect.
Rating: 5 out of 5 stars

Fels-Naptha soap:
Rub directly on stains to pretreat. I'm still trialling this; it worked better than not treating at all, but didn't help my tomato-based stain come out completely. Using the spray bottle, which contains a 1:1 vinegar and water solution, helps more with those greasy or tomato based stains. I would also mention using corn starch to soak up excess oil before laundering, and then pretreating with some dish soap on oil or grease stains. That worked when I dripped straight up olive oil onto my jeans at a staff meeting. Can't take me anywhere.

Rating: 3 out of 5 stars on the Fels-Naptha; 4 out of  stars on the vinegar spray used in conjunction with the Fels-Naptha and/or dish soap pretreat. This site has a strain treating guide to know what to use on what kind of stain. Too soon to review all of them.

Bathroom cupboard:


Glass cleaner: Recipe at DIY Natural

This glass cleaner is a vinegar and water solution with a high-proof grain alcohol added to eliminate streaks. Also a dab of dish soap to cut through whatever you spray your mirrors with at your house (around here, baby snot and toothpaste). I was most pleasantly surprised by this cleaner. I have no streaks whatsoever on my mirrors. Next time, I would add a bit more dish soap than this called for to add cleaning power. As it was, it just took a little extra wiping. Shake the bottle before using to make sure the ingredients are all represented in your mist. No stabilizers or preservatives added to keep it homogeneous, don't you know. Will your bathroom smell a little like vinegar and alcohol? I didn't smell the alcohol at all because it's so diluted. I smelled vinegar, mostly because I used several products that contained it, but only for a short time. And I'd rather have a brief salad-bar smell than a lingering synthetic-lemon-at-a-chemical-waste-plant smell.

Rating: 4.5 out of 5 stars, even without extra dish soap added. I am in love.

All-Purpose cleaner:

This is just a 1:1 white vinegar and water solution with a little tea tree oil added, except I don't have the TTO yet. The recipe is available at DIY Natural but...it's hardly a recipe, right? I used this on my counters, fixtures, bathtub. It's a little hard to know how well it's working. Vinegar is a natural mild disinfectant and it did cut through a decent amount of soap scum and whatnot immediately as I wiped it. On stubborn spots, I used my sprinkler of baking soda too for a little scouring power and that wonderful fizzing action. And I didn't even have to worry about my children splashing and "helping momma" and climbing into the tub while I cleaned.

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars on the vinegar cleaner; 5 out of 5 using in combination with baking soda. This took everything off my shower, counters, and the plastic mat my kids use to keep their hineys from sliding around in the tub. It had a little mildew growing around the suction cups - GONE.

Toilet cleaner: Recipe on DIY Natural

DIY Natural has a few different options depending on your cleaning needs. I used the Tea Tree Toilet Bowl Scrub, which is funny because as I mentioned, I don't have the TTO yet. So I basically just used a more concentrated version of the baking soda and vinegar treatment described above. I will re-clean my toilets when my TTO arrives but I was itching to test this out, even if it was shy a few degrees of disinfecting power. Full disclosure: I was really looking forward to the science-project volcano that was going to happen in my toilet. The children were gathered around to watch. It wasn't nearly what I had hoped it would be, so don't worry about your toilet fizzing over. Next time I am going to be a lot more generous with my baking soda sprinkle. But this did an impressive job of immediately cleaning the toilet bowl and rim. I noticed no difference from my commercial cleaner in terms of speed and thoroughness of cleaning, and effectiveness as I scrubbed with the brush. The only difference was that I didn't have a coronary when I later discovered Isaac and Mikayla scooping water from the toilet onto the floor, and filling the bowl with bits of toilet paper to flush. No bleach! No germ-eating acid! The vinegar spray did a nice job de-gunking the outside of the commode too.

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars, because it would be silly to rate it a 5 when the recipe is incomplete and I know it didn't disinfect the way it should. But I was impressed with just the aesthetic cleaning ability of this combo.


I think that concludes my reviews. I believe I linked to all of the recipes, which also provide more background info on the products and how/why they work. I did my best to be honest in my reviews, which can be a challenge when you are on a kick to MAKE something work. Admittedly, I would accept 4 and 4.5 star performance, maybe even down to a 3.5, simply because I know these cleaners are pure and not going to poison my children when they inevitably "help" me clean and either inhale the vapors or lick and drink everything in sight. My son has an astounding ability to be up to his armpits in something before I even realize he's left my side. And he knows how to open the "child proof" bathroom cabinets. Frankly they are more difficult to close than to open. What I'm saying is, if you try these and would rate them differently, don't blame me. But I would say all of these cleaners are worth a try because of the simplicity, frugality, and purity they will bring to your home. I will stick with it and let you know if my opinion changes!

If you've read this far, please help yourself to a cookie and a sticker because that took some stamina. Please comment below with any thoughts or questions because I'd love to interact with you as I continue to explore and refine our use of natural cleaners. Have a cleaner you love? Skeptical about one of my reviews? I would really appreciate hearing from you.

Still to come: natural beauty products. I'm testing these waters too. Interested in a review post on hair care, facial cleanser, and natural deodorant?

In closing, a thought just came to me. These are cleaning materials that have been probably used for eons by people who had no concept of modern "conveniences". How wise and generous is our God to provide naturally-occurring compounds and oils that have these cleansing, antibacterial properties? He has blessed us with ways to clean ourselves and our environment in order to care for our health and well-being. This just stirs an attitude of thankfulness in me, as well as awe. I feel closer to the Lord when I use simple materials He has given to take care of my home and family (not to imply that you are any further from Him when you Lysol the playroom). And I recognize the limitations to being "all-natural" and don't jump at things just because they boast this claim...poison ivy is natural, no? But a wise and careful approach is likely to yield great benefit, in my view. Again, thanks for reading; I've been excited to share these endeavors with you and perhaps learn from you in return.

Soli deo gloria!!

A Joyful Noise

This post is about how God keeps mothers people me humble.

About forty minutes ago, I was innocently minding my own business, even working to get dinner put together in the kitchen. Mikayla was napping peacefully in her room. Isaac was, supposedly, kicking his ball around in various rooms downstairs. All was well. I heard the pitter patter of Isaac going up the stairs which is no big deal these days, except that I make sure I am not too far behind him. I was just starting to follow him when I heard the upstairs just explode into wailing and gnashing of teeth.

No but seriously.

Isaac was suddenly crying his loud angry cry at the top of his lungs. And Mikayla (Mikayla?) was shouting something in a very loud, very screechy, unhappy, just-woke-up voice. As I got closer, I could make out words: "NOOOO!!!!! I'M IN HEEEEEERE!!! So apparently, her door wasn't latched, and Isaac crawl-barged straight into her room in the middle of her beauty sleep. Mikayla was literally doing disoriented circles on her big-girl bed, presumably looking for things to throw at her little brother, while  yelling at him as ferociously as possible.

I didn't even attempt to reason with her. I grabbed Isaac under my arm and backed out of the door, apologizing profusely to a toddler, praying that she would miraculously lay down and go back to sleep after all the commotion. She stayed in her room. Crisis averted?

Next thing I know (maybe five minutes later?) Mikayla is walking up to me very calmly and cheerfully in the living room. She says, "I got out all the wipes!"

That sounds...not marvelous.

We walked into the kitchen together and she practically did a Price-is-Right hand flourish as she proudly announced, "Look at this mess!" Yup, she was right. The travel wipe container was empty, and scrunched up wipes were everywhere. Don't worry, she helped me put them back, pausing to suck on each and every wipe before I folded it back into the container. "I like these wipes!!"

We're not even to the humble part yet. I know, you're thinking that I am just rocking this momma thing at this point. Patience of a saint and all that. But wait, there's more. Mikayla was due for a diaper change. She's back in cloth diapers, which is a good thing, but as I changed her I noticed that the edging of her cover was pulling away and needed to be re-sewn. We happened to be in the same room as my sewing machine, so I heroically decided to fix it right there and then. Mom of the year! I am on top of things! Redemption is in sight!

Two minutes and about fifteen quick stitches later, I turned back to finish diapering Mikayla. I was, admittedly, feeling a little puffed up due to my impulsive display of domestic prowess. The Lord saw my heart and intervened. No sooner had I plopped Mikayla's freshly diapered hiney onto the repaired cover than I spotted Isaac with a fully saturated wet diaper firmly atop his head.

It's like herding cats some days, folks.  You get one sorted out and the other one decides it's just a little too predictable in here. For as disciplined and productive as I believe myself to be most days, the Lord slips these adventures into the midst of things to remind me how very quickly I reach the end of my rope, of my patience, of my cool, of myself. Not a perfect momma over here; not even close. I desperately need my Father's grace to shine through me to my children.

And you know that while I'm sitting here blogging about it, everything is calm and orderly. There's nobody demanding juice or sobbing because he can't get the blue necklace off.

But there are moments that more than make up for the humbling ones. Moments when the Lord so obviously redeems the calling of motherhood and reveals the fruit of this continuous labor. Moments like this:




I don't know for certain whether her little heart is regenerate yet, or will ever be. But I see this evidence of love for God and His Word, and pray daily that it is genuine. And of course, even while Mikayla was reciting her favorite Psalm, Isaac made his way into the trash and tried to eat some. Motherhood is about priorities, isn't it? I'd rather my children dance while they proclaim God's Word than keep their hands out of the garbage. After all, it is not what goes into the mouth that matters to the Lord, but what comes out.

Soli deo gloria!!

Isaac 14-Month Update

At a week shy of 14 months, I think it's high time to post a bit more about what Isaac's been up to lately!

On April 13, Isaac took his first few steps to his Aunt Amy. He has since repeated this many times, letting go of one support to take a few steps to his momma, dadda, or the other couch. We've caught him standing up from the ground, rather than pulling himself up, on a few occasions. And he can stand by himself with no support, until he realizes that's what he's doing, and lowers himself onto his bum. The advantage is that this little boy has no fear, and is very interested in EVERYTHING, so he will probably be the kid who starts walking without quite realizing it. I have a feeling he'll be doing laps around the house in the next week or two!

Isaac has also recently (last Wednesday) decided to eat finger foods. His favorite is peanut butter and jelly sandwich (open-faced, cut into bite sized pieces). He has also eaten spaghetti, peas, broccoli, chicken nugget, and a few other things I'm forgetting. It's hit or miss, though. How does Isaac decide whether to eat something with his fingers? His decision tree:

1. Touch food. Is it too slippery to pick up?
Yes --> go to question #2 (example: banana)
No --> go to question #2 (example: everything else)

2. Can I smash it?
Yes --> smash with thumb until pulverized. Reject food because it is pulverized. (example: peas, any legume)
No --> attempt to smash with thumb, until it shoots across the tray. (example: melon) If it doesn't fly onto the floor, pick up and throw onto floor. (example: everything else)

3. Does it taste good? (accidentally put food in mouth to discover flavor, or be force-fed by momma)
Yes --> shovel remainder of food into mouth (example: PB&J, chicken nuggets, hot dog, broccoli)
No --> pick up and throw onto floor (example: everything else)

4. Am I full?
Yes --> pick up remaining food and throw onto floor; consider making baby sign for "all done"
No --> keep shoveling

He has been talking more and more, mimicking words and sounds all the time. He says momma, dadda, pop pop (papa), banana, uh oh, and the occasional "amen" or "all done" (or something similar). I think he's also said "ball". He knows and uses baby signs for "please" and "all done". He waves hello and goodbye, blows kisses, and gives the sweetest hugs and kisses you ever saw. He bats his long lashes at all the young ladies, but most especially at his momma. And he is a SNUGGLER. My word. If he is the least bit tired or not feeling well, his left pointer finger goes into his mouth and his head nuzzles down onto your shoulder.

Isaac delights in bath time with his big sister. They laugh and squeal together often, usually because they have gotten into some game of peek a boo or hide the toy. He wears a size 4 shoe and size 12 month or 12-18 month clothing. Socks are a lost cause. Toilet paper rolls and toilet water continue to be coveted items, but he responds well to "no touch". I rarely even have to smack his hand. He LOVES to open and close drawers, and empty and refill their contents. I let him do this unless it happens to be the drawer holding Joel's razor.

He usually takes two naps: one around 10-10:30 in the morning, and another around 3:30. That second nap has been hit or miss for the past month or so, depending on how long his first nap was. Also, I think he's teething right now. He's had six teeth for the longest time but has been super cranky lately. I do wonder, though, if it is just a developmental thing because this was the age Mikayla was when she started with her first tantrums. He is also the same age Mikayla was when Isaac was born. Does that seem crazy to anyone else?

Little brother is waking up so I'll cut this short. I think I hit the highlights!




Why I Don't Fear Homeschooling (Anymore)

We plan to homeschool.

Have I said this publicly before? I'm not sure. Those close to us may know that we have been strongly leaning in that direction for some time.

Sometimes I feel completely overwhelmed at the thought. I am intimidated at the prospect of going through 800 curriculum packages not to mention a hodge podge of homeschooling blogs with free printables for flashcards, worksheets, coloring pages, and how will I ever pull together something remotely adequate, or know which curriculum has the greatest educational value for my family? It leaves my head spinning, to be honest.

Part of my feeling overwhelmed, though, is this sense that when we "start to homeschool", it's like I will have to flip a switch and bring a whole new level of structure and busy-ness to our already fairly busy lives. I will suddenly be required to arise while it is still dark and cook a hot breakfast so that my children will be sufficiently nourished to tackle the stacks of handouts and lap books and sensory tubs that I also prepared before the sun came up. My evenings will devolve into hours of grading, lesson planning, and stressing about how to get enough hours of school in when we really need to spend Friday cleaning and running errands.

Don't judge me too harshly, but I kind of like being awakened by my daughter padding into my room at the crack of 7:34 a.m. to announce that "I'm awake! Eat breakfast now?" I love that there is usually no deadline by which we need to be fed and dressed, so if we happen to want to snuggle or take spontaneous photos of someone's amazing bedhead, we can do that. I enjoy responding to my kids' needs throughout the day, feeding them when they're hungry, reading together when the mood strikes, and navigating around my own energy level and to-do list as well. I don't feel altogether prepared to give up this "lazy" (yeah, right) lifestyle in favor of three-ring binders and the pressure to gather around a wall calendar at 8:00 a.m. to describe the weather, name the day of the week, and count down to Christmas. Because most days I doubt that's going to happen until at least 9:07.

But then I read this article:


Wait, what?? Homeschooling doesn't have to be so stressful? Morning snuggles are ok, educating and caring for my family and home can be done in a way that meshes with my biorhythms and personality! Homeschooling works BECAUSE it conforms to your family, rather than causing the family to conform to a bus schedule. Who woulda thunk.

Obviously, this was the most important point the author was trying to make: Lazy moms can homeschool too!

I am in no way condemning families who choose to public or private school their children. What I am saying, though, is that I am suddenly looking forward to homeschool days that start slowly and allow my children and me to be who we are. Joel and I love our kids, and believe in raising them to love learning. I doubt our kids are going to fall through the cracks academically if I don't have all my flashcards laminated before Mikayla turns three.

I feel like I can breathe again. And take my time sorting out the preschool homeschooling agenda. Already we read every day, Mikayla knows her alphabet, shapes, colors, and has a well-rounded vocabulary so far. She can run, hop, dance, and generally get dressed by herself as long as she doesn't have to match. She loves to match, sort, organize, build, and destroy. She enjoys imagining, pretending, singing, and narrating her every move. I'm pretty sure it is simply because 1) God made her to develop these skills, and 2) we include her in our everyday lives, conversations, and the life of the church (I didn't realize that teaching her catechism questions was considered a pre-reading skill!). That's it.

It's ok. I'm ok. A relaxed approach to homeschooling is ok. We will grow into the lesson plans and portfolios as the need arises. For now, I don't yet have my own laminator, labeler, or three-hole-punch, and it. is. ok.

I know there was a whole lot more in the article than what I've commented on, but I loved this relaxed, practical perspective on homeschooling from a mom who happens to be an M.D. Which, by the way, I've seen a few highly-educated women writing on the benefits of homeschooling lately, and it is refreshing to say the least. I like being able to point to this trend of educating at home even among the competitively-employed. Homeschooling: not just for skirt-wearing, flour-milling hippie moms! There are actual benefits to your family besides just protecting your children from the Big Bang theory and depriving them of social skills! Although, since we're being open and honest here, I would wear long skirts and mill my own flour in a heartbeat. I am way more crunchy than I look.

Seriously, though, I never really liked the idea that choosing to manage my children's education might make me appear controlling, religiously paranoid, or anti-social. I mean, I am all about sticking it to the man, but it has always been more about doing what's best for my children than about bucking the system.

At this point, I'm just rambling. Check out the link, reflect on reasons for homeschooling, and join me in celebrating the freedom to educate our children in what way seems best to each of us.

Easter Highlights and Chronicles

Easter highlights:

Worshipping our resurrected Lord and Savior, complete with a choir introit and brass postlude at church. Alleluia!

Driving to New Jersey in our new (to us) Town & Country minivan. It felt like driving a mansion. Joel told me I looked like such a mom, passing out PB&J sandwiches from the back seat.

Watching Mikayla blow through her Easter basket, pausing only briefly to put on her new sunglasses and remark, "Dark in here!" She opened all of her own Easter eggs as well as Isaac's, and discovered a real affinity for jelly beans.

Enjoying a meal fit for royalty, prepared by my lovely and talented mother in law, including ham, potatoes, pineapple casserole, asparagus with feta, and a lovely Prosecco wine. Not to mention the birthday cake for dessert: a carrot cake made with pineapple and coconut and some delicious "diaper cream" frosting (Mikayla is easily confused; she turned down one frosted bite of cake initially because it had diaper cream on it! She also, however, learns quickly, and inhaled the rest.).

Being told by more than one person that I was channeling my inner Brittany. I am 99% sure it was the bangs and leggings. I take this as a high compliment, incidentally.

Come to think of it, the whole family looked super springy and adorable (well, one of us looked manly and handsome, but the rest of us looked cute!). The astute observer will notice that Mikayla is wearing the same pink dress that she wore to Isaac's baptism a year ago. This year, it actually fits. In my defense, last year I had a 14 month old and a newborn and was approximately four weeks postpartum. Anything pink was fair game; I'm not even sure "clean" was a criterion at that point. All that to say, we're moving onward and upward in the wardrobing department.

Want to see us in our Resurrection Day best?



I love that Scott and Becca's family made it into our family photo, in that perfectly framed spot between Joel and me.

And Easter chronicles:

One of my top favorite things about this Easter, though, was looking back over the past three Easters and marveling at the Lord's gracious providence. Three years ago, I was actually miscarrying our first pregnancy on Easter morning after years of trying to conceive. I remember thinking to myself that Easter would never be the same, that it would always bear a reminder to me of loss - and yet how comforting that it was simultaneously the celebration of eternal life! Remarkably, two years ago, we treasured Mikayla's presence at three months old. It was poignant evidence of God's promise to turn our mourning into dancing, and we were astonished that He did this so tangibly for us. Her middle name is Grace, to remind us of what she means to us as a gift of the Lord's generosity.

Then, just one year ago, to heap grace upon grace, God surprised us with Isaac as well. As you might guess from his name, we laughed at the Lord's overflowing bounty in giving us a second child so soon! And this year, the four of us packed into our minivan, something we've been praying and saving for, a gift that makes me wonder what the Lord has in store for next Easter! Plenty of room for another car seat! (I've been saying things like this a lot lately; I think it's because some of my dearest are pregnant or have young babies, and it makes me look forward to the next one, should God grant us another child.)

God is good beyond all our comprehension. I feel humbly grateful that His goodness has been evident in such obvious ways to us. In whatever circumstances, whether His goodness is clearly seen or veiled by suffering, I pray He always turns my heart toward Himself and makes me more like Christ through it all.

"Oh, the depths of the riches, the wisdom of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and how inscrutable His ways!
'For who has known the mind of God, or who has been His counselor?
Or who has given a gift to Him that he might be repaid?'
For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things. To Him be glory forever. Amen."
[Romans 11:33-36]


Keep Calm and Mother On

So I headed to Walmart with my children this morning to purchase their Easter baskets and fixin's. I know, I am the most fun mom out there, spoiling all the surprises by letting Mikayla hold all the Easter presents in her lap in the back of the cart. But I think it's more realistic than mean to say that hiding her Easter basket for the next four days will re-set the surprise meter. At the beginning of your life and again at the end, you could hide your own Easter eggs and still have fun hunting for them, right Dad? (He has been telling me for years that he can hide his own Easter eggs. I figure he'd be happy to know he has cute company in the short-attention-span/poor-memory camp.)

Mikayla picked out the Easter baskets. Pink for herself, blue for Isaac. There were other options, but the girl apparently goes the conventional route once in a great while. I tossed a few bags of goodies into the cart, which Mikayla is too young and naive to be excited about. I'll refrain from naming them because a few of these might turn out to be surprises for the hubs. I saved $1.97 by not getting him an Easter basket, but an Easter plastic bag gets to be exciting when you're pushing 30.


It only took an hour, but it felt like eons in a purgatory of cheap plastic pastel. They almost had me at the Easter bunny sippy cup, but this is not my first rodeo. That sucker is going to pop at its poorly-glued seams the first time a certain somebody squeezes it with all her two-year-old gusto. Instead, found a ten pack of Hanes socks that included pink and purple and should fit into a few plastic eggs (why stop at Christmas stocking when you want to give boring/awkward necessities as gifts?). AND. The poor girl has been begging for a belt for ages. She watches momma and dadda belt our jeans and asks to wear one. I've tried the double-wrap around her tiny tummy but we both know she looks a little ridiculous at that point. Today, I found a two-pack of sparkly belts, one white/silver, and the other pink, in toddler size, for the low Walmart price of "this might actually last you through the summer if little brother doesn't chew on it". Also, shades and a sweet sun hat. Mikayla totally wore the sun hat through the entire store as she carried her Easter basket. Again, best mom ever. Isaac spent the trip chewing on a bag of green plastic grass, so I'm pretty sure that seals the "Mom of the Year" deal.


I also needed a few things for myself, such as leggings and those little invisible socks you can wear with dressy shoes. Of course they were superbly organized and took hardly any time and effort to actually find the right color and size. Meanwhile, Mikayla filled her Easter basket with ladies' socks and a bra and Isaac learned how to stand up in the front of the shopping cart. I can only hope he learns how to apply that skill every time I try to strap him into something.


And then it was time to hit the checkout. Always the best and most enjoyable part of any Walmart trip, right? Lo and behold, God's providence smiled upon us. Just as we rounded the corner, with Mikayla helping me push the cart/being dragged along the side as she attempted to name every object and person we passed, I saw her. An angel in a blue Walmart vest standing behind an empty Express lane register. I may or may not have heard cherub voices serenading our approach, but I'm 80% sure a soft heavenly light shone down upon her name badge. We made it through there in five minutes, which felt like it was only twice that long as Mikayla struggled to understand why her pink hat and beautiful pink basket were wrenched from her grasp and dragged away on the conveyor belt of doom. Toddler problems.


By the time we were loading into the car, Mikayla was genuinely irrational. She wanted to hold her basket, no she wanted her book, no she wanted to get into the car, no she wanted to ride on the roof while singing Itsy Bitsy Spider. Momma pulled out the crackers, and the tears evaporated into thin air. Eyes still red and nose still flowing, Mikayla looked at me and said around a mouthful of Wheat Thins, "Crackers make me happy, momma! I not sad anymore!" I thought back to my first outings with Mikayla long ago, the times I spent frazzled and weary from public restroom diaper changes and pleading with my infant to stop crying, and I realized how truly seasoned I have become. I am a professional sippy-cup-carrying, cracker-wielding mother of two. I have learned to pack snacks over diapers any day of the week because of EFFICIENCY in bag space and implementation effort. A child will happily forget about a soggy bottom for awhile when he or she has fistfuls of food to devour. And really, regardless of the problem, crackers make it all better, at least temporarily. Motherhood is 70% strategy and 30% praying for grace. And strategy is 98% crackers.


So we made it home, and the children are napping. Except for Isaac, who just woke up because he can tell when Momma has set a goal to accomplish and he apparently has lots of help to contribute. My goal is to put together Easter baskets and then hide them in our new bathroom closet until Sunday so that the toddler memory wipe can commence.


That reminds me, we girls tried on our Easter dresses today between lunch and naptime. Mikayla bestowed her approval upon my dress and legging combo, and she looked just angelic in her fancy light-pink dress and flower headband. It seemed like a good time to show her how a lady stands and curtsies, but the girl all but fell over trying to execute the curtsy. Have you seen Rogers & Hammersteins' Cinderella? Think nasty stepsister #2. 


Those Easter baskets aren't filling themselves. Thanks for reading along, and remember, if you go to Walmart, don't forget a snack!


The Washing Machine is More Thankful Than I Am

About two weeks ago, Mikayla decided to boycott the whole potty thing. She had been doing well for several weeks, with perhaps a couple dribbles or full-fledged accidents a day, but overall grasping the concept and motivated to put her pee pee where it belongs. It was a dark and stormy Friday when she felt she had had enough of the potty concept and would simply let loose wherever she stood. Momma's lap included. Friday and Saturday actually blur together a bit because Joel worked that weekend, but I do remember lots of laundry and lots of wine (for me after bedtime, not for her...though that probably would have explained the problem a bit, eh?). I reasoned. I begged. I pleaded. I almost cried. Nothing seemed to change the determination with which she looked me straight in the eye, said "pee pee in the potty!" and urinated straight down her leg and into her socks/shoes/momma's slippers.

For close to a week, I was washing almost all her 16 pairs of undies every other day. Other parents assured me this was a normal phase, and I read that it was a result of Mikayla mastering the skill and getting bored with it. I guess. Child psychology feels like voodoo sometimes, even to the thoroughly initiated. All I knew was that it had. to. stop. And that retreat was not an option. To return to diapers would be an admission of failure and confusing to Mikayla. It would ensure eternal revocation of my crunchy, homemade-baby-food-making, cloth-diapering, overachieving momma membership card.

So we hung in there, through dinners that involved four changes of undies and ended in Mikayla pantless and sitting on a towel. Don't even ask me about the poop.

And just as suddenly as it began, the rebellious phase ended. Mikayla woke up exactly one week later and decided that she had punished her poor momma enough. In fact, from that morning on, she commanded me to wait in the hallway while she pottied by herself. Ours is a purely utilitarian relationship at times. I gain admission into the royal presence when she realizes that wiping her own bottom would be beneath her. (Literally. See what I did there?) She also needs me to reach the yogurt raisins and stickers, which are her potty reward. Of course, she's not strong enough yet to completely disdain me, so we have lots of giggles and squeals along the way because we are both so proud of her for going on the potty!

And people, she has even started pooping on the potty. Several times. By herself. Once she waddled into my room with her pants around her ankles to tell me she had pottied by herself, and we much later discovered the #2 evidence in the bathroom. That girl.

I am already strategizing with regard to makeup and leg-shaving.

For all the sarcasm and desperation that go through my mind at times, I hope you all know me well enough to trust that I am so delighted by Mikayla's growth and determination. She is so elated when she does something by herself, and it fills my heart up with so much gratitude and love. We have done the happy potty dance together many, many times. The Lord has outdone Himself in His goodness to us in our sweet children <3 .="" p="">