The Last Four Years

A lot can happen in four years, and since that’s how long this blog was sleeping, I feel I should at least give you the highlights.

We added another kiddo the clan. Little Man was born in our living room to the cheers and celebration of his six sisters and one brother. We were so surprised to get another boy. I didn’t know I could make those anymore! He is now a precocious and very busy toddler and the delight of our home.


Nine months after Little Man joined our family, The Bookworm spread her wings and flew the coop. She joined FriendShips and is now in Israel touring, serving, and blossoming into an amazing and beautiful young woman. I am so proud of her, though I miss her dearly every single day. This is the last picture I have of all of us together from Easter of last year.


I now have two teens in the house – The Boy and The Dancing Queen are almost all grown up, with jobs and social schedules and really fun school (we homeschool through high school and I really love all the cool things they study). The Princess is an almost-teen, and The Munchkin and The Fraggle are getting so big so fast.

The Blessing is a thriving six year old. She has lived up to her blog nickname, and is nothing less than a blessing. Down syndrome doesn’t slow this girl down one bit. And although her speech is still a little hard to understand, she has no problem with communicating her desires. She is clever and sweet and funny.


And, most recently, we are currently embroiled in a huge home remodel that has left me pretty darn discombobulated. We have everything that normally would be in the living room, kitchen, or master bathroom out on the back deck. I am cooking for this huge family in a tiny little corner of what remains of our kitchen while The Man is replacing flooring, rewiring switches and plug-ins, rerouting plumbing, installing new cabinets, and pretty much being awesome everyday! It’s been quite the ordeal, but my dream house is starting to emerge, so I can deal with it. The worst part has been that the yarn stash has been relegated to huge black trash bags in my bedroom. I can’t find anything. Good thing I have my sweater to work on in the meantime.

I have been knitting pretty regularly through it all, but spinning has taken a big hit.  I just don’t have time for it during the day, what with homeschooling and babies and everything, and at night I’m just too pooped. But the knitting just keeps going and I’ve got socks and sweaters and baby things and hats and stuffed toys strewn all around my house to prove it!

So, that pretty much sums it up. Life is busy and sweet and full and challenging and good.

What is the biggest highlight from your last four years?

Wakey, Wakey, Little Blog

There was once a little blogger who faithfully wrote to her readers every few days for years upon years, about life, knitting, family, and whatever else she happened to be thinking about. She made many friends, showcased her accomplishments, and aired her (mostly knitting related) frustrations through her blogging. Until one day she found herself spending more time on a knitting website than on her blog. On this website she had an outlet for all the things that her blog had done for her and more! She could share her knitting, chat with her online friends, keep track of her stash, and find new and exciting patterns to try. Alas, her blog began to languish and after a few fatal gasps, seemingly died and faded out of all thought and memory. Occasionally, this Little Blogger would think a fleeting thought about her lost blog, but usually that thought was one of deletion, erasure. Who needed a blog when one had this wonderful website that met all her online knitting needs?

And then all of that changed.

One fateful day, our negligent blogger found that she was no longer welcome on that once fabulous knitting website. She, and many others like her, now had to find a different way to share their knitting with the world. It felt like being thrown into the dark ages. They were bereft, adrift, lost.

But not for long. Soon this resilient blogger began to come out of the fog and remember life before. Where were her people? Where could she go to find her community once again. And then she remembered.

Dusting off her keyboard and struggling to remember her password, this once prolific writer began to write again. Her blog was reborn. Sure, much time had passed. Many knits had been made and forgotten since the last post she had written. Heck, she even had another baby since then! But no matter. The curser blinked a welcome back and she started writing again.

Welcome back to blogging. Welcome back to community. Welcome back to knitting.