To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.
~William Henry Channing

Friday, June 10, 2011

Flash Back Friday

I started this blog almost four years ago. I've blogged just about anything and everything there is to blog about. Several years ago my sweet mother-in-law copied every post, complete with pictures, from that first year and hand bound it into a book. Then she did a follow up sequel. Those two little books are falling apart because the kids love to periodically  pull them out and read them. (Say what you will about the awesomeness of the Kindle and the Nook but there still isn't anything quite like holding a treasured hardbound copy of something.)
The last couple of days they've toted the two special editions around with us everywhere. They've read over them in the car...sat on my bedroom floor and giggled over their stories...or gotten all comfy cozy on the couch and enjoyed the memories.
I think I may occasionally visit the archives and share a random old post on Fridays. Today  I'm going to share a post from April of 2008 that was found worthy of retelling yesterday and caused much laughter. Who knows, if you haven't been with me from the beginning this may be your first read.

We are the House of Crud...our family crest is a porcelain toilet. Peek through the windows and you'll see Uber Dad prepared for battle with Clorox Clean Up in one hand and a mop in the other...his battle cry "She pooped where?!"
Mom soothes fevered brows and doles out teaspoon size goblets of ginger ale with a careful eye on the clock to make sure the required thirty and fifteen minutes of non-upchuckage is maintained with all diligence. The starter child...he who began the current roams freely having already cut a wide swath of destruction. Two more trail along after oblivious to danger...jealous that others are receiving meds that surely must taste good because it's her favorite color...the other too young to understand anything but old enough to mimic the sounds coming from the bathroom...a fourth child ventures closer to the line of health...the fifth probably wishing a little less intimate knowledge of the family crest.
Oh, well...pardon the pun...but this too shall pass.
Thinking back on this and all I can say is...boy am I glad that's over!


Anonymous said...

LOL Ah the joys...

And what a great idea. Flashback Fridays. I like that alot!