tradition

• breakfast work
  Three years ago, while Jeremy was still in Georgia getting our house together to sell and I was living here alone with four children, I started reading the Bible to the kids over breakfast.
• the lure of slow living: on paying attention
  I am drowning, I wrote to myself in my journal. No, that’s not right. I’m being bricked in. It was a few weeks after Beatrice was born. I was already back in the swing of things–I had been since her second
• father’s day, 2019

homemaking

• gallimaufry, 2.13.22
  It’s Sunday afternoon, the first day of our “work week” since Jeremy’s work schedule changed several weeks ago. We’ve had church, done school, ate breakfast, lunch, and snacks, and Elvie has joined and surpassed me in a bit
• pancake breakfast for a large family
  I took this picture one morning when I made pancakes. I quadrupled the recipe–typically I triple it, but we’re too big for that now–now I’m making batches four times as large as the original recipe I memorized about
• kransling the eighth (month five.one)
  week 17 obstinate baby This week I had a doctor’s appointment. It was a very fast visit. The longest part of the appointment was trying to find baby’s heartbeat. It took long enough that I was starting to
• baking eclairs, nov. 14
  Ephraim is always asking to make things in the kitchen. I had been sitting on this eclair recipe for a few days hoping that I would have enough energy one afternoon to try them. He saw the page
• gallimaufry, oct. 2021
  It’s Thursday afternoon, close enough to lunch that everyone’s done eating but not so far from it that we’re done cleaning up. I am sitting next to the bathtub on a tiny chair; Aurick is in the tub–alone,

homeschooling

• king saul & captain hook
  Hook was profoundly dejected. […] Good form! However much he may have degenerated, he still knew that this is all that really matters. From far within him he heard a creaking as of rusty portals, and through them came
• Some scary Schubert music videos
  A couple of the Kranslings have a taste for “scary music”. I can relate, since as a child I used to listen to Mussorgsky’s “Night on Bald Mountain” until I was so scared I couldn’t go in the basement.
• reading (or, re-reading) plan for 2020
  I’ve been thinking about books. There are a few (very few) I want to re-read–slowly–and then write about while re-reading. Or after I’ve re-read them. Or something like that.

motherhood

• kransling the eighth (month NINE.three)
  I turned 39 weeks on Sunday, April 24. I have never, ever been 39 weeks pregnant. I am not sure what the deal is. Sometimes I worry that I’m doing something wrong. 39 weeks So the time
• kransling the eighth (month NINE.two)
  38 weeks Well, this is typically the week! 38 w 2 d is the furthest I’ve ever gone in any pregnancy. The breakdown is: Ephraim—- 37 w 1 d (emergency induction)Eldore—— 37 w 6 d Clive——- 38
• kransling the eighth (month NINE.one)
  37 weeks It’s not been that long ago, but I hope I can even remember what happened this week. It all seems something of a blur. Now officially “early term”, we braced ourselves for Flannery’s imminent arrival.