11.14.2009

a few thoughts to accompany the photos

i wish i were a fabulous photographer and could beautifully capture this pot of simmering spices, alas, i'm lucky if you can tell that it's cinnamon sticks and cloves - today this what made me feel okay about being confined to the house by darkness starting at 5pm. it seems like a few days ago we were heading to the park at 7pm for one last expulsion of energy and it is sad to me that those days are gone BUT i felt okay about it today because i had this on our stovetop. starting about this time of year my mom simmers this same concoction on her stove - it fills the house with this incredibly homey, authentic smell of fall spices - it reminds me of coming in from the cold, good times with my family, my favorite time of year and just being happy at home. so tonight as i wondered if i could entertain bel indoors for a few extra hours i took a deep breath of this yummy spice scented air and i was happy to be home.

cinnamon chex gets 6 thumbs up from the miller home. i wish i had 20 boxes of this in the cupboard. i bought 1 lonely box on the last day of a sale and now i wish we'd never met - they are the most delicious simple carbohydrate i've encountered in a long while and the worst of it is... ryan and bel like it too (too much competition for me) now it will be gone in less than 36 hours - woah is me, what is a cereal loving girl to do?

and just because i rarely make it through a blog post without including my sweet gal - here's a new photo and an unrelated story... (mostly for the grandparents benefit)
ryan usually gets the honor of reading bel's bedtime stories to her and since there is only room for one adult on that chair i sit somewhere on the floor - tonight i leaned over the side arm of the chair listening and watching as ryan quizzed bel on all the animals, shapes and objects on each page and i had one of those proud parent moments (like when she went down the slide for the first time by herself) it is such a thrill to see my daughter learn! i am usually reading the books with her and don't see her facial expressions but tonight i got to watch her eyes search the page for the right animal or the next flap to flip, to see her get excited when she found the puppy or when ryan turned to her favorite page in the little engine that could. i just keep thinking how cool it is to see her change and learn and enter each new stage and i was wondering if it will be such a thrill for me with our other kids - i hope so because it sure is fun this first time

7 comments:

Karen said...

Oh Christiney..... three cheers for the daily updates. I love knowing that I can come in here and see some new photos, and read some of your wonderful thoughts - and yes I can guarantee that it will be just as wonderful with ALL of your children - just make it so

Grandma Cindy said...

THANKS so much for the wonderful pictures....I love going to your blog and seeing what's new. XOXOX
It is amazing how much love you have for each of your Children, love!!!! Each one is so special in it's own way

abby o said...

I have had my cinnamon sticks boiling for a few weeks now (not the same ones...) and despite the fact that my rice has a slightly spicy flavor it is so much better than candles and waxes and all the other antidotes to musty-old-house-smell that I've tried. Andy was threatening a Christmas at home this year (uh, that's OUR home) and I was trying really hard to figure out how I could be excited about that and the thing I kept coming back to is: at least I can boil cinnamon like my mom!!

tHaRp said...

You're such a good mom Christine. Goll, I really like you.

tHaRp said...

p.s. I make the same brew on my stove too....we are MFEO!

love talane

Jen said...

I love it all... you just make me smile. Keep the daily blogging coming, please!

P.S. It's still possible I may see you again before you move.

Mel and David said...

I LOVE THESE UPDATES!!! THanks for posting such fun pictures and stories! Cant wait to see you guys soon! You'll have to boil that at thanksgiving! I love yummy smells.