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    Blessed to be a mother to half a dozen girls. Wife of an undertaker.
    Photographer. Homeschooler. Daughter of the King. 
    Lover of life, coffee and all things pink and vintage. ♥

Rainbow-Sprinkle {kinda day}

“Rainbow sprinkles.
They are what make the world go ’round. Literally …
A world without rainbow sprinkles is a world without happiness.”

L.M. Augustine

Unlike most women, I hate shopping.
I can’t stand the malls. In fact, I honestly couldn’t even tell you when the last time I ever graced the doors of a mall …  it’s been years.

I’m a true homebody. A whole week can go by without feeling the urge to leave the comfort of my home.
But when my husband is home and there’s a few minutes to spare of quiet time, I often jump in to the big black suburban and head to one of four places …

1. the Mennonite store for supplies
2. the thrift store for books and little treasures
3. the dollar store for much needed school, craft and life supplies
4. the Bulk Barn

This week, a few girls and I made the Bulk Barn our destination of choice … to purchase a fun, colorful variety of rainbow sprinkles for our donut making spree.

You see, nearly every morning, I hear:

“Can we make donuts, mommy?”

Can I just pause right here and say, truthfully, I don’t always want to bake with children. It’s hard, it’s messy, it’s tedious and it certainly does require patience.
But sometimes, okay – 99% of the time …. I hear a little voice saying “Take the time, take the time, take the time …” even when I don’t want to be making another huge mess in the kitchen – after I just cleaned it from the early morning breakfast spree – even when I know I could make the same dessert in a fraction of the time, clean up and sit down and have a cuppa tea all before my three year old measured out the flour …

But hey, this is what being a momma is all about.

And while we certainly do not bake them every day, we have been having fun in the kitchen, trying out different {baked} donut recipes.

My almost-four year old loves to bake with me.
It is messy and takes twice as long as it should – but it’s works out as our unofficial time together – usually …

… until an older sister wants to come help … but that’s okay …

… who can blame them … when it involves the possibilities of fresh-from-the-oven donuts and multitudes of sprinkles of their choice?

ohhhhh …. soooooo good … and definitely something you eat straight from the oven! The fresher, the better!

They certainly make the day more cheery and bright …

I think it’s worth the big massive, sweep and clean up in the kitchen afterwards … because, you know, baking with a three year old is, well, messy.:)
Especially when sprinkles are involved.


We tried this recipe and definitely approved.:)

Of course, we had to DOUBLE it … in fact, we eventually trippled it!

{Rainbow Sprinkle Donuts}

2 cups of flour
2 tsp. of baking powder
1/2 teaspoon of nutmeg
2/3 cup of sugar
1/2 cup of milk
1/2 cup of yogurt
2 eggs
4 tablespoons of melted butter
3 tsp. of vanilla
rainbow sprinkles for the batter

The glaze was just icing sugar & milk – melted together in a frying pan on the stove.

1/4 cup of milk
2 cups of icing sugar
a dash of vanilla

some sprinkles of choice for decorating

Mix all the dry ingredients and then the wet. Fold in together gently. Add the sprinkles to the batter, stirring gently.
Use an icing bag, if possible, to pipe the donut batter into the donut mold.
Bake for 9-10 minutes at 350.

Let the donuts cool, then dip in the glaze followed by a generous dunking in the sprinkles.

Now, I challenge you -
Go, bake with your toddler.
Cook with your teenager.
Enjoy being a mom – even if it’s messy.

The Day She Caught a Weasel {and lived to tell about it}

It was a balmy, warm August morning … my sweet niece and nephew were visiting from Alberta for their annual summer vacation … laughter could be heard as the children were all playing happily, riding the golf cart, climbing trees … and just being free to enjoy the lazy hazy day … the sun was gently blowing through the tall maple tree, the feisty toddler tormenting the ducks … a perfect summer day …



It all changed.


“Umm … I hate to tell you, auntie, but you got a dead chicken over there,” my 14 year old nephew reported.


Oh dear.

Well, I knew this day would come – having animals mean eventually we will have to face animal deaths …. so I sauntered over … acting all farm-like, and surveyed the poor, dead chicken. I was a bit worried perhaps it was a sickness that took the bird’s life, which would mean vet bills (?) or medicine … gosh, I don’t even know yet … but as I bent down and slipped my sunglasses onto the top of head, I squinted to see closer.  No, indeed, this chicken was not killed by a sickness.

This chicken was killed by … something.
Something that beheaded it.

Oh yes, ladies and gents — a headless chicken at my feet. No, I did not take a picture of it.

“Is that chicken missing her head?!?!” I asked, coaxing my teenage nephew to inspect the dead bird. Yup. Dead bird. No head. No major sign of struggle. We both cringed and looked at each other.

We weren’t really sure what killed the poor, sweet chicken, but we knew we had to remove the deceased hen. So {ick}, remove and dispose of it – we did.
Hands washed, shovel washed, life returned to normal.

Or so I thought.

A few hours later … shrieking …. screaming … six panicking little girls frantically ran to the house, hollering for me …..  calming them in vain, I tried to understand what the girls were saying …. What?! Something was attacking the chickens?!?!

“A weasel!?!?!?! Mommmyeeeeeeeeeee – a weasel is eating a chicken!


What?! Lyla? Tail? Chicken being attacked?!!?! RUNNNNN, girls, runnnn! (In hindsight, I probably should not have told them to run to the chickens …. in case, you know, this *thing* attacked the girls but I was in a panic. It was our first chicken attack. and I had six girls screaming at the top of their lungs. I didn’t think straight.}

We all ran frantically to the coop – six , now seven (myself included) girls still screaming and yelling, arms flailing and tears flowing …. grappling for something, anything to scare the evil, black weasel away… the little vicious, disgusting creature scrambled quickly from the chickens and ran in into the long weeds along the coop … gone … out of sight ….

Sweating and panting, we all stood there, wondering what to do next.

“Okay, pauuuusee – Lyla, you grabbed the weasel?!?!?! What?!”

I shook my head – seriously – she could have been badly hurt by the blood-thirsty weasel ….
Turns out, Lyla, our brave 8 year old, thought it was her cat attacking the chickens so she ran to the victimized hen and instinctly grabbed the attacker by the tail – only to realize it was definitely not her little precious kitten! Yikes.


I quickly thanked the Good Father Above for protecting our daughter, then patted her head her for her bravery. Well done. She had saved the chicken.

The rest of the day was spent, watching, waiting, wondering if the wicked weasel would strike again.
It was torture. Every time I chicken clucked or a duck quacked, we’d all go running in a panic to protect the flock.
By dinner time, my mother in law stopped by – we quickly told her what was happening. She suggested perhaps it was not weasels, but rats attacking.

No, it was definitely a weasel, we reassured her.


This is what it looked like:



They are known for killing every chicken in the coop – just to drink their blood. They are serious predators to chickens. They can fit through tiny holes and surprise the flock quickly and quietly. They come back again and again to kill every.single.chicken.
Not good.
Suddenly, again, while we were sitting to eat dinner, the hens flew up in a panic and began squawking and running ….

“There it is again!” I yelled! Running, now eight girls with gramma to help, we scrambled to the horrified hens to find not only one but two weasels, boldly attacking our chickens and ducks! Sadly, we did not make it there in time and the awful, awful weasel killed our baby duck, Cinnamon {very sad}…

No time to mourn the loss, we grabbed at whatever we could find and started swinging at the weasels, trying to scare the biggest one from the coop … it scrambled up and down the coop walls, quickly averting our attempts to hit it with a fence post … (yes, that’s all I had and all I could think of t hit it with) ……. the two weasels ran around and around the coop, darting in and out of the long grass, not running away from us at all, but rather just skirting around, still attacking the chickens …

That’s it! I ran to the house and sent a S.O.S. text to my father in law to bring his gun and shoot the varmints!!!!! Two dead birds in a matter of hours … and everyone knows a weasel will continue killing until all the chickens are dead – not for food but just for sport.

Thankfully, my father in law showed up quickly. He shooed us all safely away, pulled up a chair, placed his shotgun on his lap and waited.

Within half an hour …



Dead weasel #1.


Minutes later ….
More shots!
Dead weasel #2.



We all sighed, then cheered and applauded!!

I’ve never been more proud to call this man my father in law! He saved the day – and the rest of the chickens!  [I was tempted to take a picture of the dead weasel but I will spare you the gory details.]

But we knew two things still had to happen.


#1 – A new {more} secure chicken run needed to be built. And soon.

Enter Awesome Pioneer Friend, who volunteered to help me build a new run – complete with all her {pink} tools, fantastic knowledge and four beautiful little boys to help us out. In a matter of a day, with 12 children, one big pot of chili and the help of a fabulous gramma, we managed to construct the new chicken run.


And #2 – momma’s gotta get a gun.
You know … just in case … we do have a lot of little, tasty animals here – it’s basically a coyote-buffet this winter …

Now, don’t freak out. I’ll be getting my P.A.L and training next month. And I will be smart about it … I’m a mom … I certainly don’t want anything to foolish or dangerous to happen around the home  with all these precious little ones…. but, this will be interesting, to say the least.

A different kind of shooting for me, that’s for sure.

Maybe a new blog series … ?

Stay tuned.

And in the meantime, I really pray nothing attacks our lovely ladies.

{the thankful hen that Lyla saved …}






August 20, 2014 - 9:45 pm

admin - Hey Mamma H! Thanks for the comment! Sounds like we could get along all right! ;)
I could post our ‘loosely followed’ schedule but I bet it’s very similar to yours! Schools starting up soon here so things will be a bit more routine, which I do graciously welcome…

August 18, 2014 - 5:22 pm

Mama H - I always love reading your posts!Do you have a daily schedule you and your girls follow that you would be willing to share?We homeschool as well and have 6 kiddos with a little one due soon!…I wish we could hang out!!!…We are alot alike!Well,from what i can tell from your posts anyway!!Have a good day!And good luck trying to keep those yucky creatures away from your chickens!

Old Fashioned Enjoyment

“I declare after all, there is no enjoyment like reading!
How much sooner one tires of any thing than a book!”
– Jane Austen

One of {truly} lovely aspects to homeschooling is introducing books – well written books -
to everyone in the family .. myself included. We loosely follow the Sonlight reading suggestions,
along with help from other homeschooling friends who are years ahead of us. We also tie into Charlotte Mason’s reading list.
I love, love love introducing the girls to the worlds within the pages of the enchanting books we have lined up on our bookshelves.
It is a dream of mine to have a true library within our own home, full of the classics, adventures and biographies, lovely tales written with proper English and fabulous writing …

In a world where screens and ipad this and ipod that, it makes my momma heart happy when I see the girls , sitting at will and enjoying their reading …



P.S. Here is a  short list of our favorites that come to mind:

Little House in the Prairie
Anne of Green Gables
Circle C Adventures (for the young girls)
Misty of Chincoteauge
Stuart Little
the Beatrix Potter Tales
Wind in the Willows
Little Women
Caddie Woodlawn
May Amelia
Sarah Plain & Tall
Elsie Dinsmore
{although we have the books, we have listened more on audio for this series)
Betsy Tacy
Gone Away Lake

Sleep[less] Nights

Sleepless nights are common in this house.

But so are the morning cuddles, diaper changes, kiss the baby rolls, smile-at-mommy-start the day off right kinda moments …










August 9, 2014 - 10:48 pm

Linda Aziz - look at all that dark hair. Gillian she is growing so quickly.

August 6, 2014 - 5:42 pm

Deb V - She is lovely…like all the others.

August 4, 2014 - 2:27 pm

Erin Lynn - Simply lovely! Such precious sweet cheeks, I could just eat her up with kisses:)

Love, Do, Think.

“Be sure that your children each day have:

- something or someone to love

- something to do

 -something to think about.”

-Charlotte Mason

“Whether it be a cat, dog, rabbit or hamster, everybody needs something to love. There are opportunities for love in every home.

There are also many ways to provide services (labors of love) to others if you look for them.
By something to do, I mean, of course, something worthwhile to do.

A child staring passively at a television [or any screen] is not really doing anything worthwhile.
When our children complain, “There is nothing to do!”, they really mean, “Please amuse me.” Amusing oneself with idle pastimes all day is not really doing anything.

A little amusement is fine, but boredom will be transformed into real interest
when your children are given meaningful tasks of recreation and service.

When children are guided to seek after something to think about during their home life,
something to do,
something to love,
they will continue this habit throughout their lives. ”
- Karen Andreola
The Charlotte Mason Companion