Here are some of our favorite books for kids. Most of these were favorites of mine when I was little and my books were passed down to our children!
Your children will probably like them too! Head over to your local library or to Amazon and check them out!
Stone Soup (Aladdin Picture Books)
My Side of the Mountain (Puffin Modern Classics)
How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight?
Sharing beloved childhood books with my own children…that Works For Me!
So much has been happening with my business, so I thought I’d fill you all in on the details!
I have new ads on the following websites:
My husband is amazing with computers. He just designed my new store and it looks beautiful! He also did some research and now L. Herbert Designs is advertising through Google and Yahoo!
New Art Work Is Coming….
I’m working on new paintings the next Nesting Place reveal. They will be debuting around May 22nd!
I’ll also be introducing some new prints for sale at Thrifty Decor Chick this Thursday or Friday.
I just wanted to thank all of you all who have bought paintings or have been cheering me on in this business. THANK YOU!
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.
Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.
Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.
Hebrews 12:1-4
I can’t tell you how excited I was to find a recipe for soaked banana bread!
My children really like to eat bananas for snack time, but sometimes we have a few left over.
Banana bread is great for using up really ripe bananas, so it’s very frugal.
The only problem is that banana bread usually has a lot of sugar and white flour.
It was a happy day when I found this recipe that has no refined sugar, whole grain flour and is also soaked to neutralize the phytic acid in the flour. Whoo Hoo!
Here is the link for the recipe so you can make your very own tasty banana bread!
For more healthy living info, go to Food Renegade for Fight Back Fridays.
Click on the banner to visit the new store.
I’d like to invite you all to join in the fun at Nesting Place. Today she is hosting a Mr. Linky party, showing how people have hung my egg and feather prints.
But wait…there’s more!
I think most of us long for simple days. I know that families in the era of the Little House books had a hard life. But, they also seemed to have something we don’t…time. I find it odd that in spite of all our “time saving” gadgets we feel more rushed than ever.
I enjoy reading about simplicity and trying to find ways to quiet my heart and home. Here are some wonderful links for you to read…join me as we seek simplicity.
Chatting At The Sky: Be More. Do Less.
Down To Earth: Simple Living, Getting Started
Keeper Of The Home: Simple Living Saturdays, I Can’t Do It All
I also found a great video I’d like to show you all, enjoy!
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29:11
I’m the Featured Inspiration At Joys Of Home! Joy was so sweet to ask me to be her first artist, in her new Featured Inspiration posts. She has a wonderful blog, you’ll want to go see all her creative projects! Thanks Joy for the interview!
Nester also is hosting a party on Wednesday, April 22nd.
Announcing a…
“Mr. Linky Party! Remember the Feathers and Egg Prints that we all got from L. Herbert Designs? I’ve gotten so many requests from people who want to share where they hung theirs that I thought it would be fun to do a Feather and Egg link up party thing. I’d love for you to be a part and it’s not too late to order if you still want a set of prints.”
You can see the details here.
Our family follows the Nourishing Traditions/ Weston Price way of eating. In a nutshell, that means that we eat real food, the way our Great Grandparents did.
(We have eaten junk for so long that it’s taking a while for me to get back to a healthy weight. We used to eat white sugar filled deserts every night! It would be wonderful to wake up and be fit, but that’s not going to happen. So, I’ll just keep eating well and exercising.)
Funny thing… most grocery stores don’t have a lot of real food! So, how do we find healthy, affordable things to eat? The answer is local food.
You can go to Local Harvest to find farmer’s markets, local farmers and farm stands near you. I have found some wonderful family farms in my town with this great tool.
When you are buying locally it’s better for you and your budget! You are eating food that’s very fresh and keeping your food dollars in your local community…in the hands of the hardworking farmer, where they belong!
I totally agree with Jenny, from The Nourished Kitchen, when she said, “Saving money should come from proper kitchen management, not from skimping on the quality of food you purchase.” She has a great article about budget friendly, healthy food you can read here.
Healthy, local food…Works For Me!
You’ll find lots of great info about eating real food at Real Food Wednesday!
Here are some great links for further reading:
If you would like to have your own farm fresh eggs head on over to Life On A Southern Farm, she’s having a nesting box giveaway!
I hope you all had a wonderful time with your family yesterday! We had a beautiful time of worship at our church and then went to my husband’s parents home for lunch. What a joyful day of celebrating our Lord’s victory over death and the grave.
We went shopping for our daughter’s shoes on Saturday night…at the mall. I must admit, that is not my favorite place to be….especially if you have to go to the bathroom! I read this story recently and thought it explained the difficulties that most women experience when faced with a public restroom. Get ready to laugh!
This isn’t my story…I don’t even know who wrote this, if I did I’d give them credit. But it was so funny I had to share it with you all!
My mother was a fanatic about public restrooms. When I was a little girl, she’d take me into the stall, show me how to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat.
Then she’d carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Finally, she’d instruct, “Never, NEVER sit on a public toilet seat.
Then she’d demonstrate “The Stance,” which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh makes contact with the toilet seat.That was a long time ago. Now, in my mature years, “The Stance” is excruciatingly difficult to maintain.
When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it’s your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.
You get in to find the door won’t latch. It doesn’t matter. The dispenser for the modern “seat covers” (invented by someone’s Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there were one, but there isn’t – so you carefully but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume “The Stance.”
In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You’d love to sit down, but you certainly hadn’t taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold “The Stance.”To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.
In your mind, you can hear your mother’s voice saying, “Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!” Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday–the one that’s still in your purse. That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible.
It is still smaller than your thumbnail. Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn’t work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet.
“Occupied!” you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it’s too late.
Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU didn’t put down toilet paper–not that there was any. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you’re certain; her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, “You just don’t KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.”
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose that somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At that point, you give up.
You’re soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You’re exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can’t figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women, still waiting.
You are no longer able to smile politely them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it the woman’s hand and tell her warmly, “Here, you just might need this.”
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men’s restroom. Annoyed, he asks, “What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?”
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restroom (rest??? you’ve got to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long.
It also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It’s so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!
