<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964</id><updated>2012-01-30T19:17:41.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merriconeag - Place of easy passage</title><subtitle type='html'>A glimpse into the lives of a Waldorf-inspired homeschooling Mama, one bouncy 5 year old Bean,a little Love Bug and a baby Sweet Pea!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-3728801655573790483</id><published>2008-06-27T16:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:43:31.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curriculum Hunt Begins!</title><content type='html'>I love this part - I am a curriculum and resource JUNKIE! I'll keep you posted as things progress.  My Rainbow Resource catalog is covered with drool *blush* and I can't blame any of the little people for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things Bean would like to learn about this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dogs - d-o-g-s" she says&lt;br /&gt;"Caterpillars - c-a-t-e-r-p-e-l-r-s"&lt;br /&gt;"I got one more, right? Dolphins. D-o-l-f-e-n-ss.  Put a double "s."  Can we put a double "s" because I want to learn about lots of dolphins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it.  In that same spirit.  I would like some Little Debbiessssss.  ;) ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-3728801655573790483?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/3728801655573790483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=3728801655573790483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3728801655573790483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3728801655573790483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/06/curriculum-hunt-begins.html' title='The Curriculum Hunt Begins!'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-8091093368916270648</id><published>2008-06-23T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:12:41.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home-schoolers threaten our cultural comfort</title><content type='html'>This article was posted on one of my Classical Education Lists today.  I thought it was interesting and entertaining, though (and perhaps) dangerously stereotypical.  However, still a nice read - especially the statistics concerning how much money &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschoolers&lt;/span&gt; save the state!!   I should let my kids read it, though - so they can see that they are supposed to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;, well behaved children in public.  I guess they missed that memo.  I'll have to clue them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.djournal.com/pages/story.asp?ID=274594&amp;amp;pub=1&amp;amp;div=Opinion"&gt;http://www.djournal.com/pages/story.asp?ID=274594&amp;amp;pub=1&amp;amp;div=Opinion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-8091093368916270648?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/8091093368916270648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=8091093368916270648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8091093368916270648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8091093368916270648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/06/home-schoolers-threaten-our-cultural.html' title='Home-schoolers threaten our cultural comfort'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-7049723502272822138</id><published>2008-06-21T22:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:06:28.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, so . . . Bean can read</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about how I should begin this post for a little while now. I decided to just throw this information out there all nonchalant-like, sounding like Meredith Grey, even to myself (obscure pop culture reference for anyone who knows me well) and not even address the fact that I have been totally MIA for over a month now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was saying - my little Bean is a reader!! This is such a big huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' deal - and not because we've been "working on it." Truth be told, she probably would have been reading months ago if we had been "working on it" but I was just letting her write away, spelling things in that beautiful phonetic childhood way, filling up pages that I LOVE LOVE LOVE - or as she would say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LuV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LuV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LuV&lt;/span&gt;" because, not only is she all about phonetics, but she is also quite fond of the lower case, or baby "u". . . and "e."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY - I got her a new table and a set of chairs from Target, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she really had outgrown her other one. By the time I had the table and one chair put together, it was 7 o'clock at night and it was time to get Mighty Mouse and the Sweet Pea ready for bed and Bean is &lt;em&gt;begging &lt;/em&gt;to "do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt;." I apologize a hundred times over and tell her it will have to wait til tomorrow. She begs to please just do a couple of pages in her workbook. (I bought a couple of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kindy&lt;/span&gt; and 1st grade workbooks at Target months and months and months ago just for this type of occasion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she begins her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;workbook&lt;/span&gt; thing as I'm beginning the ready for bed thing - soon she comes running into the room "MAMA!!!! I CAN READ!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd grabbed the first grade workbook and there was a colour by word picture of the Easter Bunny, with eggs all around him. She points to one of the eggs and reads the word inside it, "green." Then then next: "pink." Of course, bedtime routine is put on pause and she read all the rest of the colours to me - all in lower case letters - black, orange, blue, red, yellow, grown, purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid can read. Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said its a big huge deal because it seemed like such an insurmountable task when we first committed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; (before she was even born) and even more daunting as we began "kindergarten" last fall. Yet, voila - here we are. What an accomplishment for us both, to be honest. I'm certain that every homeschooling parent has those doubts that linger in on darker days - are you giving your child everything she needs and deserves in the realm of education. Are you really cut out for this? Are you really able to do it. I think the first step on that journey of "Holy cow - seriously?" that you find yourself standing shakily on, as you begin to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; the younger child any way, is the idea of teaching them to read. I mean, let's face it - we can chalk everything else up to homeschooling ideology or curriculum pace but there is nothing enigmatic about reading - either they can or they can't. Period. Even though we were relaxed about it and I was fine if she didn't learn for another 6 months or so, it's still a nice hurdle to have sailed over, feeling the word "flying colours" take to the skies of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Bean is a reader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-7049723502272822138?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/7049723502272822138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=7049723502272822138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/7049723502272822138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/7049723502272822138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeah-so-bean-can-read.html' title='Yeah, so . . . Bean can read'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-6313912571491637021</id><published>2008-05-15T15:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:03:39.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poet Laureate of 95 South</title><content type='html'>Well. What a drive. All I can say was that it was so memorial, so eventful, so inspirational that I wrote a poem about it - stopped just over 60 miles from our destination, I was moved to create verse, at a BP station:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ode to Exit 58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-three hours into a twelve hour journey.&lt;br /&gt;One sleepless night in a bad hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddler screaming&lt;br /&gt;Duckie squeaking&lt;br /&gt;Movie blaring&lt;br /&gt;Toy blinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lived here, you'd be home by now.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, let's move to you:&lt;br /&gt;Lovely town of Exit 58.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. I think that says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-6313912571491637021?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/6313912571491637021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=6313912571491637021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/6313912571491637021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/6313912571491637021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/05/poet-laureate-of-95-south.html' title='The Poet Laureate of 95 South'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-1710664355147778080</id><published>2008-05-06T22:21:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:19.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Street</title><content type='html'>This was so one of those chance things - from the beginning. I was on my way to pick up dinner, decided to see if I could cut through a neighbourhood to save time and ended up driving by Mr Street's house. It was December 2004. His house was decorated . . . you would not believe it. It was beautiful. He must have had 10,000 lights up, including a red sleigh, ascending to the tree tops, pulled by 8 reindeer made out of white lights. There was even a 6 foot Santa in a shed by the street corner, who worked on a motion sensor and when a car drove by, the music would begin to play and he would start dancing. Now, I must say that I can let tacky slide at Christmas, in the lights and decoration department ONLY, if it seems to be done with heart or with children in mind, but this was not tacky. This was the kind of magical looking yard that would make adults drive by slowly, even without their children in the car. It took you back to the wonder of childhood Christmases. It took decades off your life. At the sight of Mr Street's Christmas decorations, we were all 9 1/2 again. It was magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next night, I took Bean back to see Mr Street's yard and the dancing Santa. She was awestruck. It became a Christmas tradition . . . the countdown from Thanksgiving, waiting for the day when we would drive by and find Mr Street had begun to decorate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, Bean and I created a new tradition and it was truly my favourite part of Christmas this year. Every night after dinner and her teeth were brushed and she was in her pj's, we would drive around and look at Christmas lights. We did this every evening in December. Sometimes Mighty Mouse would come too, but, if Daddy was home, it was just me and the Bean. We picked a different neighbourhood (sub-division) every night however, at least 5 times a week, no matter where in the area we were, would would end up driving past Mr Street's house. His house is on the corner of the main subdivision street and a cul-de-sac. There was ALWAYS a line of three or four cars making a U-turn in the cul-de-sac to come back and stop in front of Santa. We would all patiently wait our turn while the children in the car ahead of us got their dancing Santa fix for the evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days after Christmas I drove past his house and saw an elderly gentleman outside. I pulled around the cul-de-sac and stopped at his driveway. I asked him if he owned the house and he said he did. I told him about Bean and how much she loved his decorations and how much we appreciated him putting them up every year. He told me how, every year he decides not to do it, but teenagers in the neighbourhood beg him to do it, because he had been putting them up for 20 years, since before they were born. Parents, who had enjoyed the decorations as teenagers, or younger, bring their children back to see them every year. He laughed and said "I just can't stop." He told me how he'd often find letters to Santa in the mailbox beside the dancing-Santa's house and how next year her was going to put a note in the community newsletter to tell parents that, if their child puts a letter to Santa in the mailbox, to please include their return address because he would like to answer every letter he received. He went on to tell me about his wife, who has Alzheimer's, who he was caring for at home. It was such an amazing, yet short visit. I drove away thinking how glad I was that I had been driving by when I was and that I was even more glad I stopped and got a chance to thank Mr Street for the Christmas magic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this week, I was driving by his house, on my way to the same restaurant I was visiting when I first discovered his magical decorations and saw the sleigh, again on the front yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197462778265318194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/SCEY3AfRszI/AAAAAAAAALk/6Plf5pTunc8/s400/MrStreetinmemorium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so strange, how I just cried. I thought about his wife, first. I thought about how much joy he brought to so many people, just by putting up Christmas lights. I thought about him wanting to respond to children's letters to Santa and I just couldn't stop crying. You know, we'll probably move to a different city by the end of summer. We're on our way out of town for almost 2 weeks. Just like chance meeting with Mr Street, if I hadn't been driving through his neighbourhood that afternoon, I would have missed seeing this memorial. It probably won't still be up when we return from Florida. I would have left the area and never known he's passed away. I am so glad I saw this. I hurried home to get my camera and drove back to take this picture. Bean drew a picture of dancing Santa for us to take to the sleigh tomorrow, before we leave town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't want to get all preach-y with you, but it struck me that you never know how the little things you do, like Christmas lights, will affect those around you and, also, you should never miss an opportunity to tell someone how their life has touched yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-1710664355147778080?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/1710664355147778080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=1710664355147778080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/1710664355147778080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/1710664355147778080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/05/mr-street.html' title='Mr. Street'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/SCEY3AfRszI/AAAAAAAAALk/6Plf5pTunc8/s72-c/MrStreetinmemorium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-8392111582872889934</id><published>2008-05-04T14:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:19.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of another week</title><content type='html'>And we survived! LOL LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that - but we had some fun, did some homeschool - left the house TWO DAYS IN A ROW. I know! =) =) Watched some Lost and Grey's Anatomy! (Woo hoo!) Found out one of my closest friends - a truly wonderful woman and mother, who is expecting her 6th child in the fall is having a boy! We all thought girl. Either way, a wonderful blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we are off to Florida to surprise my grandmother for Mother's Day - so any family reading this, don't tell Grandmommy we're coming! Shhhhh. I'm so looking forward to it - now, the 12 hour car ride down with the three girls, not so much . . . but that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week will be packing, cleaning, and schooling. For now, we're just enjoying our after church afternoon. Hope you are too. &lt;/p&gt;Oh - leaving you with a picture of my middle child - my Mighty Mouse in Florida &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/SB3-nwfRstI/AAAAAAAAAK0/CHb9gZemfss/s1600-h/beachgirlblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196589504039858898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/SB3-nwfRstI/AAAAAAAAAK0/CHb9gZemfss/s400/beachgirlblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture. Not only did I blow it up big, I made it into a canvas. Love it. Anyway - have a wonderful week ahead, and if I don't talk to you before I leave for Florida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have fun&lt;br /&gt;- Stay safe&lt;br /&gt;- Get dirty&lt;br /&gt;- Play in the yard&lt;br /&gt;- Eat chocolate&lt;br /&gt;- Play Scrabble with someone you love&lt;br /&gt;- HUG the babies!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-8392111582872889934?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/8392111582872889934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=8392111582872889934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8392111582872889934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8392111582872889934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-of-another-week.html' title='The end of another week'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/SB3-nwfRstI/AAAAAAAAAK0/CHb9gZemfss/s72-c/beachgirlblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-1308136901817161912</id><published>2008-05-01T23:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:19.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look - two posts in one week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I must be ignoring my laundry and dishes. ;) ;) Actually, this is a victory post. I left the house with all three little people today. lol! I can't believe in two months of my new little girl's life, today was the first time I was out with all three. Well, let's see . . . after a c-section, I couldn't drive for however many weeks, I had family here for a month after her birth, my husband's schedule always enabled me to leave the two older ones at home or my little middle child at home to take Bean to an activity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me digress. My middle girl. My little Love Bug. I often say that, though I only have three children, I should be scored as if I had seven, because my middle, beautiful, sweet little 21 month old girl is like 5 boys. She weighs about 22 pounds and is the most loving child you could ever imagine - hugs everyone. Her first sentence was "I love you." She can melt your heart. Totally. She also climbs out of her crib, surfs in the rocking chair, has a mean pitching arm and the healthiest lungs you have ever heard. My husband calls her "Tank," because she is tough as nails and nothing stops her. I think Mighty Mouse is more accurate, either way, she is high speed, low drag. (I think I'll refer to her as Mighty Mouse on this blog from now on, btw.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to today. I was determined, last night when I went to bed at 9:45 that we would go to Whole Foods today. Yes. We would. We. Would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did. Little Baby Sweet Pea was up from 4am until 5:50. &lt;insert&gt;Still. We were going to Whole Foods. Me and the Power of Three. LOL! I must say, they did great! Baby girl rode in the sling. The two older ones rode in a car buggy - BLESSINGS on the head of the person who decided that you could shorten the cart and shorten the car and a harried mother wouldn't need to apply for a special driver's licence to push the darn thing through the supermarket! About the 4th isle is, we came upon the Fruity Booty and Veggie Booty - my children actually squealed at the site of the bags. "Can we open one now???!!!" "Why, yes you can." And that was the last we heard from inside the car buggy until we passed by the chocolate. ;) ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Girl slept through the whole trip and the ride home! We pulled into the driveway and the baby and "Mighty Mouse" were out like lights. Bean says "Let's go somewhere else." Can anyone say 'Cabin Fever?' I tell her, we can't. There are groceries to put away, they need to go into the fridge. Her response - which I totally loved "They're in cold bags. They can just hang out." LOL! Hang out! Chillin' like tater tots, apparently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't go anywhere else. We quit while we were ahead. I was feeling adventurous, not stupid. We did come in, eat lunch, put Mighty Mouse down for a nap. Nursed the Baby Girl and she hung out under the baby gym while Bean and I did a bit of homeschool. She is a workbook fanatic, so I caved and let her do 4 or 5 pages, then we got back to numbers. Mastering the teens into the 30's. I'm not sure where she "should be" with her numbers and I don't care (in case that was your next question.) I took all my math classes twice in college. I hated math and have tons of "math baggage," to this day! I will not hand that down. We are taking math slowly. She likes it. When she gets frustrated (rarely with homeschool) or seems to be fidgety, we stop. The ability to do that is why we homeschool in the first place. At any rate, she was thrilled to catch on so quickly. I think out math lesson took about 15 - 20 min total. Go Bean. Then it was off to gymnastics. Tomorrow is Irish Dance and hello weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I'd leave you with another photograph. This was taken in front of a beautiful Catholic church up the street. My little hippie Bean:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/SBqUwQfRssI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wrA7XJ_-B4Y/s1600-h/guitarbean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195628676906070722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/SBqUwQfRssI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wrA7XJ_-B4Y/s400/guitarbean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-1308136901817161912?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/1308136901817161912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=1308136901817161912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/1308136901817161912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/1308136901817161912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-two-posts-in-one-week.html' title='Look - two posts in one week!'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/SBqUwQfRssI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wrA7XJ_-B4Y/s72-c/guitarbean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-1012666515583162291</id><published>2008-04-29T09:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:19.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/SBcoFgfRsrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4U6RTnx6UNU/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194664770280731314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/SBcoFgfRsrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4U6RTnx6UNU/s400/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Between being sick and having a beautiful new baby girl!!! we've been busy. However, Spring has sprung! We are thawing out and coming out of the fog of winter etc. ;) ;) Our little Sweet Pea baby is a wonderful and amazing blessing! After only six weeks (well, truthfully, after only six seconds) I have no idea how we ever did without her. The girls have taken to their new roles beautifully. I am finally feeling like I am returning to some kind of normality-well . . . as normal as we get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who sent well wishes . Hopefully, I'll be able to blog more regularly. What else am I doing when I'm nursing in the pre-dawn hours, right? Might as well be profound. lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-1012666515583162291?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/1012666515583162291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=1012666515583162291' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/1012666515583162291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/1012666515583162291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/04/remember-me.html' title='Remember me?'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/SBcoFgfRsrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4U6RTnx6UNU/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-7769527521932723384</id><published>2008-02-27T10:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:53:24.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My infant carseat review</title><content type='html'>We (read as: Me. Dh could have hardly cared less. Let's just say he liked "the brown one.") We, set out to get a carseat yesterday. I know - no hurry or anything, right? I sent him to Target with my list of the top three - he came home with the Baby Trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it back. It was hard as a rock inside. Very little padding, especially on the sides and not much in the back around the head either. Also, the logo is stitched right where the baby's head goes and it's itchy. I know I'm totally neurotic, but it works for me. So then it was between the Graco Safeseat and The Chicco Keyfit 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I thought the Graco was slightly more padded than the Baby Trend, but not much - and it totally depended on the fabric you got. The Keyfit felt awesome, so soft and padded, great infant insert - not at all crazy about the colours, but if I was in this parenting thing for looks, I wouldn't be driving a mini van. ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got the Keyfit - the fire station guys had never seen one before, when I had them install it. Neither had kids, but both loved the thing in an instant. It has a way to adjust the base so the carseat is level - without adding that foam thing they usually have to add. It has its own belts to attach to the seatbelt and a super safe and easy way to tighten it. They called it the Cadillace. LOL! Anyway - for anyone in the market, I thought I'd give you my review.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-7769527521932723384?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/7769527521932723384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=7769527521932723384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/7769527521932723384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/7769527521932723384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-infant-carseat-review.html' title='My infant carseat review'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-8478135131922514821</id><published>2008-02-27T10:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:20.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R8WGygFHM2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/34A4AKdHO6w/s1600-h/6daysblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171687949267841890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R8WGygFHM2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/34A4AKdHO6w/s400/6daysblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-8478135131922514821?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/8478135131922514821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=8478135131922514821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8478135131922514821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8478135131922514821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/02/countdown_27.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R8WGygFHM2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/34A4AKdHO6w/s72-c/6daysblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-6398372782234089139</id><published>2008-02-27T10:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:20.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R8WGigFHM1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PV6tY8Hrq2Q/s1600-h/7daysblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171687674389934930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R8WGigFHM1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PV6tY8Hrq2Q/s400/7daysblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-6398372782234089139?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/6398372782234089139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=6398372782234089139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/6398372782234089139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/6398372782234089139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/02/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R8WGigFHM1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PV6tY8Hrq2Q/s72-c/7daysblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-4284255402824712495</id><published>2008-02-10T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T15:11:02.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>by my wonderful friend over at &lt;a href="http://muddlehood.homeschooljournal.net/"&gt;http://muddlehood.homeschooljournal.net/&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me with this "meme."  What does "meme" mean, exactly?  Someone hook a girl up with an answer to this one, please.  Anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Starlight, star bright.  I wish I may:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Stumble across some wonderful, chocolatey snack that makes you super organized, a wonderful cook and love to clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sell that awesome recipe to Hershey so I can hire someone to cook, clean and organize my life - because I can't imagine, even if it came in the form of a chocolate delight, I would enjoy cooking, cleaning or organizing.  So, I'll sell to Hershey, move somewhere warm, get Bean that dog she wants so badly, have acres of land, covered with huge magnolia trees, crepe myrtles, and a pond ringed with weeping willows.  We'll have breakfast on the front porch and watch horses running in the pastures.   I'll finally be able to have my sheep and chickens and spend all day playing with and homeschooling the girls. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I might:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Aspire to that beautiful dream, with or without the bankroll from Hersheys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Remember that dust and laundry are the same every day, but childhood changes on a dime and is gone in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Raise my two - soon to be three - girls to be strong Christians, strong women, strong dreamers and strong spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing women - may we know them, may we be them, may we raise them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tag anyone, but if you read this blog and want to share this on your own, then I would love to read your thoughts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-4284255402824712495?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/4284255402824712495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=4284255402824712495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/4284255402824712495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/4284255402824712495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-7939782981440226329</id><published>2008-02-08T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T14:46:41.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest</title><content type='html'>Bean and I (and Love Bug, of course) went to our local Classical Conversations open house.  I was really looking forward to it.  I'd been looking into some classical ed stuff in the couple of weeks leading up to it and let me just say, if I had set out to go as far in the other direction from Waldorf, Classical Ed would be it. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The open house was impressive and the Mamas and children were all so very nice and welcoming.  They opened with prayer, then the pledge of allegiance to the Bible - which I love!  Then they said The Pledge of Allegience to the flag.   Then they went to their "classes."  We sat in on the six year old class, where Bean would be in the fall.   I missed about 30 min total of this because my wonderful husband was on his way home early to get Love Bug and was stuck in traffic.  An 18 month old is not a fun addition to a class of six year olds trying to learn, but we managed until he got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to see the kids sing their history song.  All their "memory work" is set to music, which is neat.  The song they were singing that day was to help them remember who led the Allied Forces in WW1.  Huh.  Of course, I'm thinking, &lt;em&gt;Does my five year old need to know who led the Allied forces during WW1?&lt;/em&gt;   It was very hard for me to wrap my Waldorf brain around, to be honest.  They describe it like a peg board - kids work on the same curriculum from 4 years old to 6th grade, each year digging deeper into it, becoming more familiar with it.  So the basic familiarity as in "Churchill - I remember that name from such-n-such a song . . . "  lays the foundation for further learning later on.  So all these kids did was learn the song - and they loved it.  They all begged to sing it again and again.   They all had snack together, which was brough by one family - which I think is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, was on to art - where they looked at a few examples of work by the impressionist painter Berthe Morisot, who focused on texture.  Then the kids were presented with several different cups of paint, some with glitter inside, some with sand, some with flour and some plain, so they could experience painting with different textures.  Then it was back to the classroom to sing their conjugated Latin verb song and skip count - which is where they count by 2's, 3's, 4's etc - these kids were learning up to 8's - but they needed help at that level.  They rolled a ball from one kid to the next, taking turns saying the next number in the sequence.  Finally, it was back to the gym for a neat science experiment about force (force = mass x acceleration) where they rolled marbles down ramps into styrofoam cups and watched how much farther the cup moved depending on the degree of slant to the ramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bean really liked it. She wanted to go back next week when they would all meet again, and was disappointed when she learned we just visited that one time.  I asked her what her favourite part was, thinking of course - it would have to be the painting.  She's been in Waldorf surroundings literally all her life.  So, it must be the nifty art project.  Nope.  The skip counting.&lt;br /&gt;Huh.  OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SO different than any Waldorf thing I had ever done or anything I had planned on doing with her or had ever done with her.  However, what we've been doing isn't working. It's not meeting her needs.  I actually got into a brief discussion re: Waldorf Education with one of the mothers there, when asked about our homeschooling background.  She said it would have been really great for her oldest child, who was very artistic and didn't actually start reading until that year (he was in 3rd grade.)  This made me feel so much better - if a child can make it all the way to 3rd grade in that program without reading, then I feel better about it maybe not being so academically aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line - I'm simmering. Bean loved it - has asked to go back. The people were so so nice, so were the children.  I love the fact that it is a Christian curriculum.   I like that it can be as large a part of your homeschool curriculum as you want it to be.  So, I'm thinking about it.  I'm adding more academics to our schedule slowly, slowly and Bean is loving it.   So, I have no set course, but I have a direction and that is enough for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-7939782981440226329?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/7939782981440226329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=7939782981440226329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/7939782981440226329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/7939782981440226329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/02/latest.html' title='The latest'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-721921208779018940</id><published>2008-02-03T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:20.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not much else to say but . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R6aISLgbN-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/hapmUrnpkhM/s1600-h/c8f40b3772153b2ab109df4047eb2d15-getty-77331464ps052_super_bowl_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162963868734666722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R6aISLgbN-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/hapmUrnpkhM/s320/c8f40b3772153b2ab109df4047eb2d15-getty-77331464ps052_super_bowl_xl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How 'bout them Giants!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a great game!!!! I love it I love it I love it. How can anyone NOT like football?? I like so many players on the Giants team but even more than that - I really like Tom Coughlin. He was our old coach at the Jaguars and I liked him then and I am so happy for him and the team tonight. &lt;/p&gt;WOO HOO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/sports/football/giants/2008/01/22/2008-01-22_lieutenant_colonel_greg_gadson_is_giants.html"&gt;http://www.nydailynews.com/sports/football/giants/2008/01/22/2008-01-22_lieutenant_colonel_greg_gadson_is_giants.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effect this man had on the Giants players is astounding. He rode to the stadium tonight in the team bus. When asked about Lt. Col. Gadson and what he has meant to the team during interviews that aired tonight, every Giants player interviewed stated that he had a monumental effect on the team and if they win, Lt. Col. Gadson would have to get a Superbowl ring of his own. Two players even said that, if he didn't, they were going to give him theirs. What an inspirational story. Have I mentioned how much I LOVE THIS GAME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-721921208779018940?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/721921208779018940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=721921208779018940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/721921208779018940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/721921208779018940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-much-else-to-say-but.html' title='not much else to say but . . .'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R6aISLgbN-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/hapmUrnpkhM/s72-c/c8f40b3772153b2ab109df4047eb2d15-getty-77331464ps052_super_bowl_xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-6347649633402378384</id><published>2008-02-02T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:36:09.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of an update</title><content type='html'>Well,  I have been looking into curriculum.  If anyone has any advice to offer - I would appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonlight - I just wasn't thrilled about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abeka - Nope.  I didn't like the idea of sending Bean's work in for them to grade or the fact that the Bible portion of this curriculum is delivered via dvd by Mrs Bear.  Finally, my Grandmother - whose opinion in regards to everything that has to do with children I treat as if Moses brought it down from the mountian - doesn't like it.  She is a pioneer in the field of early childhood education. She speaks all over the country.  She is simply amazing.  I could start a whole blog on this subject alone.  She said that it is almost all workbooks and that's not what kids need at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also attended a meeting for a curriculum called Classical Conversations.  Classical Education with a Christian focus.  I'm going to attend an open house to see this in action.  I feel I need to explore every option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home this week, I drug out the math workbook.  Bean was thrilled.  I thoought we could do a page or two.  We did six pages and she would have kept going except I suggested we take a break and make brownies.   Brownies? Math what? Workbook who?  That's my girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We "did homeschool" every day this week. We read a Bible lesson out of this amazing book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Egermeier's Bible Story Book, A Complete Narration from Genesis to Revelation for Young and Old.  &lt;/em&gt;(My Grandmother's suggestion and, of course, it's awesome.)  We have the 1939 printing and it is a treasure.  Anyway, we read a story and I have found awesome printables online to go with them.  We read the Creation story, she coloured a picture for what God created on each of the 6 days and then one for resting on the 7th day.  Gotta love free, online resources!   The next day we read the story again and looked at her beautiful colouring pages.  Then she made a title page for her series, writing "God Made the World."  She was so proud.   The last day she drew her own Creation picture. We worked on numbers and she picks things up SO quickly.  We read lots of books and played.  One morning she asked why there was water on the inside of the windows.  (Love Bug has a cold and we use a vaporizer for her at night.)  So we discussed the whole water to steam and back to water thing.  She wanted to know more. So I did a quick online search and found (again, love those printables!) colouring pages for the water cycle.  She was so eager to discuss them and colour them for me.   She wrote out another title page "The Water Cycle."  It really spoke to her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, her behaviour for me during the day.  It's been awesome.  She is getting over a cold and gets tired and cranky in the afternoons - yet refuses to sleep when I send her to her room to rest - however, out mornings have been wonderful.  As soon as I put Love Bug down for a nap, Bean wants to do homeschool.  Her manners are so wonderful, she is more patient with her sister.  She is a happier kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still convinced I can marry her need for more academics with my love of Waldorf.  I think the "head, heart and hands," philosophy is crucial - now more than ever, so she doesn't get too much into her head.  We'll keep water colour painting and beeswax modelling.  She loves to fingerknit and draw and explore outside and bake.  Carefully, I can see how this will work and be a beautiful thing and will still meet her where she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who commented.  I very much appreciate the support!  I'll keep you posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-6347649633402378384?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/6347649633402378384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=6347649633402378384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/6347649633402378384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/6347649633402378384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/02/bit-of-update.html' title='A bit of an update'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-8341398573269294428</id><published>2008-01-31T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:20.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for our children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R6Kcn7gbN9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/yAnufKFkflU/s1600-h/praying%252Bfor%252Bour%252Bchildren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161860332722534354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R6Kcn7gbN9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/yAnufKFkflU/s320/praying%252Bfor%252Bour%252Bchildren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this over at Elise's wonderful blog ( &lt;a href="http://mamahooper.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mamahooper.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ) and I think its too wonderful not to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A nice find for the beginning of a month!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blessings to you all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-8341398573269294428?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/8341398573269294428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=8341398573269294428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8341398573269294428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8341398573269294428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/01/praying-for-our-children.html' title='Praying for our children'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R6Kcn7gbN9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/yAnufKFkflU/s72-c/praying%252Bfor%252Bour%252Bchildren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-90828581551189157</id><published>2008-01-30T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T08:30:51.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outward struggle becomes the inner struggle</title><content type='html'>So we have been having some behaviour issues with the Bean.  It has not been fun or happy.  Over the past few weeks I have really been trying to figure out what the root of these issues is.  I have come to a difficult conclusion. She's bored.  Now, for the most part, I don't have issues with a bit of boredom.  I think it fosters creativity.  However, she is bored with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt;.  No matter how many Waldorf-inspired ideas I present or create or try to engage her in, she's not connecting with them.  I have tried several different approaches and have read countless books over the years that I have turned to recently, but it's just not speaking to her heart.  In fact, during one of our stories, she said "Can I do workbook pages now?"  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the rub: I believe in my heart that Waldorf is a beautiful educational philosophy and lifestyle.  I love it. I love the gentle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;holistic&lt;/span&gt; approach to education, I love the head, heart and hands focus. I love it all, but it's just not working for my child.  So the question is - do I stick to my Waldorf principals and make the child meet the curriculum, so to speak, or do I take a step back and reevaluate and meet her where she is - which is one of the reasons I chose homeschooling in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, it is time to reevaluate. I pulled out all my homeschooling materials, Waldorf and non-Waldorf last night and put them out on the sofa with every intent to go through them after the girls were in bed.  But, I fell asleep with Love Bug at 8pm - and I feel MUCH better this morning. =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my plan for the next few evenings is to create a hybrid educational path for my little Bean.  Something that will hold true to the head, heart and hands approach that I love so much, but also tries to meet the needs of my little Bean who, obviously, I love so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-90828581551189157?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/90828581551189157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=90828581551189157' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/90828581551189157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/90828581551189157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/01/outward-struggle-becomes-inner-struggle.html' title='Outward struggle becomes the inner struggle'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-3050136241125661657</id><published>2008-01-28T22:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:38:25.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You're a Floridian If . . .</title><content type='html'>As a born and bred Florida Girl, I love this!  It makes me homesick.  Had to share.  So it has nothing to do with Waldorf or Homeschooling. So what. =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You're a Floridian If . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You never use an umbrella because you know the rain will be over in five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - A good parking place has nothing to do with distance from the store, but everything to do with shade.  &lt;em&gt;(Amen)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Your winter coat is made of denim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You can tell the difference between fire ant bites and mosquito bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You're younger than thirty but some of your friends are over 65.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Anything under 70 is chilly.  &lt;em&gt;(Yes -- and winter up here s-u-c-k-s)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You've driven through Yeehaw Junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You could swim before you could read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You have to drive north to get to The South.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You know that no other grocery store can compare to Publix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You know that anything under a Category 3 just isn't worth waking up for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You dread love bug season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You are on a first name basis with the Hurricane list. They aren't Hurricane Charley, Hurricane Frances..but Charley , Frances , Ivan and Jeanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You know what a snowbird is and when they'll leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You think a six-foot alligator is actually pretty average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You were twelve before you ever saw snow, or you still haven't.  &lt;em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Real&lt;/strong&gt; snow - like over an inch? I was 28)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - 'Down South' means Key West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You think New York drivers licenses should only be valid in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Flip-flops are everyday wear, shoes are for business meetings and church . . .but you HAVE worn flip flops to church before. &lt;em&gt; (Just for the record, I have not done this. My Grandmother would skin me alive if I wore flip-flops to church.  You see, we're Southern Baptist.  If you were from Florida, that would be explanation enough.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Sweet tea can be served at any meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You smirk when a game show's 'Grand Prize' is a trip or cruise to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You measure distance in minutes. &lt;em&gt; (Ok - all kidding aside. Doesn't everyone do this?  Seriously?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You have a drawer full of bathing suits, and one sweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You get annoyed at the tourists who feed seagulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - A mountain is any hill 100 feet above sea level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You know the four seasons really are: hurricane season, love bug season, tourist season and summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Anything under 95 is just warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You've hosted a hurricane party.  &lt;em&gt;(FSU. Junior Year)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You can pronounce Okeechobee, Kissimmee , Ichnatucknee , Withlacoochee and Micanopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You understand why it's better to have a friend with a boat, than have a boat yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Bumper stickers on the pickup in front of you include: various fish, NRA, NASCAR, Go Gators, and a confederate flag.  &lt;em&gt;(Go Noles!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You were 5 before you realized they made houses without pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You were 25 when you first met someone who couldn't swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You've worn shorts and used the A/C on Christmas.  &lt;em&gt;(Yes. There is a photo of my family, on my wall - everyone in shorts and tank tops and the writing on the back says "Dec 1984." )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - You recognize Miami-Dade as ' Northern Cuba '.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-3050136241125661657?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/3050136241125661657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=3050136241125661657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3050136241125661657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3050136241125661657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-know-youre-floridian-if.html' title='You Know You&apos;re a Floridian If . . .'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-3877303456580157731</id><published>2008-01-23T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:06:12.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here finding solace in a Hershey bar smothered with peanut butter - it is organic peanut butter - and a huge glass of milk - also organic. I'm very health conscious. Stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a day - one of those days where I have threatened my hard-headed Bean child with State School more than once. Have I told you I am raising a litigator? I am raising a litigator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this blog tonight -a link from another blog that was a link from another blog . . . you know how it is. Anyway, this blog has me laughing out loud! It was SO FUNNY, I had to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bigmama1.com/"&gt;http://bigmama1.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-3877303456580157731?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/3877303456580157731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=3877303456580157731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3877303456580157731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3877303456580157731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-8586768321104804197</id><published>2008-01-22T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T00:04:05.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a few of my favourite</title><content type='html'>Blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some seriously wonderful bloggers in Rebecca's Waldorf Near Circle group. Addictively wonderful. I must confess that I love blogs, but I am so picky. Here are some FABULOUS blogs that are not in our near circle group, but are truly great reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confessions of a Pioneer Woman&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;http://thepioneerwoman.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do not read this blog while drinking any liquid or you will spit it all over your monitor in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angry Chicken&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.angrychicken.typepad.com/"&gt;http://www.angrychicken.typepad.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is one of those crafty blogs that both inspire you - and makes you want to find someone you could just pay to make all these neat things for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down-To-Earth:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://down---to---earth.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://down---to---earth.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A calming and serene Earth Mama blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Number of Things:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.alicecantrell.com/blog/"&gt;http://www.alicecantrell.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Written by a fabulous artist who lives on a farm. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Sun and Candle Light:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://dawnathome.typepad.com/by_sun_and_candlelight/"&gt;http://dawnathome.typepad.com/by_sun_and_candlelight/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- An absolute treasure trove of resources and ideas. Always an inspiring read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOPS! Forgot one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soule Mama:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.typepad.com/"&gt;http://www.soulemama.typepad.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Another blog from a deeply creative person. Truly amazing stuff here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-8586768321104804197?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/8586768321104804197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=8586768321104804197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8586768321104804197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8586768321104804197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/01/these-are-few-of-my-favourite.html' title='These are a few of my favourite'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-6876612738166057921</id><published>2008-01-20T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T11:29:29.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those random questions things someone sent me</title><content type='html'>What kind of soap is in your shower right now? Arbonne FYI Body Wash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any watermelon in your refrigerator? No - I wish, that means it would be summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you change about your living room? I would move it to Charleston, SC. We've been in this area for 8 years and in this house for 7 - the longest I have ever lived in one house. I am ready to move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the dishes in your dishwasher clean or dirty? Washing as we speak - as I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in your fridge? Tons of milk, chocolate chip cookie dough . . . other stuff, but that's all that really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White or wheat bread?Wheat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is on top of your refrigerator? Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color or design is on your shower curtain? We don't have shower curtains in the master bath - we have glass doors. The girls' bath has a sage green one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many plants are in your home? one - a beautiful peace plant that I have had since 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your bed made right now? Seriously? . . . Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Comet or Soft Scrub? Neither - I forgot what that stuff is called - the lavender smelling non-toxic stuff in the purple canister. Can I just say that this fact illustrates how cleaning is so my life. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your closet organized? For the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you describe your flashlight? Yes, it's heavy and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink out of glass or plastic most of the time at home? Glass only - no plastic. The girls use aluminum sigg bottles or clean canteens. Bean uses these beautiful enamel cups from Nova Natural with the matching dishes and bowls. I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have iced tea made in a pitcher right now? Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a garage, is it cluttered? Not really. We can fit both cars in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curtains or blinds? Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pillows do you sleep with? Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with any lights on at night? Yes, two nightlights so I can see little love bug in her baby bed beside our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you vacuum? Only when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard toothbrush or electric? Standard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your toothbrush? Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a welcome mat on your front porch? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in your oven right now? Nothing. Hmmm - I should break out that chocolate chip cookie dough in the fridge. It's already past 9am (not that that hasn't stopped me before.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything under your bed? yeah, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chore you hate doing the most? Cleaning out the fridge and cleaning bath tubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What retro items are in your home? Lots - lots of furniture that belonged to my great grandmother - some of her beautiful hats from the 40's and 50's, my girls have clothes I wore in the 70's. Retro is our friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a separate room that you use as an office? My husband does - it's the most useless room in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many mirrors are in your home? 11 - one in each of the 4 bathrooms, one in each of the 5 bedrooms, one in the playroom and a small one in the foyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your walls? Neutrals, mostly - browns, sagey- greens, then the girls have purple and pink respectively. Oh - and the playroom is a soft yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your home smell like right now? Wish it smelled like cookies baking in my oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite candle scent? yuk. I can't stand scented stuff. I only burn beeswax candles and I do that rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of pickles (if any) are in your refrigerator right now? Claussen - the cold crunchy ones. YUM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your favorite Bible? Red. It came from the bookstore of the church my great grandfather pastored for decades, beginning (I think) in the 40's. I could add that to the retro list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been on your roof? Nope. I've seen it from the street, though. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a stereo? No, actually. We can play music cd's on the dvd player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many TVs do you have? Two. One in the living room and one in my husband's gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many house phones?3 - one upstairs, one on the main floor and one in the finished basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a housekeeper? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What style do you decorate in? I like mission style - arts and crafts movement. Simple, uncluttered, natural woods and lots of bookcases filled with books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like solid colors or prints in furniture? Solids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a smoke detector in your home? Yes. Several.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case of fire, what are the items in your house which you’d grab if you only could make one quick trip? The children and my two external hard drives - they hold every picture of the girls I've ever taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-6876612738166057921?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/6876612738166057921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=6876612738166057921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/6876612738166057921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/6876612738166057921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-of-those-random-questions-things.html' title='One of those random questions things someone sent me'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-2807848320370460819</id><published>2008-01-19T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:21.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok - I found this on another blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R5I4JXfxNwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TH7Ajn9zlfY/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157246256869881602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R5I4JXfxNwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TH7Ajn9zlfY/s320/angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; and it totally made me cry. Pregnancy whacked hormones or not - I love it and had to share it here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow. But how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child further said, "Here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. You will feel your angel's love and be very happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear. And with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who will protect me?" asked the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking her life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."&lt;br /&gt;God said, Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way to come back to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment there was much peace in heaven, and voices from Earth could be heard. The child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "You will simply call her.....Mama."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ author unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-2807848320370460819?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/2807848320370460819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=2807848320370460819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/2807848320370460819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/2807848320370460819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/01/ok-i-found-this-on-another-blog.html' title='Ok - I found this on another blog'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R5I4JXfxNwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TH7Ajn9zlfY/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-2496182077336102684</id><published>2008-01-19T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:21.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R5H-nXfxNvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/E3pkKB2gGdQ/s1600-h/Snow1eml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157183000591546098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R5H-nXfxNvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/E3pkKB2gGdQ/s320/Snow1eml.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snow. About 6 inches of it this week -- Bean and Love Bug were thrilled to watch it fall!  Being the one who had to drive us out in it, I was not quite as excited. =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems all we do these days is huddle around the house and go to my doctor's appointments. I'm already 33 weeks along and I feel like I've reached this nesting phase - much to my husband's disappointment, that does not mean that I want to clean and organize everything.  It means I want to gather my children all around me and not leave the house.  I can feel the change in the wind already and March - and this new little person - will be here before we know it.  I'm just trying to enjoy every minute of being a mother of two, and that seems to mean I post on here less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's where I've been.  Wishing you all a beautiful week and weekend ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-2496182077336102684?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/2496182077336102684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=2496182077336102684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/2496182077336102684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/2496182077336102684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/01/hi-again.html' title='Hi again'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R5H-nXfxNvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/E3pkKB2gGdQ/s72-c/Snow1eml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-1641503877982264650</id><published>2008-01-02T13:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:06:54.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008!</title><content type='html'>Wow.  Hard to believe we're only a couple months away from welcoming our third baby girl!  That fact has become the all-encompassing thought.  As far as the rest of Bean's kindergarten year, we have quite a bit planned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Continue with German&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Meet with our Waldorf homeschooling co-op twice a month for activities like baking, dyeing wool, gardening etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bean's Irish dance instructor believes she will be ready to compete by late Spring. I'm leaving this up to the Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bean is really into creating: with art supplies, blocks, pipe cleaners, clay. . . I want to make sure she always has lots of time for these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We are actually meeting with a new homeschooling group next week, specifically for kindergartners.   It sounds really promising - not academically aggressive at all.  They focus on music, gardening, arts, drama etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Bean is also become very good at writing.  She writes notes and letters all the time. We need to work on is getting her to leave proper spacing between her words. They tend to crowd each other. =) =)  It's something I would like to address, but not necessarily "work on" because she's only five.   I don't want her natural love of letters and learning at be squelched by having to focus on anything other than writing and ideas and her imagination.  I feel she's just too young.  Learning and writing and "school" is such fun for her.  She gets so excited and I'm not willing to alter that. =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not once have I regretted our decision to homeschool. With every passing day it becomes clear tome what a perfect arrangement this is for our family and what a blessing it is that we are able to do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a wonderfully joyful 2008!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-1641503877982264650?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/1641503877982264650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=1641503877982264650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/1641503877982264650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/1641503877982264650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008!'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-6258658857394609776</id><published>2007-12-27T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:21.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Benazir Bhutto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R3R0VXfxNuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vyLEgGGjzHo/s1600-h/portrait_hr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148868184424658658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R3R0VXfxNuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vyLEgGGjzHo/s320/portrait_hr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a horrible and senseless tragedy. The world needs more leaders like Prime Minister Bhutto, who love their country more than they love the power that comes with leading it. What an amazing, courageous, passionate, and brillant lady. What a loss this is to us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-6258658857394609776?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/6258658857394609776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=6258658857394609776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/6258658857394609776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/6258658857394609776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/benazir-bhutto.html' title='Benazir Bhutto'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R3R0VXfxNuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vyLEgGGjzHo/s72-c/portrait_hr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-1633423185758665617</id><published>2007-12-20T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:22.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2q9wHfxNpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FaGs75i1cKU/s1600-h/ourchristmastreeeml22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146134158567880338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2q9wHfxNpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FaGs75i1cKU/s320/ourchristmastreeeml22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I am starting to get really excited! I ordered everything (literally) online this year because, let's face it - with a 5 year old, a 17 month old and being 28 weeks pregnant, the mall is not my friend. I did have to go into Toys R Us (which I can't stand) to pick something up for a relative and the woman at the check out tried three times to sell me batteries. Her last ditch effort was "You know how disappointed your children will be on Christmas morning if you don't have batteries for one of their new toys." So I gave up on my "No, but thank you." answer - which obviously wasn't working anyway and informed her "My children don't have any toys that take batteries." She looked at me as if I'd said "The government is confiscating your chickens," and was wearing a shiny tin-foil hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate - all my wonderful Christmas presents have arrived. I found some really great things for the girls at Blueberry Forest toys: &lt;a href="http://www.blueberryforest.com/"&gt;http://www.blueberryforest.com/&lt;/a&gt;, got some amazing Bunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spechte&lt;/span&gt; animals from a co-op we did through the Rudolph Steiner College Bookstore. I also got some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kinderkram&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Holztiger&lt;/span&gt; figures from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Padilly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.padilly.com/"&gt;http://www.padilly.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Oh - and a BEAUTIFUL doll for Love Bug (her first doll) from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Berre&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Moonchild&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Handworks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://moonchildhandworkstudio.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://moonchildhandworkstudio.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Most of the gifts for my family members I got on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt;. What a wonderfully dangerous place!!! =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just started wrapping. I don't put presents under the tree until after the girls go to bed on Christmas Eve and I am so excited I can hardly stand it. We'll tell the Christmas Story before the girls go to bed that night. I really love how all the festivals and celebrations that have led up to Christmas Day have really lingered in the house. You know, I didn't even take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;the girls&lt;/span&gt; to see Santa this year - not that I am opposed to that, (he only fills the stockings at our house) but Bean hasn't even asked. My husband mentioned it the other day, asking if she wanted to go see him and Bean said "Uh . . . not really." Maybe I'm misled, but I truly feel as though we have really shifted the focus of the Season this year - not that my little Bean isn't excited about presents, but they just don't come up in conversation that often. So, if you're wondering if it's worth the trouble to celebrate all the festivals &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;preceding&lt;/span&gt; Christmas, I will just say that it has truly been a month of joy at our house and I hope there is joy at your home too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-1633423185758665617?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/1633423185758665617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=1633423185758665617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/1633423185758665617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/1633423185758665617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2q9wHfxNpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FaGs75i1cKU/s72-c/ourchristmastreeeml22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-577552757187365894</id><published>2007-12-20T13:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:22.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2q8sXfxNoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s9rwt9wA6iY/s1600-h/gingerbread_baby_recipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146132994631743106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2q8sXfxNoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s9rwt9wA6iY/s320/gingerbread_baby_recipe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found this yummy recipe on this great blog: &lt;a href="http://thechildspaper.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thechildspaper.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and thought you all might could use some gingerbread inspiration. I think we may turn some of our cookies into ornaments and hang them. We'll have too see how many Bean feels she can spare. She is already planning to save some of the dough to make cookies to leave for Santa. Just click on the picture and you'll be able to see the recipe full size!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-577552757187365894?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/577552757187365894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=577552757187365894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/577552757187365894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/577552757187365894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/gingerbread.html' title='Gingerbread'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2q8sXfxNoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s9rwt9wA6iY/s72-c/gingerbread_baby_recipe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-4386485393995154559</id><published>2007-12-18T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T18:06:41.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my goodness, y'all!</title><content type='html'>FABULOUS homeschool video to share!  I wish this family had a blog - what a great read it would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doublesharpevideo.com/HomeSchool2/Homeschool2.html"&gt;http://www.doublesharpevideo.com/HomeSchool2/Homeschool2.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-4386485393995154559?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/4386485393995154559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=4386485393995154559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/4386485393995154559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/4386485393995154559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-my-goodness-yall.html' title='Oh my goodness, y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-8737947352784206330</id><published>2007-12-18T12:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T12:58:37.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny observation from a fellow homeschooler</title><content type='html'>The husband of a long-time friend of mine (long time, as in we doubled for my junior prom) made the funniest observation recently that, not only am I going to use it at my earliest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convenience&lt;/span&gt;, but I had to share it with you! In response to his mother-in-law's constant concerns about socialization, he said "Name one other place in society where people 'socialize' the way they do in school. You know where that is? Jail." At the risk of offending any non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homeschoolers&lt;/span&gt; out there, this comment made me laugh out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-8737947352784206330?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/8737947352784206330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=8737947352784206330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8737947352784206330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8737947352784206330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/funny-observation-from-fellow.html' title='A funny observation from a fellow homeschooler'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-4414677347841469969</id><published>2007-12-17T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:22.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent Spiral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2b2znfxNmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/h5sb3F7Hg44/s1600-h/adventspiral2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145070990953363042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2b2znfxNmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/h5sb3F7Hg44/s320/adventspiral2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Friday, the 14th, we had our Advent Spiral with our homeschool group.  This is not a picture from our spiral, but I wanted to add a photo for those who have never seen one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really beautiful. The children carried their candles, placed inside real apples used for candle holders, into the spiral.  They entered the spiral of evergreen branches one at a time and each lit their candle from a pillar candle that set on a tree stump in the middle of the spiral. Then, each child placed their candle on a gold star that they had made, until the spiral glowed magically.  This is, in my opinion, the most beautiful  festival that Waldorf schools celebrate.  Our children walked in silence, the only sound coming from a pentatonic glockenspiel that another mother played softly. Truly a beautiful afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep mid-winter drawing near,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darkness in our garden, here - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One small flame yet bravely burns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To show a path which ever turns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Earth, please bear us as we go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeking light to send aglow:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Branches green and moss and fern,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark our path to trace each turn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We walk with candle toward the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While Earth awaits with hope so bright:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the light which finds new birth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love may spread o'er all the Earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep mid-winter drawing near - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May light arise in our garden here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-4414677347841469969?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/4414677347841469969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=4414677347841469969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/4414677347841469969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/4414677347841469969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/advent-spiral.html' title='Advent Spiral'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2b2znfxNmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/h5sb3F7Hg44/s72-c/adventspiral2003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-7156429871710608664</id><published>2007-12-14T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:22.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Lucia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2ITAHfxNlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YiW23lrgmg0/s1600-h/lucia4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143694617143752274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2ITAHfxNlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YiW23lrgmg0/s320/lucia4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had such an interesting discussion with some wonderful ladies on one of my long-visited (5 years) online boards regarding Santa Lucia Day, that I thought I would share some of my thoughts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One asked the details of Santa Lucia Day, as she had never heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Santa Lucia was the daughter of a nobleman in Rome. During her time, Christians were being persecuted, so many went into hiding. She carried food to the Christians hiding in the catacombs beneath Rome. She wore the wreath of candles on her head to light her way through the dark tunnels and her hands were too full from carrying the food to hold a light. I told Bean that the the point is that Santa Lucia was just a girl (some stories put her at about 14) and she couldn't change the government and she could't get all the Christians out of Rome, but she did something. She did the best she could with what she had and she did it with a loving heart and that's what God calls us to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another disagreed when I said that there are many Biblically based holidays to celebrate. She truly felt that celebrations like Santa Lucia and Martinmas were not Biblically based.I know that if either of us were Catholic, this would be a different discussion. Many of my Catholic friends follow the Liturgical calendar and would be a bit put-off by this notion. However, neither myself nor this lovely woman are Catholic, so what follows in my Baptist girl's answer. =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both Martinmas and Santa Lucia are celebrations of people doing the work of God, and they can be celebrated with a real and symbolic act by the children. Martinmas, they have a lantern walk, because, as the story we tell, the angel who was really the vagabond in disguise, told Martin that the light of God shone brightly in him. The make and carry lanterns to symbolize how the light of God should shine brightly in them also, and the lantern walk is carrying that light out into the world. I like Santa Lucia because she was a young girl and, as I told Bean this morning. She did what she could to help God's and His people, and she did it with a grateful and loving heart - which is what God calls us all to do. Advent is essentially, a countdown to the birth of Christ. Advent Spiral is the reflection before Christmas. I agree that "man made holidays" are different than the ones you describe, that's why I said they were Biblically based, not dictated by the scripture. However, they reinforce Biblical teaching, they sure focus more on God than the Easter Bunny and Santa, yet by celebrating those days and making them real to her - ie: lantern walk, lighting the Advent candles etc., they become very real to Bean and they certainly help shift the focus of the Season on who and what we are celebrating and less on what she's going to get.is the Sabbath. Technically the only Biblically ordained "celebration" is stated in Old Testament law, which says "Remember the Sabbath and keep it Holy." Nowhere in the Bible does it say to celebrate Christmas or Easter -though, technically, New Testament believers celebrate Easter every Sunday. In the New Testament, believers began meeting the first day of the week to celebrate the resurrection of Christ (Easter) so, technically, every Sunday is an Easter celebration. However, I don't believe that holidays or celebrations have less meaning because they aren't Biblically directed as such. I don't believe that the celebrating of Christmas (Christmas as in celebrating the birth of Christ, not the media driven frenzy) is any less of a holy occasion that the celebrations found in the Jewish faith. If that were so, then why celebrate Christmas at all? We celebrate because of what the day (or the occasion) MEANS to us, how it effects our lives. We celebrate out of reverence and gratitude and love and faith, and those are very powerful reasons. Just as the Jews celebrate Yom Kippur and Hanukah. We celebrate because the event means something very real and deep and powerful and I think that is all that matters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so appreciate these kinds of discussions because inward reflecting on your beliefs and how they manifest themselves in your life is such a beautiful thing. Also, I so appreciate the kinds of friends you can have these discussions with; not offensive, not judgemental, but thought provoking and sincere. =) =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-7156429871710608664?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/7156429871710608664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=7156429871710608664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/7156429871710608664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/7156429871710608664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa-lucia.html' title='Santa Lucia'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2ITAHfxNlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YiW23lrgmg0/s72-c/lucia4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-3220584592037578185</id><published>2007-12-13T09:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:22.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Santa Lucia Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2E8vfRWpYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/piDyjYOHD3M/s1600-h/SantaLuciaBean3eml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143459035979621762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2E8vfRWpYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/piDyjYOHD3M/s320/SantaLuciaBean3eml.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bean delivered cinnamon buns to Daddy and Love Bug in bed!  I think she was up by 6am, ready to get dressed and make the cinnamon buns.  Anyone else ready for a nap yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then on our darkest night,&lt;br /&gt;Comes with her shining light&lt;br /&gt;Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!&lt;br /&gt;Then on our darkest night,&lt;br /&gt;Comes with her shining light&lt;br /&gt;Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-3220584592037578185?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/3220584592037578185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=3220584592037578185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3220584592037578185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3220584592037578185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-santa-lucia-day.html' title='Happy Santa Lucia Day'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2E8vfRWpYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/piDyjYOHD3M/s72-c/SantaLuciaBean3eml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-9006858421480240273</id><published>2007-12-12T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:22.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the eve of Santa Lucia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2CN8_RWpXI/AAAAAAAAAII/XL-nCgbk32I/s1600-h/santaluciadolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143266853372994930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2CN8_RWpXI/AAAAAAAAAII/XL-nCgbk32I/s320/santaluciadolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bean is so excited she can hardly stand it. I believe she has tried on her wreath of candles 15 times today. =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice discussion about Santa Lucia today and I reminded Bean what the story was: about how a girl called Lucy, or Lucia, carried food to the Christians hiding in the catacombs beneath Rome. I explained that she wore the wreath of candles on her head to light her way through the dark tunnels and her hands were too full from carrying the food to hold a light. Bean listened intently and then said "If she'd just put a strap on that tray of food, she could hang it around her neck and she'd have her hands free to carry a light." Hmmm . . . uh . . . that's true. Good idea and that was very smart thinking. =) =) What an entertaining little Bean we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a picture of the Santa Lucia dolls we made. I thought Bean did a lovely job considering she did it all completely by herself. My assistance was not needed, thank you very much. ;) ;) She was very proud of herself, as she should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a beautiful Santa Lucia morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-9006858421480240273?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/9006858421480240273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=9006858421480240273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/9006858421480240273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/9006858421480240273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-eve-of-santa-lucia.html' title='On the eve of Santa Lucia'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R2CN8_RWpXI/AAAAAAAAAII/XL-nCgbk32I/s72-c/santaluciadolls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-4630026942025049182</id><published>2007-12-08T12:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:23.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the weather outside is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1rUJfRWpWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kqfj6pymHsU/s1600-h/snowday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141655184075040098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1rUJfRWpWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kqfj6pymHsU/s320/snowday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WONDERFUL!  If you're 5 years old and we don't have to go anywhere! =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate - we interrupt this regularly scheduled blog . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a SNOW DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-4630026942025049182?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/4630026942025049182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=4630026942025049182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/4630026942025049182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/4630026942025049182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-weather-outside-is.html' title='Oh, the weather outside is'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1rUJfRWpWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kqfj6pymHsU/s72-c/snowday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-5954879360347865674</id><published>2007-12-05T13:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:23.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Second Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1cWzfRWpVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/gRcDsLNQ90U/s1600-h/secondnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140602573490136402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1cWzfRWpVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/gRcDsLNQ90U/s320/secondnight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tonight is the second night of Chanukah. We celebrate Chanukah in that we light the menorah and I say the Chanukah prayer in Hebrew. We do not give gifts, we recognize the holiday as a miraculous event in the Old Testament. Eventually, Bean will understand it to be a very important holiday for those of the Jewish faith, but for now, we celebrate the holiday, the story behind it and all it symbolizes, without digging too much into the Theology of Christianity vs Judaism. We celebrated the holiday in much the same way when I was growing up. I think it's a beautiful celebration, one that I want her to fully understand and appreciate as she gets older, both as a celebration we recognize and as an important celebration in a different, yet beautiful, religious belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prayer for the lighting of the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barukh atah Adonai, Eloheinu, melekh ha'olam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed are you, Lord, our God, sovereign of the universe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asher kidishanu b'mitz'votav v'tzivanu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who has sanctified us with His commandments and commanded us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'had'lik neir shel Chanukah. (Amein)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to light the lights of Chanukkah. (Amen)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Blogger doesn't speak Hebrew, so I can't include the prayer written in Hebrew characters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-5954879360347865674?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/5954879360347865674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=5954879360347865674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/5954879360347865674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/5954879360347865674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/second-night.html' title='The Second Night'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1cWzfRWpVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/gRcDsLNQ90U/s72-c/secondnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-2644313480606039591</id><published>2007-12-05T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:23.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Nicholas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1boLfRWpUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tX1_q-W1clw/s1600-h/SaintNicholas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140551308760491330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1boLfRWpUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tX1_q-W1clw/s320/SaintNicholas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thought I would share the Saint Nicholas that sits on our nature table in our front foyer. SO super easy to make! Everything was cut out of felt and glued to . . . a toilet paper tube. Is that sacreligious? =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought he turned out pretty cute. We made a Santa Lucia one also - actually, I made one and so did Bean. I'll post those pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having a slow day here today. Irish dance was cancelled for this evening because we had our first snow of the season - only a couple of inches, but Bean loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've declared a pajama day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-2644313480606039591?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/2644313480606039591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=2644313480606039591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/2644313480606039591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/2644313480606039591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/saint-nicholas-eve.html' title='Saint Nicholas Eve'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1boLfRWpUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tX1_q-W1clw/s72-c/SaintNicholas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-8202641966923259843</id><published>2007-12-04T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:37:36.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Baby's Hug</title><content type='html'>We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, 'Hi.' He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ofwould&lt;/span&gt;-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;andunwashed&lt;/span&gt;. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. 'Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy.I see ya, buster,' the man said to Erik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I exchanged looks, 'What do we do?' Erik continued to laugh and answer, 'Hi.' Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old man was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, 'Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was probably drunk. My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;forErik&lt;/span&gt;, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum,who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments. We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. 'Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,' I prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to side-step him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;baby's'pick&lt;/span&gt;-me-up' position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, 'You take care of this baby.' Somehow I managed, 'I will,' from a throat that contained a stone. He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, 'God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, 'My God, my God, forgive me.' I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, 'Are you willing to share your son for a moment?' when He shared His for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, 'To enter the Kingdom of God , we must become as little children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most importantly, how we feel about others. The clothes on your back or the car that you drive or the house that you live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow man that identifies who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone posted this on one of my online boards - a sneaky trick to play on a pregnant woman at Christmas time - but it was well worth the emotional meltdown.  =)=)  I thought it was much too beautiful a message not to share.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-8202641966923259843?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/8202641966923259843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=8202641966923259843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8202641966923259843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8202641966923259843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/babys-hug.html' title='A Baby&apos;s Hug'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-5727327059598220276</id><published>2007-12-04T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:06:04.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!</title><content type='html'>LOL! I've never been tagged.  Here are the rules at Christy's site  &lt;a href="http://lakesuperiorchildrenshouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lakesuperiorchildrenshouse.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight things people don't know about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I'm a complete bibliophile. Books are my friend. =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I hate to cook but I like to bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  When I grow up, I want to be organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My current favourite tv show (read as hopless addiction) is Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the Christmas Season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have lived in over 100 different houses and had attended 12 different schools by the time I graduated from college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I hate living so far away from my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am currently munching on chocolate chips, right out of the bag. Don't judge. ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should add as my number 9 that I don't have 8 blogging friends to tag. LOL!  I'm mostly a lurker, but here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://faeriedust2001.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://faeriedust2001.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://diosadotada.homeschooljournal.net/"&gt;http://diosadotada.homeschooljournal.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uncommongrace.typepad.com/"&gt;http://uncommongrace.typepad.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-5727327059598220276?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/5727327059598220276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=5727327059598220276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/5727327059598220276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/5727327059598220276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-4788680855076483505</id><published>2007-12-02T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:23.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Night of Advent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1NDF_RWpTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_rWH8H1KmT0/s1600-R/candle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139525369922495794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1NDF_RWpTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uSvBqGLYbTs/s320/candle1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We light one candle, shining bright&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon this Holy Advent night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fill our hearts with loving might,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lead us to Christmas Day's brilliant light.  &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dhsulahdsjakldhsjakdhsjkdhasjkdhsjkahdsjkahdsjkalhdsjkalhdsjkahdsjkahdsjkaldhsjkaldhsj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;djisrjdieorjieo;jridos;ad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prayer for the First Week of Advent:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All mighty God, increase our strength of will for doing good that Christ may find an eager welcome at his coming and call us to His side in the kingdom of Heaven, where He lives and reigns with you, the Holy Spirit, one God, forever and ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-4788680855076483505?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/4788680855076483505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=4788680855076483505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/4788680855076483505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/4788680855076483505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-night-of-advent.html' title='The First Night of Advent'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1NDF_RWpTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uSvBqGLYbTs/s72-c/candle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-7606460309939515239</id><published>2007-12-02T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:23.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer of Blessing for an Advent Wreath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1NBGvRWpSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dIzMpMLty6E/s1600-R/advent_wreath_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139523183784142114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1NBGvRWpSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9xcxYyIwLro/s320/advent_wreath_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, our God. We praise you for your Son, Jesus Christ; Emmanuel, the hope of the people, the wisdom that teaches and guides us, the Savior of every nation. Let your blessing come upon us and this Advent Wreath. As we light the candles of this wreath, may its light be a sign of Christ's promise to bring us salvation. We ask these things through Christ, our Lord. Amen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-7606460309939515239?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/7606460309939515239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=7606460309939515239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/7606460309939515239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/7606460309939515239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/prayer-of-blessing-foran-advent-wreath.html' title='Prayer of Blessing for an Advent Wreath'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1NBGvRWpSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9xcxYyIwLro/s72-c/advent_wreath_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-7135198968195016955</id><published>2007-12-01T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:24.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Chains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1GTE_RWpRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fKcKZfaCOR8/s1600-R/colouring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139050363719427346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1GTE_RWpRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BlX3AwqsZqM/s320/colouring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we made paper chain decorations. The girls and I coloured white construction paper and I cut them out into strips. Bean helped me staple them together. They turned out beautifully- definitely something I will date and keep to use every Christmas. Bean had a blast and was so super proud to see her work decorating the house. I'll post decoration photos later -- just wanted to share the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139050213395571970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1GS8PRWpQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/AwLA4JEGUBE/s320/paperchains.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1GQePRWpNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3lwu9BnP-yg/s1600-R/paperchains.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're also preparing for Advent, which begins tomorrow night. We'll light the fist candle at sunset, then have a special dinner: ham, stuffing, rolls and Bean's homemade sugar cookies for dessert. I always feel like Advent is the "official" start of the Christmas season and I LOVE it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-7135198968195016955?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/7135198968195016955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=7135198968195016955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/7135198968195016955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/7135198968195016955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/paper-chains.html' title='Paper Chains'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1GTE_RWpRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BlX3AwqsZqM/s72-c/colouring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-278936609987627146</id><published>2007-11-30T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:24.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1DPCvRWpLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ue_zlUlo3_4/s1600-R/sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138834820785677490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1DPCvRWpLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xXNjPzscuJo/s320/sisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was so concerned, at first, about changing our family and adding another baby. Bean was my only child and I was afraid of upsetting the beautiful and delicate relationship that existed between the two of us.  Now, of course, I can't imagine our family without our little Love Bug and I treasure moments like these, when I realize that the gift of a sibling was the most amazing gift I could give my Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-278936609987627146?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/278936609987627146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=278936609987627146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/278936609987627146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/278936609987627146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/11/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R1DPCvRWpLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xXNjPzscuJo/s72-c/sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-5951434502979357162</id><published>2007-11-25T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:20:06.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Twas the night before solstice . . .</title><content type='html'>'Twas the night before Solstice and all through the house&lt;br /&gt;Not a creature was stirring, not even our pet mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knitted wool stockings were hung with care,&lt;br /&gt;in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were tucked in organic cotton sheets,&lt;br /&gt;the air filter blocking pollution from the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While mama stayed up to make handmade gifts,&lt;br /&gt;I co-slept with the kids and watched auras shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When out in the herb garden arose such a clatter&lt;br /&gt;I sprung out of our futon to see what was the matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away to the solar panels I flew like a flash.&lt;br /&gt;They took me hours to install, I hoped they hadn't crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crystals we'd laid out to absorb the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Sparkled like fairydust and blocked my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,&lt;br /&gt;but a miniature sleigh without any reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment I knew that the little old man&lt;br /&gt;had received my last letter so bold and so grand:&lt;br /&gt;Could you stop using reindeer? Last year I wrote him,&lt;br /&gt;and enclosed with the note a PETA pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he neared the house in his all-wooden sleigh&lt;br /&gt;I noticed it was powered by wheatgrass and hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ostheimer! Kinderkram! Stockmar! Fair Trade!&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother landing if the toys aren't handmade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Ariana," I called to her with chagrin,&lt;br /&gt;"With that body mass do you think he's vegetarian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paused only a moment from her crafting and said,&lt;br /&gt;"One moment dear! I'm shaping this Waldorf doll's head!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our roof I strained to hear the ole boy,&lt;br /&gt;but I'd recently insulated it with soy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drew in my hand and was turning around,&lt;br /&gt;when in through the front door came St. Nick with a bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Advent wreath had caught in his hair&lt;br /&gt;As I said, "Why in the world did you enter from THERE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The soot in your chimney contains poisons galore.&lt;br /&gt;You should consider the environment more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was dressed in fur from his head to his foot&lt;br /&gt;So I said, "Look whose talking about my soot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bundle of felt he had flung on his back.&lt;br /&gt;"I hope you like handiwork,"he said with a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples were treats!&lt;br /&gt;His cheeks reminded me of when I dye silk with beets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must be of the choleric type I mused.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing with lavender the stockings I infused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his fur boots he slipped on the bamboo wood floor.&lt;br /&gt;I offered him Arnica and then closed the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that I'd paid to the energy company this year,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want one bit of that cold air in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a broad face and a little round belly,&lt;br /&gt;I asked him, "Have you seen your naturopath lately?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so chubby and plump I worried for his health,&lt;br /&gt;but I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke not a word, but went straight to task,&lt;br /&gt;needle-felting dragons and weaving a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knitted a pure cotton sweater and two pairs of mittens,&lt;br /&gt;then picked up a knife and carved two wooden kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finger-knitted an entire nativity scene,&lt;br /&gt;with the most amazing skill I'd ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he sprang from his seat on the floor and arose I yelled,&lt;br /&gt;"Arianna -watch - there he goes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the unfinished doll she was struggling to sew,&lt;br /&gt;Ariana went to watch him out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight!&lt;br /&gt;"Ariana, my dear, the stiches are too tight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Written by Kristie Burns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-5951434502979357162?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/5951434502979357162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=5951434502979357162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/5951434502979357162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/5951434502979357162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/11/twas-night-before-solstice.html' title='&apos;Twas the night before solstice . . .'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-2653363694877129742</id><published>2007-11-23T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:24.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for Saint Nicholas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R0cz0xTocAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tQohjH1IHGE/s1600-h/real-saint-nicholas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136130881721233410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R0cz0xTocAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tQohjH1IHGE/s320/real-saint-nicholas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are a couple of good Saint Nicholas links for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stnicholascenter.org/Brix?pageID=482"&gt;http://www.stnicholascenter.org/Brix?pageID=482&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stnicholascenter.org/Brix?pageID=631"&gt;http://www.stnicholascenter.org/Brix?pageID=631&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's customary for Saint Nicholas to leave chocolate initials in each child's shoe - here's where we're getting ours from this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dereuze.com/pimarket/dept.asp?s%5Fid=0&amp;amp;dept%5Fid=3087&amp;amp;WT%2Esvl=deptnav1"&gt;http://www.dereuze.com/pimarket/dept.asp?s%5Fid=0&amp;amp;dept%5Fid=3087&amp;amp;WT%2Esvl=deptnav1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-2653363694877129742?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/2653363694877129742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=2653363694877129742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/2653363694877129742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/2653363694877129742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/11/preparing-for-saint-nicholas-day.html' title='Preparing for Saint Nicholas Day'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R0cz0xTocAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tQohjH1IHGE/s72-c/real-saint-nicholas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-9118405415737560928</id><published>2007-11-23T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T11:10:12.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Conversations Heard at Our House</title><content type='html'>While decorating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't let Love Bug eat baby Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give her back the angel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, the wise men fit in the covered wagon. Give me back the wise man!  She put the wise man in her mouth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bean, don't call him Jees, for short. It's baby Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Joy to the World!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-9118405415737560928?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/9118405415737560928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=9118405415737560928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/9118405415737560928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/9118405415737560928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-conversations-heard-at-our.html' title='Christmas Conversations Heard at Our House'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-4377402396513750331</id><published>2007-11-17T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:24.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimmer Lantern, Glimmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R0DviW_pYkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/n3AmJ2Okpx0/s1600-h/lanterns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134366948769489474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R0DviW_pYkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/n3AmJ2Okpx0/s320/lanterns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night we finally had our lantern walk with our homeschooling group. It was scheduled for last Friday, but postponed due to rain. I must say, it was blissfully worth the wait. Seven families, fifteen children - it was a really beautiful evening. We sand lantern songs while we walked, then converged back at a group member's home for a bonfire and s'mores. It was cold! The van's outdoor thermometer read "37 degrees" on our way home, but no one seemed to notice. The children played in the backyard, the adults talked around the bonfire. A desire for get-togethers just like this one was truly the reason I started this homeschool group. I decided it was too cold and LoveBug was too little to attend, so she stayed home with Daddy. It was just me and the Bean. We both had a total BLAST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-4377402396513750331?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/4377402396513750331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=4377402396513750331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/4377402396513750331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/4377402396513750331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/11/glimmer-lantern-glimmer.html' title='Glimmer Lantern, Glimmer'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/R0DviW_pYkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/n3AmJ2Okpx0/s72-c/lanterns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-1247356932361161511</id><published>2007-11-11T11:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:24.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Veteran's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RzcqBnP2OxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iGGMiEl_LmI/s1600-h/veteransday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131616507615656722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RzcqBnP2OxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iGGMiEl_LmI/s320/veteransday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A special thank you to Bean and Love Bug's Granddaddy - and all the veterans who have served this country. Freedom has many difficulties and democracy is not perfect, but we live in a wonderful country and we are blessed to have men and women who stand up and defend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all the veterans at home, abroad and those who made the ultimate sacrifice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-1247356932361161511?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/1247356932361161511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=1247356932361161511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/1247356932361161511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/1247356932361161511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veteran&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RzcqBnP2OxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iGGMiEl_LmI/s72-c/veteransday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-2593552214173523612</id><published>2007-11-11T11:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:24.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Martinmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RzcnjnP2OvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/naasxsigH9s/s1600-h/StMartin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131613793196325618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RzcnjnP2OvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/naasxsigH9s/s320/StMartin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One bitterly cold winter evening, the young Martin rode through the gates of Amiens on his fine, proud horse. He was dressed in the regalia of his military unit: gleaming armor, a bright helmet and a beautiful white cloak, lined with lambs wool. It was nearly freezing outside, but his thick cloak kept him warm. He was hardly aware of the cold. But then, as he approached the gates of the town, he saw a poor man, a beggar, dressed with clothes so ragged that he was practically bare. The man was shaking and blue with cold, but no one reached out to help him. People would pass through the gates, looking straight ahead, so their eyes would not meet with those of the poor, desperate man. Martin, seeing this, was overcome with compassion. He rode straight to poor man and took off his white cloak. And with one stroke of his sword he tore the lovely mantle in two. He wrapped half of the cloak around the freezing man and the other half around his own shoulders.The people nearby watched in amazement. To see a fine military officer do such a lowly thing was a ridiculous site to many, but others were touched by the goodness that Martin showed.  That night, Martin was visited by an angel - the angel looked so familiar, and he was wearing the half of the cloak Martin had given to the poor beggar.  The angel thanked Martina forhis kindness told Martin that the lightof God shone brightly in him.  On Martinmas, The Feast of St Martin, we carry lanterns on a lantern walk to symbolize the light of God that shone brightly in St Martin and the light of God that should shine brightly in us as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-2593552214173523612?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/2593552214173523612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=2593552214173523612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/2593552214173523612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/2593552214173523612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/11/martinmas.html' title='Martinmas'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RzcnjnP2OvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/naasxsigH9s/s72-c/StMartin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-1593145282842430327</id><published>2007-11-07T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:24.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I took the pledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.buyhandmade.org"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130287614669503202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RzJxZ3P2OuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BZWsf3eR9Zc/s320/pledge250x250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Buy your children safe toys. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buy toys and clothing and gifts made by a work-at-home-mama, with love and not something made in a factory by the company that was the lowest bidder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buy something beautiful not something mass-produced.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buy something worthy of the amazing, wonderful, priceless gift that is your child. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buy handmade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For a list of online handmade shops, visit www.buyhandmade.org&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-1593145282842430327?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/1593145282842430327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=1593145282842430327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/1593145282842430327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/1593145282842430327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-took-pledge.html' title='I took the pledge'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RzJxZ3P2OuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BZWsf3eR9Zc/s72-c/pledge250x250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-5856670261143529840</id><published>2007-11-07T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:52:28.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bitter Homeschooler's Wish List</title><content type='html'>Ok - I just thought a few of these were too funny not to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Secular Homeschooling Magazine, Issue #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Please stop asking us if it's legal. If it is — and it is — it's insulting to imply that we're criminals. And if we were criminals, would we admit it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Learn what the words "socialize" and "socialization" mean, and use the one you really mean instead of mixing them up the way you do now. Socializing means hanging out with other people for fun. Socialization means having acquired the skills necessary to do so successfully and pleasantly. If you're talking to me and my kids, that means that we do in fact go outside now and then to visit the other human beings on the planet, and you can safely assume that we've got a decent grasp of both concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quit interrupting my kid at her dance lesson, scout meeting, choir practice, baseball game, art class, field trip, park day, music class, 4H club, or soccer lesson to ask her if as a homeschooler she ever gets to socialize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't assume that every homeschooler you meet is homeschooling for the same reasons and in the same way as that one homeschooler you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Please stop telling us horror stories about the homeschoolers you know, know of, or think you might know who ruined their lives by homeschooling. You're probably the same little bluebird of happiness whose hobby is running up to pregnant women and inducing premature labor by telling them every ghastly birth story you've ever heard. We all hate you, so please go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We don't look horrified and start quizzing your kids when we hear they're in public school. Please stop drilling our children like potential oil fields to see if we're doing what you consider an adequate job of homeschooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We didn't go through all the reading, learning, thinking, weighing of options, experimenting, and worrying that goes into homeschooling just to annoy you. Really. This was a deeply personal decision, tailored to the specifics of our family. Stop taking the bare fact of our being homeschoolers as either an affront or a judgment about your own educational decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Please stop questioning my competency and demanding to see my credentials. I didn't have to complete a course in catering to successfully cook dinner for my family; I don't need a degree in teaching to educate my children. If spending at least twelve years in the kind of chew-it-up-and-spit-it-out educational facility we call public school left me with so little information in my memory banks that I can't teach the basics of an elementary education to my nearest and dearest, maybe there's a reason I'm so reluctant to send my child to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If my kid's only six and you ask me with a straight face how I can possibly teach him what he'd learn in school, please understand that you're calling me an idiot. Don't act shocked if I decide to respond in kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stop assuming that because the word "home" is right there in "homeschool," we never leave the house. We're the ones who go to the amusement parks, museums, and zoos in the middle of the week and in the off-season and laugh at you because you have to go on weekends and holidays when it's crowded and icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't ask my kid if she wouldn't rather go to school unless you don't mind if I ask your kid if he wouldn't rather stay home and get some sleep now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you can remember anything from chemistry or calculus class, you're allowed to ask how we'll teach these subjects to our kids. If you can't, thank you for the reassurance that we couldn't possibly do a worse job than your teachers did, and might even do a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stop saying that my kid is shy, outgoing, aggressive, anxious, quiet, boisterous, argumentative, pouty, fidgety, chatty, whiny, or loud because he's homeschooled. It's not fair that all the kids who go to school can be as annoying as they want to without being branded as representative of anything but childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stop saying, "Oh, I could never homeschool!" Even if you think it's some kind of compliment, it sounds more like you're horrified. One of these days, I won't bother disagreeing with you any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-5856670261143529840?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/5856670261143529840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=5856670261143529840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/5856670261143529840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/5856670261143529840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/11/bitter-homeschoolers-wish-list.html' title='The Bitter Homeschooler&apos;s Wish List'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-8646293054244252623</id><published>2007-11-04T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:25.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween from the Bean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Ry57lS_EMcI/AAAAAAAAADU/jVDSr8a5JBk/s1600-h/halloweenbean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129172906303304130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Ry57lS_EMcI/AAAAAAAAADU/jVDSr8a5JBk/s320/halloweenbean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're still here!!! We've been crazy busy, starting a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt; group, organizing a buying co-op . . . finding out that the new baby is a girl. =) =) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah - the power of three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, we're preparing for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Martinmas&lt;/span&gt; lantern walk on Friday. We're making Bean's lantern from a 24oz Ball canning jar. She's gluing on tissue paper to decorate it and, the beauty of using a canning jar is that we can wrap the wire handle around the outer ring of the lid and secure it that way. Bean picked out some snazzy coloured beads to thread onto her wire handle. She's a snazzy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is German - which Bean and I both love and we are learning SO much!! Thursday we'll be candle dipping and Friday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;will be&lt;/span&gt; our lantern walk with our new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt; group. It has been cold cold cold at night and I'm glad I ordered long johns early this year! Hope you all have a wonderful week ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-8646293054244252623?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/8646293054244252623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=8646293054244252623' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8646293054244252623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8646293054244252623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-halloween-from-bean.html' title='Happy Halloween from the Bean'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Ry57lS_EMcI/AAAAAAAAADU/jVDSr8a5JBk/s72-c/halloweenbean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-3987243226135955318</id><published>2007-10-18T08:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:25.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Harvest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RxdMOOxDNvI/AAAAAAAAADE/9dQ2EwkX-Bo/s1600-h/pumpkinharvest4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122646908522936050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RxdMOOxDNvI/AAAAAAAAADE/9dQ2EwkX-Bo/s320/pumpkinharvest4a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pumpkin picking time! We have had a wonderful time this summer watching the pumpkins grow. Bean and I prepared the beds in May and planted several things, including pumpkins. Their vines wove through the rabbit guard to spread out into the yard and through the gaps in the wooden fence. One climbed the wooden picnic table and another climbed a tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first green teeny-watermelon-looking pumpkins made their appearance, there was quite a bit of celebrating on the part of the Bean (and me too.)  It was so neat to go out to water the garden and find another one popped up, overnight, it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after dinner, we brought in all five of our organic pumpkins! Bean could not stand to leave them on the front porch, so they are residing happily around the plant stand, beneath our peace plant.  In a week or so, we'll harvest the seeds, make Jack O'lanterns and begin planning next year's garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-3987243226135955318?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/3987243226135955318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=3987243226135955318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3987243226135955318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3987243226135955318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/10/pumpkin-harvest.html' title='Pumpkin Harvest!'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RxdMOOxDNvI/AAAAAAAAADE/9dQ2EwkX-Bo/s72-c/pumpkinharvest4a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-6016086683013436539</id><published>2007-10-12T14:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:25.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wonderful day for a nature walk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Rw_F-uxDNuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/S9BKWLAW25Q/s1600-h/naturewalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120528982839867106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Rw_F-uxDNuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/S9BKWLAW25Q/s320/naturewalk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think the high was just under 60 degrees, slightly cloudy, a bit breezy -it was perfect! Today was the first get-together for our new Waldorf Families group. We had a total of five families, 12 kids - all of whom got along beautifully! Couldn't ask for anything better. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bean found tons of treasures during our mile-long walk, including poison ivy, which she touched. Thankfully, another Mama was on hand with an antibacterial wipe containing alcohol and we rubbed both her hads very well. I am happy to report, so far so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self -and anyone else -the "furry" brown vines that creep up along side trees are dead poison ivy and they can be quite nasty, even if they aren't still alive. Who can blame Bean for wanting to touch a furry brown vine? They're like the puppies of fall foliage! Except they have rabies, sadly. Well, now we know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather here has turned cooler - as in hats and jackets and layers for the Bean and the Little Love Bug. Yay fall!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-6016086683013436539?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/6016086683013436539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=6016086683013436539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/6016086683013436539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/6016086683013436539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-wonderful-day-for-nature-walk.html' title='What a wonderful day for a nature walk!'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Rw_F-uxDNuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/S9BKWLAW25Q/s72-c/naturewalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-4597589853382926913</id><published>2007-10-03T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:25.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RwPcvuxDNsI/AAAAAAAAACs/XWD_49y90k8/s1600-h/german.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117176314188740290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RwPcvuxDNsI/AAAAAAAAACs/XWD_49y90k8/s320/german.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She had her first German class yesterday and we LOVED it. After her one hour lesson, we came home to do the colouring sheet and she is already recognizing "violett, blau and rot" written out as ' purple, blue and red.'  The other colours, she can translate from memory. I am so impressed. Just shows how fast little people can learn when they LOVE it! =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she wanted to do more German colouring worksheets, of which we had none.  So,  we worked up some autumn leaves and I wrote the colours out on those and she was content with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is watercolour day, though it was postponed until after nap due to a case of crankiness. Bean and Love Bug are both sleeping now and hopefully everyone will wake up happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-4597589853382926913?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/4597589853382926913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=4597589853382926913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/4597589853382926913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/4597589853382926913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/10/she-had-her-first-german-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RwPcvuxDNsI/AAAAAAAAACs/XWD_49y90k8/s72-c/german.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-822635512806785822</id><published>2007-10-01T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:25.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RwFBvuxDNrI/AAAAAAAAACk/zX6MQBn8O7Y/s1600-h/DSC_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116442939933013682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RwFBvuxDNrI/AAAAAAAAACk/zX6MQBn8O7Y/s320/DSC_0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the way we bake the bread so early Monday morning. ok, so technically, this was Saturday morning. =) =) We pushed bread baking up a couple of days to prepare for dinner on Michaelmas. Also, "This is the way we go check for new paint samples to lazure your bedroom. . ." just didn't have the same ring to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, however, Monday is our baking day. We'll be using recipes from the Tassajara Bread Book and the Waldorf Kindergarten Snack Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the weather gets a bit cooler, we'll break out The Waldorf School Book of Soups on other days during the week. Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-822635512806785822?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/822635512806785822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=822635512806785822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/822635512806785822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/822635512806785822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-way-we-bake-bread-so-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RwFBvuxDNrI/AAAAAAAAACk/zX6MQBn8O7Y/s72-c/DSC_0288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-2071635521632600647</id><published>2007-09-29T21:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:26.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michaelmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Rv8DdexDNoI/AAAAAAAAACM/QbtKvtMdCiY/s1600-h/michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115811506726057602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Rv8DdexDNoI/AAAAAAAAACM/QbtKvtMdCiY/s320/michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God had made Heaven and the Earth and all the Angels and all the extra important Angels, called Archangels. One Archangel was called Gabriel. He was the one that God sent to tell Mary that she was to become the mother of Jesus. Another Archangel was called Michael. Michael was "the Angel of the Lord", who was sent to Moses and Jacob and Abraham and to other people throughout the history of the world. Another Archangel was Lucifer, who was so beautiful that the other Angels called him the Son of the Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day Lucifer said to himself: "Why should God be the most important person in Heaven? Why, shouldn't I be? I am just as Important as God, and I shan't do what He tells me ever again. I shall fight Him and have Heaven for mine!"&lt;br /&gt;So, Lucifer went around Heaven, and he collected a lot of other Angels who also didn't want to be less Important than God, until he had a Great Army. Then they marched up to the Throne of God and said Proudly: "We are just as Important as You. Why should You be the King of Heaven any more than one of us? We are Strong and Proud and Beautiful, and we will fight You for the Kingdom of Heaven." God looked at them; then He said: "Lucifer, I created all things and I created you to be an angel." Lucifer said "I'd rather not be in Heaven at all than have You for my King, and so would all of us!" And behind him all the Rebel Angels shouted with a great shout: "We will follow Lucifer! Long live Lucifer! Let him reign over us in Heaven! WE DO NOT WANT GOD!" "Very well," said God, "if you don't want Me, you needn't have Me. But, if you want to fight for Heaven, you can if you think it will be any good." Then, God called Michael the Archangel, and made him gather together a Mighty Army of Angels who were on God's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was a Great Battle in Heaven--Michael and his Angels fighting with Lucifer; and, Lucifer fought, and his Angels fought; but, they did NOT win. And Michael drove Lucifer right out of Heaven, and he fell down, and down, and down to hell; and, all his bad angels were driven down after him, and as the last one disappeared from sight forever and the Gate of Heaven clanged shut, a great shout of rejoicing went up from Michael's Army.&lt;br /&gt;But, what happened to Lucifer and his Rebel Angels? Well, he was so furious and enraged at having lost his Battle with God that he has never gotten over it. You see, he is never allowed inside Heaven anymore forever and ever and ever; and, now that he can't go into Heaven anymore, he is angry about it. So, in Revenge, he does everything horrible to God that he can. His worst feeling is Jealousy; whom do you suppose he is jealous of? Us! Why? Because when Jesus was crucified, He opened the Kingdom of Heaven for us to go in! So Lucifer, whose other name is Satan, or the Devil, is furious because we Ordinary People are allowed into Heaven, and he, an Archangel, is not. So, he and his angels (or demons) try always and always to stop us going into Heaven by giving us bad Ideas, and making us do things that we know are wrong, so as to hurt God. So, whenever you want to do or say something horrid, think of the Great Battle in Heaven and remember that it is Lucifer trying to keep you on his side. If you don't do or say it, you have won and have stayed on God's side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Michael's Special Day is September 29th; it is the Feast of St. Michael, St. Gabriel and St. Raphael, and of All Angels, because of all the Angels who helped him win the Battle with Lucifer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-2071635521632600647?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/2071635521632600647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=2071635521632600647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/2071635521632600647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/2071635521632600647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/09/michaelmas.html' title='Michaelmas'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Rv8DdexDNoI/AAAAAAAAACM/QbtKvtMdCiY/s72-c/michael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-8040108534342603926</id><published>2007-09-26T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:26.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RvpTldx_ExI/AAAAAAAAAB0/alDk5vBJW30/s1600-h/falltree1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114492229947167506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RvpTldx_ExI/AAAAAAAAAB0/alDk5vBJW30/s320/falltree1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;! This is the first sign of fall in our yard! Bean was so excited. We've been keeping quite busy with park days and Irish dancing class. We also have a new Waldorf families group starting up, which I'm very excited about and Bean will start German next week! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're preparing for our Michaelmas Celebration on Saturday. We'll make Norwegian pancakes for breakfast, to go along with our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hungry Dragon&lt;/span&gt;" story and we'll have a big dinner that will include stuffing with apples and dragon bread. Dragon bread is just a regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yeasted&lt;/span&gt; bread (I'm using a recipe from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tassajara&lt;/span&gt; Bread Book) formed into the shape of a dragon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also been doing quite a bit of reading. Currently, I'm working on Melisa Nielsen's "A Journey Through Waldorf Homeschooling-Kindergarten. " I also seem to find myself pouring through Donna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Simmons'&lt;/span&gt; "Kindergarten With Your Three to Six Year Old," The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wynstone's&lt;/span&gt; Series' Autumn book and Annette &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Frontz&lt;/span&gt;'s Seasons of Joy Autumn Curriculum quite regularly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love fall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-8040108534342603926?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/8040108534342603926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=8040108534342603926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8040108534342603926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8040108534342603926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/09/woo-hoo-this-is-first-sign-of-fall-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RvpTldx_ExI/AAAAAAAAAB0/alDk5vBJW30/s72-c/falltree1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-4243204542510730710</id><published>2007-09-20T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T15:06:41.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waldorf Radio!</title><content type='html'>Yes, you read that right. Melisa Nielsen, of A Little Garden Flower, has begun live web-radio shows every Saturday. She has some awesome topics planned. I think, for most Waldorf homeschoolers, a huge chunk of their community is virtual and I think this is such a great way to bring that community together. We can become the WWW- The World Wide Waldorf! LOL! Ok, that's my term. Please don't blame Melisa for my corny Waldorf jokes - I told you in my very first post that I am a Steiner geek, so don't look so surprised. ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway-check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dootieproductions.com/archived_radio_shows.htm"&gt;http://www.dootieproductions.com/archived_radio_shows.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Melisa has really great resources on her site. I have the Kindy and First Grade books and they're wonderful! &lt;a href="http://www.alittlegardenflower.com/index.asp"&gt;http://www.alittlegardenflower.com/index.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-4243204542510730710?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/4243204542510730710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=4243204542510730710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/4243204542510730710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/4243204542510730710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/09/waldorf-radio.html' title='Waldorf Radio!'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-7568813801572315022</id><published>2007-09-20T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:26.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey North</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RvKz90DaR5I/AAAAAAAAABk/1TdgPLBTb5g/s1600-h/Monarch%2520Butterflies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112346401545275282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RvKz90DaR5I/AAAAAAAAABk/1TdgPLBTb5g/s320/Monarch%2520Butterflies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was our very first Clover Buds meeting and Bean had a blast! They learned all about the Monarch butterfly and she coloured a monarch butterfly and our Clover Buds group will be sending them to students in Mexico. In the spring, those students will send them back to us.  How cool is that??!!  My little Bean was a Monarch butterfly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fanatic&lt;/span&gt; by the time we left.  When she came home and told her Daddy all about the Monarch migrating to Mexico. She told him they started out as caterpillars but them formed a chrysalis and put on their butterfly clothes and when he came out he was a butterfly. She told him how butterflies have long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tongues&lt;/span&gt;, like straws and they curl them up when they fly. Then we went on line and registered with Journey North to report the scores of Monarch butterflies who have been dining at our butterfly bush over the last few days. We probably counted 10 of them at one time yesterday and, of course, there was nothing to do but run to the window and check as soon as we got home from Clover Buds. Sure enough - three beautiful orange and black visitors! Have I mentioned recently how much I love homeschooling -and not just because she gets to learn all this neat stuff, but because I get to experience it with her! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think maybe tomorrow we'll do a main lesson book / nature journal of sorts.  Bean can draw a picture of a monarch butterfly and then I'll write down all the wonderful things she remembers about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh - and for anyone who is interested, here is the link to Journey North:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.learner.org/jnorth/"&gt;http://www.learner.org/jnorth/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy butterfly tracking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.learner.org/jnorth/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-7568813801572315022?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/7568813801572315022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=7568813801572315022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/7568813801572315022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/7568813801572315022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/09/journey-north.html' title='Journey North'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RvKz90DaR5I/AAAAAAAAABk/1TdgPLBTb5g/s72-c/Monarch%2520Butterflies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-3498283996772903586</id><published>2007-09-18T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T21:55:15.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you are lucky enough to find a way of life you love</title><content type='html'>you have to find the courage to live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a week of soul searching, so to speak.  Though we had a nice week of homeschooling, so much of it felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disengenuine&lt;/span&gt;.  (Is that one of my made up, "trust-me-I-was-an-English-major" words?  If so, forgive me and chalk it up to my path-forging creativity, please. =) =)  ) I really had to stop and reevaluate what kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homeschooler&lt;/span&gt; I was and what is important to me - and most importantly, what I wanted for my little Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out about Waldorf two years before Bean was born and fell in love with it in a heartbeat. I just &lt;em&gt;knew &lt;/em&gt;that this beautiful, gentle, magical educational philosophy was the environment I wanted for my children.  Then, of course, you have children and it's time to "start school."  Droves of my friends and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;relatives&lt;/span&gt; children are off to KINDERGARTEN.  This is when you start to question - well, I was forced to question an educational philosophy that advocates no formal learning before age 7. That's two years away. Two years of relatives and friends discussing what their children are doing in conventional school, making my husband convinced that Bean is falling behind.  I begin to either look remiss as a homeschooling parent or lazy.  Or totally nuts.  Why isn't she reading? doing math? Such and such is learning this.  Shouldn't Bean be learning that by now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parade of future questions was a bit overwhelming. So I took time to examine what I thought to be important for my child, as far as her education is concerned.  The conclusions I came up with were as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She LOVES to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She is allowed to learn at her own pace, free from the pressures of what "everyone else" is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  She is a creative, happy, KID, who loves to run and laugh and get dirty and tell stories and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, but that's really enough. This week, I remembered what made me fall in love with Waldorf in the first place.  Childhood is a beautiful, magical, amazing time of wonder that flies by in a flash.  It should be cherished. Childhood is where we get our inner strength from, our character, our outlook on life, our ability to hope and dream and become, and it is gone in a blink, no matter what we do to try and slow that down.  So, what I realized is - what is the rush??!!  Higher math at 5 years old, drilling writing, numbers, even geography and science.  What are we rushing them towards? Adulthood will come, bringing with it bills and jobs and insurance payments and co-workers who drive you nuts and credit card debt and all that stress that comes with it.  Why are we rushing children through childhood? So they can sit in traffic that much sooner.  So we can educate the magic and wonder of childhood right out of them? You know what, adulthood is lurking just around the corner and it will be here far too quickly.  In my opinion, an amazing childhood is one of the best gifts I can give my children and I just think higher math and reading can wait a bit longer while she plays with dolls and tells stories and gets dirty and climbs trees. That was my week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother and friend from one of my online groups has this quote in her signature and when I saw it this week, it really seemed to encapsulate my week of introspection, so I thought I would fly it as my banner, my mantra and my battle cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the courage to live it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-3498283996772903586?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/3498283996772903586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=3498283996772903586' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3498283996772903586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3498283996772903586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-you-are-lucky-enough-to-find-way-of.html' title='If you are lucky enough to find a way of life you love'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-8221912529415701548</id><published>2007-09-10T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:26.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RuWcJs9MxaI/AAAAAAAAABc/g7f-vr07Kew/s1600-h/beeswaxanimals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108661042822301090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RuWcJs9MxaI/AAAAAAAAABc/g7f-vr07Kew/s320/beeswaxanimals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a productive homeschool day! =)=) Bean is so excited, every morning, to see what we will be doing. Today, among other things, we read the Creation Story and made beeswax animals. Bean made a turtle and he turned out super cute! We even conned Daddy into making a fish! Beeswax is great for little people just beginning to write because it strengthens their fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began a new book, "How to Make an Apple Pie and See the World," and I am anxiously awaiting notice that several other apple - themed books I have requested from the library are ready for pick up.  Bean is ready to make apple pie and apple cake and apple sauce.  She is steadily eating her way through the apples we picked at the orchard, so we better get busy cooking something before they are all gone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-8221912529415701548?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/8221912529415701548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=8221912529415701548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8221912529415701548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8221912529415701548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-beginning.html' title='In the Beginning'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RuWcJs9MxaI/AAAAAAAAABc/g7f-vr07Kew/s72-c/beeswaxanimals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-457720874780035603</id><published>2007-09-07T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:26.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days all in a row - like chocolate chips!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RuFu3s9MxZI/AAAAAAAAABU/ioD3CKdO4vg/s1600-h/chocolatechipmath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107485355654563218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RuFu3s9MxZI/AAAAAAAAABU/ioD3CKdO4vg/s320/chocolatechipmath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first week of homeschool comes to a close! I have to say that I have really had a good time with my little Bean. Today we finished up the 5 senses, began to make our 5 senses book -- she drew a copy of my ear in it and I must say I'm impressed! We practiced her alphabet and numbers, read a story, did some chocolate chip math - YUM! for everyone involved. Then she coloured a bit. Just to reinforce the visual connection between writing and reading from left to right, she coloured some shapes I drew out, from left to right, in order. She discusses this with me as she colours, because we don't call her "Princess Constant Chatter" for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She began by colouring the edges of the shapes and as she filled them in, she noted the different shapes she was creating inside the original shapes and the colours she was using. "This is kind of a yellow green. That one is a yellow green too, but it is more green than yellow. This one looks like pickles in a jar." Then she composed a song, as she coloured, about pickles in a jar high up on a shelf. Finally, for the last shape, she said "I'm going to colour this one my favourite colour, periwinkle --which she found right away. As she coloured in the oval, she said "Huh. I made a trapezoid. A trapezoid in my periwinkle oval."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny little Bean.  You see why I love homeschool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-457720874780035603?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/457720874780035603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=457720874780035603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/457720874780035603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/457720874780035603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/09/5-days-all-in-row-like-chocolate-chips.html' title='5 days all in a row - like chocolate chips!'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RuFu3s9MxZI/AAAAAAAAABU/ioD3CKdO4vg/s72-c/chocolatechipmath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-3048930701964005251</id><published>2007-09-06T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:26.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Pickin' Bean!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RuBKJM9MxYI/AAAAAAAAABM/X6vSPQEvM_s/s1600-h/apples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107163499395335554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RuBKJM9MxYI/AAAAAAAAABM/X6vSPQEvM_s/s320/apples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TONS of fun today!! We went apple picking with another homeschooling family. Bean picked a full half bushel BY HERSELF. If you ask her, she'll tell you its because she's in kindergarten now. I think we each ate at least three apples a piece in the orchard - they were that good. We're planning to make applesauce and the apple cake recipe from the book we're reading. Bean would like to can some and store them in the attic so we'll have apples all winter. I guess all our"Little House" reading has made quite an impression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little note for those gasping at the picture -- (Hi Mom. Hi Doodle) -- she's not nearly as high up as she looks. =) =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-3048930701964005251?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/3048930701964005251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=3048930701964005251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3048930701964005251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3048930701964005251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/09/apple-pickin-bean.html' title='Apple Pickin&apos; Bean!'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RuBKJM9MxYI/AAAAAAAAABM/X6vSPQEvM_s/s72-c/apples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-7543970142600040776</id><published>2007-09-05T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:27.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Rt8WBc9MxXI/AAAAAAAAABE/7BT34mv5pTs/s1600-h/letters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106824716669994354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Rt8WBc9MxXI/AAAAAAAAABE/7BT34mv5pTs/s320/letters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday my little Bean formed all of her letters with these very cool wooden pieces from the program "Handwriting Without Tears." Can't speak about the actual program, since all we have done is play with the letters. She's having a blast. She's written the alphabet out each morning and I can already see improvement after only 3 days! September is a review month for us and letters and numbers are things she already knows a bit about. We won't start any new stuff until October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also read a beautiful story called "The Apple Cake" today and Bean and I both loved it. Apples is something we're focusing on in September. I'm currently making several felt trees, followed by a woodsman and a fairy, so I can begin telling her "The Story of the Honest Woodsman" ASAP - I love this story also, but I just learned about it two days ago, so my props department is behind. =) =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-7543970142600040776?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/7543970142600040776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=7543970142600040776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/7543970142600040776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/7543970142600040776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/09/letters.html' title='Letters!'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Rt8WBc9MxXI/AAAAAAAAABE/7BT34mv5pTs/s72-c/letters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-3275441066430431957</id><published>2007-09-04T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:27.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Rt4GZ89MxVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gWy1ugTJonI/s1600-h/schoolyears-resolutions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106526070414034258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Rt4GZ89MxVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gWy1ugTJonI/s320/schoolyears-resolutions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly over at Pass the Torch: &lt;a href="http://2passthetorch.com/2007/08/28/school-years-resolutions-call-for-bloggers/"&gt;http://2passthetorch.com/2007/08/28/school-years-resolutions-call-for-bloggers/&lt;/a&gt;challenged homeschooling bloggers to write out our school year's resolutions, so here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. To do my very best to make sure that, no matter what, my little Bean will stay as excited about homeschool as she is right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. To remember learning is not a marathon or a sprint, its the most awesome road trip of all time. The ultimate "It's not about the destination, its about the journey."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. To stick to my Waldorf beliefs and WHY I know Waldorf is the best choice for our family, regardless of what *insert random child's name* &lt;insert&gt;&lt;insert&gt;is doing in kindergarten, or beyond, for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. To keep in mind there was no workbook or curriculum or "drills" to teach my sweet little one year old LoveBug how to walk, and yet, within two short months, she has gone from wobbling to RUNNING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. To cherish these girls' childhoods and the gift that they are to us all - even on days I am considering sending them to a military academy. =) =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-3275441066430431957?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/3275441066430431957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=3275441066430431957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3275441066430431957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3275441066430431957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-years-resolutions.html' title='School Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Rt4GZ89MxVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gWy1ugTJonI/s72-c/schoolyears-resolutions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-6838780285224850592</id><published>2007-09-03T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:27.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bean's First Day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RtwzY89MxRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-ebZaVNPLuc/s1600-h/homeschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106012581303993618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RtwzY89MxRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-ebZaVNPLuc/s320/homeschool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoes not required.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We began kindergarten with a candle lighting and a verse, then a circle and a story. Next, a bit of letters and a bit of writing and finished off the day by building a log cabin for Mary and Laura (we are three books into the Little House Series) closed with a circle and Bean went downstairs to the playroom with a Trader Joe's bag full of silks. I've heard some wooden blocks noises and some singing, as her kindergarten journey is off and running!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahead for September:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- apple picking, apple crafts, making butter, celebrating Michaelmas (The first of our fall festivals. Its a Waldorf thing - I wouldn't miss them for anything!), forming numbers out of beeswax, Bible stories, a bit more letters and writing and some chocolate chip math. =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-6838780285224850592?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/6838780285224850592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=6838780285224850592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/6838780285224850592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/6838780285224850592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/09/beans-first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='Bean&apos;s First Day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/RtwzY89MxRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-ebZaVNPLuc/s72-c/homeschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-3364702234518323352</id><published>2007-09-03T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:57:27.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing the Rainbow Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Rtw3xM9MxUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YSPeFCd3HuM/s1600-h/molly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106017395962332482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Rtw3xM9MxUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YSPeFCd3HuM/s320/molly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had such a wonderful morning at the park, celebrating with one of our fellow homeschoolers as she crossed the rainbow bridge. Crossing the rainbow bridge is a beautiful Waldorf ceremony signifying a child's moving from Kindergarten to the lower grades. Many Waldorf schools call it a Rose Ceremony, where the 8th graders buddy up with a rising first grader and present them a rose. Four years later, when those 8th graders graduate, the first graders (now 4th graders) present them with roses during the commencement ceremony. I love Waldorf and all of its beautiful ceremonies and festivals!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we met at this beautiful park not far from our houses and decorated one of the wooden bridges with silks of every colour. Molly wore a wreath of fresh flowers in her hair and carried a beautiful cosmo flower from her garden. Before she crossed, I told her what an exciting time it was to be entering first grade, how it becomes her responsibility to pass on what she learns to children who are younger than she is (she has 2 little sisters) and how I hope she always loves to learn. Then as we sang, she crossed the bridge from me and the younger children on one side, to her Mama waiting for her on the other side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Red, orange, golden, yellow and green,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The prettiest sight you've ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue and violet, shades to behold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heavenly wisdom before us unfold"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bean thought it was great and can hardly wait until it's her turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-3364702234518323352?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/3364702234518323352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=3364702234518323352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3364702234518323352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/3364702234518323352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/09/crossing-rainbow-bridge.html' title='Crossing the Rainbow Bridge'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbNRbulb6xc/Rtw3xM9MxUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YSPeFCd3HuM/s72-c/molly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-1196658136993185080</id><published>2007-08-24T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T09:28:01.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Completed!!!</title><content type='html'>Woo hoo! Found my last verse- a candle lighting verse for autumn! (Yes, as in the "one to light a candle" thing from the Waldorf funny below. Hey those things are only funny if they're true - and I already said I was a Steiner geek. Now you know I wasn't kidding. =)  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - a HUGE thank you to Annette Frontz and her Seasons of Joy Autumn Curriculum for this perfect Autumn candle lighting verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;em&gt;The sun it shines so warm and bright&lt;br /&gt;            It strengthens all I do.&lt;br /&gt;            Now let me take this bit of light&lt;br /&gt;            So I shine brightly too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked through all my Waldorf stuff and books and sites and could not find one I was happy with! If any of y'all are looking for really great Autumn material, you should definitely check out her site.  It's only 15.00 and it includes a planning form, photographs and 73 pages of material!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Annette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naturalfamily.50megs.com/whats_new.html"&gt;http://naturalfamily.50megs.com/whats_new.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-1196658136993185080?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/1196658136993185080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=1196658136993185080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/1196658136993185080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/1196658136993185080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/08/mission-completed.html' title='Mission Completed!!!'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-8528299087422876040</id><published>2007-08-24T00:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:10:31.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>September Kindergarten Circle</title><content type='html'>I've been working on ours for a couple of days and I finally finished it tonight.  Kind of.  I need one more verse and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OAM&lt;/span&gt;  (on a mission) but right now I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TST&lt;/span&gt; (too stinking tired) to deal with it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our official first day of school is September 3rd.  On the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we will begin our Little House unit study be reading &lt;em&gt;Going West&lt;/em&gt;, one of the My First Little House Books.  Bean has already read &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Little House on the&lt;/span&gt; Prairie&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;the Banks of&lt;/span&gt; Plum Creek&lt;/em&gt;, but I thought that &lt;em&gt;Going West&lt;/em&gt; would be a nice entry into the unit study. Then we are going to build a log cabin out of cardboard boxes. Specifically, washer and dryer boxes from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt;. There's a very cool site that we bought the rivets from (to hold the boxes together.)  It's &lt;a href="http://www.mrmcgroovys.com/"&gt;http://www.mrmcgroovys.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures of the whole event.  I made Bean a Little House apron to wear and I need to finish her matching prairie bonnet.  Little 1 year old Love Bug will be on hand to attempt to eat the rivets, knock over the card board boxes and provide the entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345530437668317964-8528299087422876040?l=placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/feeds/8528299087422876040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1345530437668317964&amp;postID=8528299087422876040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8528299087422876040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345530437668317964/posts/default/8528299087422876040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeofeasypassage.blogspot.com/2007/08/september-kindergarten-circle.html' title='September Kindergarten Circle'/><author><name>Merriconeag - Place of Easy Passage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345530437668317964.post-1510848371500914480</id><published>2007-08-23T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:00:40.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For all the Waldorf Mamas out there - just a little funny</title><content type='html'>Q. - How many anthroposophists does it take to screw in a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A.- I don't know. Steiner never gave an indication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. - How many Waldorf homeschool Co-op members does it take to screw in a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A. - Eight: One to propose the screwing in of the lightbulb, One to suggest we vote on voting on whether or not to screw in the lightbulb, One to post a poll online, One to phone the members not present at the meeting to ensure a consensus, One to post the poll results showing that we will, indeed, screw in the light bulb, One to read the verse, One to light the candle, and One to lead the closing song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. - How many Waldorf students does it take to screw in a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A. - None. That doesn't enter the curriculum until the higher grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.-  How many Waldorf parents does it take to screw in a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A. -  Two: One to consult with the teacher to decide that natural lighting would be more beneficial to the child and one to screw the darn thing in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.- How many Waldorf school graduates does it take to screw in a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A. - One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it made me laugh. I'm a Steiner geek. 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