Thursday, December 31, 2009

in the news!

Ever googled yourself? C'mon, admit it. It can be frustrating if you have a common-ish name (or even, not too common - I'm amazed at how many Shannons there are with a certain Spanish last name out there!). But I love googling Baruch's Lullaby. It's me, incognito! Sometimes I recognize the article (the author notified me) and sometimes it's a total surprise. You crafters and sellers should try it for yourself! Kind of a back-door way to find out what people think and what they are saying.

Here are a couple from December...

-The Art of Gifting Locally from the Alaska Dispatch

-the Deusprovidebit blog

...and you might've seen this if you saw it on the CAST thread on Etsy. It wasn't "google-able," but it was recognizable (by my sister-in-law, at least - thanks for the tip!) - and though the story is sad, the baby is precious, and his hat is cute, too!
Just pretend the caption under it says, "Knitted hat by Baruch's Lullaby." Because it was! Yay!

Wednesday, December 23, 2009


Feature in an EXPOSED treasury from VickiDiane coming are some of the pics!

Wait...what is an "exposed" treasury? VickiDiane has become a little famous for these. They are treasuries that expose the artist behind the shop...hence, the inclusion of ME in the photos. But they're also incredibly popular and always at the top of the "hot list," and bring in a ton of publicity. Which I love. That's all.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

rollin', rollin', rollin'...

Chamberlain rolled over two days ago, during a photo shoot! What a girl!

Tummy to back, two times, with big brothers and sister cheering her on...and then immediately showing off how well they can roll over, also ( was very impressive).

itty bitty kitty hat from Baruch's Lullaby


Wednesday, October 21, 2009

that time of year again!

The new yarn shipment is here! The new yarn shipment is here!!!

Time to break out the swift again!

Gus was fascinated, but cautious. The end.
Hey, psst...I know, I know, this is not the brilliant post that I alluded to last time. I don't even remember what I was going to post then, but I have a screaming baby now who's saying, "Daddy's not doing it right!" and she needs me. Must go.


You know what that means? Officially, "be back later." Unofficially, it means I was all ready to post something brilliant with photos and everything, but then heard a blood-curdling scream upstairs, followed by

"Afton hit me with the lance!!! I want him to go to time-out!!!"


Saturday, September 12, 2009

been there, done that

The Brothers Karamazov. Done. Finis.

And here's what Dostoevsky said about reforms:

"Reforms, when the ground has not been prepared for them, especially if they are institutions copied from abroad, do nothing but mischief! The ancient hell-fire was better."

I submit that the ground for health care reform has not been prepared - nor will it ever be, while our current commander in chief (gasp, choke) still sits on the waiting list for a cerebrum donor. Right behind Nancy Pelosi.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

slacking off

I know, I know. You have expectations. You come here and expect something witty and clever, like maybe a funny story about the kids, or something exciting going on in our lives, or, at the very least, my opinion on the latest political news which causes you to either cheer and clap or leave the page and not speak to me for a couple of weeks (insert shameless grin here)... but here it's been daaaaaaays and I've posted nothing.

Sorry. I've been...

...making mittens, mostly. I mean, aside from the nursing, burping, changing diapers, reading to kids, fixing owies, and breaking up fights that I figure you already know about. But aren't they pretty?

Also happening around here is The Harvest Party For The Sucky Gardener. Since our garden's been a bust for TWO YEARS in a row, I spent the better part of a Sunday re-potting plants and giving homes to all of my little snippings that have been growing in jars, wine bottles, and vases for the past year. They're much happier now.

I made Chamberlain another hat (I know, another one -but you can't be too young to properly accessorize). Cute, hmm? There's another one like it for sale at my shop!
I've learned (and remembered) things that you can and cannot do while nursing a baby. Example: you can read a book while knitting with double-points. You cannot wipe chunks of spit up down the back of your left shoulder with your left hand.

But alas - what I'm not doing is reading Don Quixote, this month's book for Colloquium...I've been spending way too much time with those rascally Karamazov boys. Still. But they start to grow on you after the first 400 pages.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009


Fellow CAST teammate Christie Cottage featured me on her blog today - check it out here!

Saturday, August 8, 2009

like a mosquito in a nudist colony

I had the blissful experience today of the day to myself, at home, just me and Chamberlain, knitting, nursing, reading, writing...I have a wonderful friend (a kindred spirit! Truly!) who took the three "big kids" (isn't it crazy how quickly they become big when there's a newborn in the house?) for the day and I was left here on the couch just wondering what to do - like I'd won the lotto and had no idea what to spend it on first.

I did NO HOUSECLEANING. The broom is still in the hallway where I left it this morning, with the dustpan and pile of dirt on the floor next to it. So there.

I guess I did do a couple of dishes...if you count the bowl and spoon I took out of the dishwasher for my lunch (which was soup).

And the bowl and spoon I took out of it for dinner. Which was, um, ice cream. Moose tracks, to be specific. YEAH, BABY!

I finished a book.

I took pics of Chamberlain in some new hats I made.

I sang louder than the ipod.

There were no timeouts, temper tantrums, spilled messes...and when they got home, we hugged and talked and had bedtime. A beautiful thing!

Monday, July 13, 2009


Chamberlain Sooth
11:21 pm
7 pounds 9 ounces
21 inches long

I am, at length, the happy mother of a daughter! Rejoice with me, all womanhood, for, lo! A champion of the cause is born! I have dedicated her to this work from the beginning. May she leave her impress on this world for goodness and truth.
~Elizabeth Cady Stanton, suffragist, abolitionist, and pro-life activist

Friday, July 3, 2009

in her own words

After checking various news sources and finding them all wanting, content with sensationally giving half-truths and speculation - I read Sarah Palin's actual speech.

The whole thing. You know, in context - which is how you won't get it from the various news sources who have all (ALL! amazing) chosen to pass on an account of the story as ignorant and biased as they are, with the expectation of keeping their readers equally ignorant and biased. So - for those of you willing and interested in doing more than just spouting off more half-truths and speculation, here is the link to Sarah's speech - which most news sources aren't giving out. It hurts their agenda.

Sarah's own words are HERE:

And in my own words...liberals who want to gloat should be afraid. Be very afraid. :)

Thursday, July 2, 2009

while we wait

This has been a sweet time of waiting and anticipation. Early labor started last Thursday so we've been taking it reeeeally easy around here and sticking pretty close to home.

Even the cats know something's up, and Sophie, in particular, has been sticking to me like...well, like white on Sophie.

I never got around to making this little girl her own baby sweater... so I took the easy route. No, no, no - the easy route is not to go to Target and buy some cheap made-in-China acrylic sweater (egad, what were you thinking?!?). The easy route is as follows: Find older brother's baby sweater. Add crocheted ruffles to bottom edge. Exchange plastic grey button for something fancier. Maybe gussy up the cuffs or collar with some scalloped edges. Finally, embroider white and pink flowers on it and viola! You have a very nice little girl's sweater.

I know. It's not done yet.

But!! I finally finished Chamberlain's blanket and hat! See? Mohair and cotton/wool blend out of my stash. My most ambitious project since then has been to sit at the little table with a huge Norman Rockwell puzzle that I picked up for a dollar last week at a garage sale. It goes like this: Sit with the puzzle for half an hour, do laundry for ten minutes. Sit with the puzzle for another half an hour, go to the bathroom, sweep the floor, and come back to the puzzle. Very taxing, I know. But add contractions to it and then you'll sympathize.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

chamberlain's shower

Chamberlain and I were completely spoiled by our shower last weekend! I arrived late (umm...make that very late) to find ten cars in my driveway and along the road, and everyone making themselves at home without me! (which was totally fine, of course!) But I wasn't the last to show up - a few more people came after me, so that made me feel better. :)
Having three kids already at home, the main thing we need is diapers! I know in some places it's completely unacceptable to have a shower for second, third, or subsequent children, but fortunately in Alaska it is not (we have other weird rules, like not wearing outside shoes in the house - a big no-no in most homes here).

And I am still taller than all of the diapers. So there.

A partied-out little dude - this is how I felt afterward, too, but I couldn't find anyone to carry me in a front pouch (sulk).

Sunday, May 31, 2009

love notes

A sweet surprise from the four-year-old..."Iree loovs mom aad dad."

And what my husband woke up to on his birthday, from our sweet eight-year-old (I had nothing to do with it)...

to make one thing clear

No -- as pro-life activists we are not rejoicing over the murder of late-term abortionist Dr. Tiller. His life could have turned around and he could have had an amazing story someday, and we are grieved that it was cut short and not allowed.

If we approved of killing people whose lives offended us, then we'd be for abortion, not against it.

Just thought that needed to be pointed out.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

just a bunch of "fringe extremists"

Radical? Okay. Extreme? Maybe. Dangerous? You betcha -- never underestimate the power of a pregnant, homeschooling, stay-at-home mom who actually reads the Constitution.

But fringe? You're kidding me, right?

Okay, I know it's kind of rare for people nowadays to actually know what kind of government America actually is (no, surprise! It's not a democracy!). America is - ready? - a Constitutional Federated Republic. I know, those are big words. Mr. Obama should look them up. But I guess if you're smart enough not to believe everything you hear from CNN, the New York Times, or TOTUS, you're fringe.

So...yeah, that's me (on the left). And I'm okay with that.

But I'm not alone! There were over 2000 of us "fringe extremists" just in little ol' Wasilla! And we are a small town!

The view from (almost) the front row.

And, yeah...the kids got a little bored during some of it - but according to my oldest, it was way better than doing math.

Afterward, our group took over half of our favorite coffee shop, where the kids were rewarded with hot cocoa, and the moms got espresso (yes, mine was decaf. Be nice). The minute they put a sin tax on lattes, I'm soooo going postal.

Monday, March 30, 2009

partnering with HeartReach

HeartReach Pregnancy Center in Wasilla is raising funds for ultrasound equipment and all of the particulars that go with such a program to support women and their families. Baruch's Lullaby has partnered with HeartReach and is donating 80% of sales from this section of the shop toward this project.

Or, you can go to the main page of the shop and on the right (under "Sections in this shop") click on the HEARTREACH BENEFIT. Spread the word! Pregnant moms deserve real options and truth, and ultrasounds go a long way toward delivering both.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

da belly - a quick photo update

Well, I told you it would be a quick update. Will blog something more brilliant and creative soon. Promise. ♥

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

[insert offending child's name here]

No one's exempt...and I know you've been there. Also please note that all of these incidents happened today, each child was an offender at least once, and it's not even 4 pm yet.

"Mommy, Mommy!!!! [offending child] poured gatorade all over the humidifier!"

Offending child in time out, jumping up and down while screaming, "I AM sitting quietly!!! I AM sitting quietly!!!" I turn to my oldest and ask, "Is it quiet in here?" and he looks around and immediately replies, "Yep, 'cept for [offending child]."

Offending child: "I threw my pencil and it landed on your desk and I made a scratch on it to show you exactly where it landed."
Me: "You scratched it on purpose just to show me?!"
Offending child, obviously rethinking confession a minute too late: "Um...yeah."

As I am typing the title of this blog, offending child is scrubbing crayon off the wall with baking soda, finishes, then comes to me and says, "I didn't need all of the baking soda so I just rubbed the extra on the floor." Oh, goody.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

drumroll, please...

It's a girl!!!

Her name is Chamberlain (see post below for explanation and a good history lesson, to boot). She's 18 weeks and weighs 1/2 pound, and is about as long from head to bottom as a snickers candy bar. She can open and close her eyes! We've never had 3D ultrasound before, so it was really amazing to get pictures of her like this. Sweet little face...aww.

someone you should know about

Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain was born in Brewer, Maine on September 8th, 1828. He was the oldest of five children. At the age of 20 he taught himself ancient Greek in order to pass his entrance exam to Bowdoin college. He became fluent in eight other languages as well: Latin, French, Spanish, Arabic, German, Hebrew, Italian and Syrian. After an additional three years in Bangor Theological Seminary he returned to a career in teaching at Bowdoin where he eventually taught every subject in the curriculum except science and mathematics.

In the summer of 1861, one year into the Civil War, he was enjoying a very promising, comfortable, blessed and rewarding life with his wife and children in Maine, a wealthy northern state whose soil was far away from the actual fighting. He had everything going for him, and plenty of sound reasons to remain in his safe academic and parental world. But he was dissatisfied. He had an aching desire to contribute to a cause he felt drawn to. It came down to a simple truth, alive within men of great destiny. He could not sit idly by while human beings were being denied their self-evident right to life and liberty. Not while he had the opportunity to do something about it. He submitted a request to enlist in the war but was denied by the university president. He then requested a sabbatical to study in Europe. When granted, instead of going to Europe he went directly to the enlistment office. He saw the battle before him, and he chose to reject apathetic complacency and went off to war.

He fought in many battles. Some he won and others he lost. He saw most of his men and many of his friends killed. He won many promotions and a chest full of medals. One day in particular in Pennsylvania he put a living definition on the word fortitude and just so happened to save the Union while doing so. Over the course of the war his body was shot and scarred and his many wounds plagued him with pain until the day he died, an old man in his bed in 1914 at the age 85. He had a long career before and after the Civil War, and many accomplishments worth reading about.

His name reflects a true and honorable example of what it means to stand firm and fight when it would be so much easier to sit it out or run away. He saw evil in the world and chose to engage it. He saw humans who were being denied the right to live, and their worth devalued to that of a commodity. Liberty was denied them by others who were too self-absorbed in their own comfort and ignorance to recognize the devastating result of their "personal" choices.

We live in such a world today. We have leaders in the highest levels of society and government who are on the wrong side of history. Generations will look back on us and the last 30 years and be unable to comprehend how we could tolerate the evil perpetrated against fellow human beings in the name of individual choice. Our grandchildren, or maybe, hopefully, our own children will look back on a long-gone era when abortion was prevalent and accepted and wonder how we could tolerate such unquestionable evil against our own children. How could we sit idly by when, like Chamberlain, we had the ability to do something about it?

Why would we name a little girl Chamberlain? So that our children would know there are some things that need to be fought for, and engage.

No nation can now shut itself up from the surrounding world, and trot round in the same old path of its fathers without interference. The time was when such could be done. Long established customs of hurtful character could formerly fence themselves in, and do their evil work with social impunity. Knowledge was then confined and enjoyed by the privileged few, and the multitude walked on in mental darkness.
-Frederick Douglas

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

just resting

A sacked-out little man, tuckered out from playing with buddies all day! I went to a baby shower and left the kids with the expectant mother's hero-husband while we had a fun girl's day out...Vin beat us home from work, though, and was able to drag the red-haired sack of potatoes out of the minivan for me.

And speaking of expectant's yours truly on a Sunday afternoon with two of my favorite buddies, completely wiped out after a strenuous day of church and watching football. We had our first appointment with the midwife on Monday and heard the baby's heartbeat (!!!) and I'm looking forward to enjoying food, knitting, and otherwise normal nausea-free life again in the very near future.