<?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-1730917649819750906</id><updated>2012-02-06T19:01:50.010+13:00</updated><category term='Willow Cottage'/><category term='Give A Child ...'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='Beautiful Natural Things'/><category term='Home education'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>BETHEL - NEW ZEALAND</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-95858916970743248</id><published>2012-02-05T19:32:00.018+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T19:59:14.712+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>GUIDED  TOUR  WITH   LITTLE  BROTHER  JOFFA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nVTxVVb_9jg/Ty4kmL2mYQI/AAAAAAAAAqk/PYgbNBJvcSs/s1600/SANY0463%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nVTxVVb_9jg/Ty4kmL2mYQI/AAAAAAAAAqk/PYgbNBJvcSs/s320/SANY0463%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705538016360423682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Brother Joffa hopped down from the table after tea and ran to the bathroom.   He carefully washed his hands and thought about what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Maybe I should go outside - it looks like a lovely evening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6wAEXSIwX0/Ty4kaZQl91I/AAAAAAAAAqY/Sc2UaknDEkk/s1600/SANY0459%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6wAEXSIwX0/Ty4kaZQl91I/AAAAAAAAAqY/Sc2UaknDEkk/s320/SANY0459%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705537813800679250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But - oh dear - on the way outside he got distracted by all the lovely threads, pins, braid and ric-rac in Mummy's sewing box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What is that beautiful orange stuff?"  he wondered.  He was just about to pull it all out and play with it but he remembered that Mummy had told him to Leave It All Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I must obey joyfully!"  he said.  "Obedience brings joy.  Disobedience brings trouble!"&lt;br /&gt;Little Brother Joffa jumped off the table and ran outside singing happily to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXX-9wNP7DQ/Ty4kOQw9GLI/AAAAAAAAAqM/-rF0hmHMZwM/s1600/SANY0467%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXX-9wNP7DQ/Ty4kOQw9GLI/AAAAAAAAAqM/-rF0hmHMZwM/s320/SANY0467%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705537605362063538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first lovely thing he stopped to look at was the fuschia plant.  Some of the flowers were open and they were bright pink with purple in the centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Shall I pull some flowers off?"  thought Little Brother Joffa.   "No!   That would be naughty.  I think I'll go and see Harry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2r7FRibEgA/Ty4kGZTVAiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/GazyNHcbyYU/s1600/SANY0470%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2r7FRibEgA/Ty4kGZTVAiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/GazyNHcbyYU/s320/SANY0470%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705537470214767138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Brother Joffa had a nice plump clover flower to feed to Harry.&lt;br /&gt;Harry gobbled it up gratefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d7yPQiajiGo/Ty4j_ZQwinI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Rxk5ehx0fjU/s1600/SANY0473%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d7yPQiajiGo/Ty4j_ZQwinI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Rxk5ehx0fjU/s320/SANY0473%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705537349944904306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Little Brother Joffa saw Bobby so he stopped for a chat, but Bobby just licked his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7gWaV_JwG48/Ty4j5iBnHSI/AAAAAAAAApo/XO3Eu8j3f14/s1600/SANY0480%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7gWaV_JwG48/Ty4j5iBnHSI/AAAAAAAAApo/XO3Eu8j3f14/s320/SANY0480%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705537249218075938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What beautiful dandelion clocks!"  said Little Brother Joffa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He took a big breath and BLEW AND BLEW!  All the little fluffy bits went dancing up into the air and floated gently down to the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qXoDVX7xILg/Ty4jzql3VbI/AAAAAAAAApc/cU_qPs_aZ_c/s1600/SANY0481%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qXoDVX7xILg/Ty4jzql3VbI/AAAAAAAAApc/cU_qPs_aZ_c/s320/SANY0481%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705537148438402482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Where shall I go next?"  Little Brother Joffa wondered.  "Perhaps if I climb the silk tree I will be able to get a better view."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He carefully climbed up and up until he could see all around the section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gNruYIAuUlA/Ty4jtoVxoPI/AAAAAAAAApQ/AAs_4UrGnkU/s1600/SANY0483%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gNruYIAuUlA/Ty4jtoVxoPI/AAAAAAAAApQ/AAs_4UrGnkU/s320/SANY0483%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705537044754833650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ah!  The strawberry patch!   I'll just go and see if there are any strawberries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Little Brother Joffa carefully climbed down the tree, ran to the strawberry patch and hunted around for strawberries, but he couldn't find any ripe ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu4pm3kwh4c/Ty4jmcA6koI/AAAAAAAAApE/2VToJ7nsQ1Y/s1600/SANY0485%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu4pm3kwh4c/Ty4jmcA6koI/AAAAAAAAApE/2VToJ7nsQ1Y/s320/SANY0485%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705536921187029634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next he visited the lavender patch and spent quite a while listening to the bees and smelling the lavender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRgwhR8z6Cs/Ty4jeAr9mdI/AAAAAAAAAo4/BzEhRMP0mLA/s1600/SANY0490%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRgwhR8z6Cs/Ty4jeAr9mdI/AAAAAAAAAo4/BzEhRMP0mLA/s320/SANY0490%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705536776412436946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to the lavender were the towering sunflowers.  They were much much taller than Little Brother Joffa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pRCaKcgtp7c/Ty4jXNDkhAI/AAAAAAAAAos/ZL2zGlXibrk/s1600/SANY0492%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pRCaKcgtp7c/Ty4jXNDkhAI/AAAAAAAAAos/ZL2zGlXibrk/s320/SANY0492%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705536659473597442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I wonder what this is?"  puzzled Little Brother Joffa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy1u4b7ZdJ4/Ty4jQxCkeCI/AAAAAAAAAog/TI-8w8TZssg/s1600/SANY0493%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy1u4b7ZdJ4/Ty4jQxCkeCI/AAAAAAAAAog/TI-8w8TZssg/s320/SANY0493%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705536548873992226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ah!  This is an almond in it's fuzzy jacket."  He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJkZrWKUShE/Ty4jJyHsdMI/AAAAAAAAAoU/6LcK-X6rYmw/s1600/SANY0497%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJkZrWKUShE/Ty4jJyHsdMI/AAAAAAAAAoU/6LcK-X6rYmw/s320/SANY0497%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705536428904838338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "And some juicy plums nearly ready to pick - but I won't pick them.  Oh no!  I won't!  That would be VERY naughty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm0fuJF5j8w/Ty4jCWUUXsI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ZfykGjTmxvM/s1600/SANY0499%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm0fuJF5j8w/Ty4jCWUUXsI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ZfykGjTmxvM/s320/SANY0499%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705536301182508738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "These apples arn't quite ready yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5rPzD0qKnY/Ty4i8P1Ac2I/AAAAAAAAAn8/qHJUQmtfzbE/s1600/SANY0500%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5rPzD0qKnY/Ty4i8P1Ac2I/AAAAAAAAAn8/qHJUQmtfzbE/s320/SANY0500%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705536196361352034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oh!  What beautiful flowers!  I wonder what they are called?  I will ask Mummy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J6ZS4U8KIp4/Ty4i1UpAt5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/8wCkH1wiUjw/s1600/SANY0501%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J6ZS4U8KIp4/Ty4i1UpAt5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/8wCkH1wiUjw/s320/SANY0501%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705536077394130834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Brother Joffa felt rather puffed out after his tour of the section, so he toddled inside to chat to Mummy about everything he had seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have all enjoyed this tiny little tour of our section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished making Little Brother Joffa today - I was going to sell him on Trademe, but when I finished I was rather embarrassed about my sewing.  It is definitely Family Quality - not Selling Quality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Little Brother Joffa won't be sold.    He will live here.  And I think he'll have quite a nice life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-95858916970743248?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/95858916970743248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=95858916970743248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/95858916970743248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/95858916970743248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2012/02/guided-tour-with-little-brother-joffa.html' title='GUIDED  TOUR  WITH   LITTLE  BROTHER  JOFFA'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nVTxVVb_9jg/Ty4kmL2mYQI/AAAAAAAAAqk/PYgbNBJvcSs/s72-c/SANY0463%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-8685874393802036811</id><published>2012-02-03T16:18:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T16:25:35.957+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give A Child ...'/><title type='text'>GIVE  A  CHILD  LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLSDGfwRiqs/TytSNHgHlnI/AAAAAAAAAnk/2VqSPuUoqr8/s1600/SANY0116%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLSDGfwRiqs/TytSNHgHlnI/AAAAAAAAAnk/2VqSPuUoqr8/s320/SANY0116%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704743738300405362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two little men had a busy day and were fast asleep minutes after they got into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that our 4 year old had made a bed for his dolly - all by himself.    I almost melted when I saw how lovingly he had tucked Daddy Joffa in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Daddy Joffa has been helping us discuss obedience.   Daddy Joffa was going to jump out the window!  He had chosen to be disobedient and naughty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 4 year old listened to Mummy telling the "jumping out the window" story with wide eyes, and when we got to the bit where Daddy Joffa was just about to jump out the window he snatched him away and held him tight.   He didn't want his dolly to make the wrong decision.  He helped him to obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obedience brings joy.&lt;br /&gt;Disobedience brings trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-8685874393802036811?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/8685874393802036811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=8685874393802036811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8685874393802036811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8685874393802036811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2012/02/give-child-love.html' title='GIVE  A  CHILD  LOVE'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLSDGfwRiqs/TytSNHgHlnI/AAAAAAAAAnk/2VqSPuUoqr8/s72-c/SANY0116%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-4218590242128300546</id><published>2012-02-01T19:49:00.009+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:06:27.581+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>FAMILY QUALITY  vs  VISITOR QUALITY  (subtitled An Apology To My Sister-In-Christ)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2h60oR9pL5E/TyjhYqeB8LI/AAAAAAAAAnY/y8ZEH-yzvc4/s1600/SANY0374%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2h60oR9pL5E/TyjhYqeB8LI/AAAAAAAAAnY/y8ZEH-yzvc4/s320/SANY0374%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704056741898088626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we pretend to be something we're not.  People that know us know that.  What we show to the work is what we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one of our boys just pointed out the "Family Quality  vs  Visitor Quality" thing, and I have started noticing it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plate of blueberry mini-muffins above were the Visitor Quality ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62R7M3qPI5Q/TyjhRwM-CDI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Jx4tG6cZHsQ/s1600/SANY0373%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62R7M3qPI5Q/TyjhRwM-CDI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Jx4tG6cZHsQ/s320/SANY0373%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704056623178057778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The muffins on the brown plate were Family Quality.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VdUR5Kzn2ec/TyjhI3EVKbI/AAAAAAAAAnA/G7lRPfOEvmo/s1600/SANY0377%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VdUR5Kzn2ec/TyjhI3EVKbI/AAAAAAAAAnA/G7lRPfOEvmo/s320/SANY0377%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704056470402050482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were perfectly acceptable as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WU1uLIsFFEg/TyjhCN1GTII/AAAAAAAAAm0/KgCoCTfzF6g/s1600/SANY0378%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WU1uLIsFFEg/TyjhCN1GTII/AAAAAAAAAm0/KgCoCTfzF6g/s320/SANY0378%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704056356253092994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My frumpy old grey and pink striped apron is Family Quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckFpip-D08o/Tyjg8C-PjZI/AAAAAAAAAmo/kDpyirfOf64/s1600/SANY0383%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckFpip-D08o/Tyjg8C-PjZI/AAAAAAAAAmo/kDpyirfOf64/s320/SANY0383%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704056250259443090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My floral apron is Visitor Quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back I gently admonished a friend who was wearing her old (very old) worn out dress around the house because it didn't matter - it was just family who were seeing it.  I said that it did matter - her children had to look at her in that dress all day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As often, when I give "good advice" it comes back to get me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes glimpse at myself during the day and wonder what my children see when they look at me.  What do they notice?   It's not usually what I wear.  It's what I am to them, how I love them, how I speak to them.  And if I smile when I look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody here has ever complained about having to look at my boring old grey and pink striped, slightly stained apron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nobody minded the blueberry mini-muffins that had blueberries spilling out all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I told you off sister (I know you're reading this!) about your favourite ripped old blue dress.  Your children love you and they would never have noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-4218590242128300546?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/4218590242128300546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=4218590242128300546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4218590242128300546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4218590242128300546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2012/02/family-quality-vs-visitor-quality.html' title='FAMILY QUALITY  vs  VISITOR QUALITY  (subtitled An Apology To My Sister-In-Christ)'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2h60oR9pL5E/TyjhYqeB8LI/AAAAAAAAAnY/y8ZEH-yzvc4/s72-c/SANY0374%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-8652600570842188676</id><published>2012-02-01T19:41:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T19:49:01.436+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>SEW A SOFTIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--4nhJSG6XSc/TyjfQCHCQ_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/VWHeRwzcbL8/s1600/SANY0400%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1KvrVBe3AdI/Tyje2N9EPTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5wYBM8OnkEQ/s1600/SANY0387%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1KvrVBe3AdI/Tyje2N9EPTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5wYBM8OnkEQ/s320/SANY0387%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704053951104826674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - ok , I put my sewing machine away, but I still have the sewing softies bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAPemR8bvz0/Tyje-bHd04I/AAAAAAAAAmE/yBqqhXLahgs/s1600/SANY0389%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAPemR8bvz0/Tyje-bHd04I/AAAAAAAAAmE/yBqqhXLahgs/s320/SANY0389%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704054092077060994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsewing is much easier to pick up and put down, and doesn't interfere with the children too much.  However, there is a certain desire to finish a project once I start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xLSfCwBGYOo/TyjfEIlHK4I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/QwQmwDferrA/s1600/SANY0394%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xLSfCwBGYOo/TyjfEIlHK4I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/QwQmwDferrA/s320/SANY0394%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704054190180346754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then to go ahead and make three more to sell on &lt;a href="http://www.trademe.co.nz/toys-models/soft-toys/stuffed-animals/other/auction-445134736.htm"&gt;Trademe!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--4nhJSG6XSc/TyjfQCHCQ_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/VWHeRwzcbL8/s1600/SANY0400%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--4nhJSG6XSc/TyjfQCHCQ_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/VWHeRwzcbL8/s320/SANY0400%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704054394602013682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-8652600570842188676?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/8652600570842188676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=8652600570842188676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8652600570842188676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8652600570842188676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2012/02/sew-softie.html' title='SEW A SOFTIE'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1KvrVBe3AdI/Tyje2N9EPTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5wYBM8OnkEQ/s72-c/SANY0387%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-5938740077753449938</id><published>2012-01-31T10:52:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T11:00:43.503+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give A Child ...'/><title type='text'>GIVE A CHILD AN APPRECIATION FOR BEAUTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xonRbs2_cug/TycSNq1xr1I/AAAAAAAAAls/WQEYMmdJBAw/s1600/SANY9980%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX7_Inkwe4/TycRqi7KWdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3ULVK2ZXS80/s1600/SANY9978%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX7_Inkwe4/TycRqi7KWdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3ULVK2ZXS80/s320/SANY9978%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703546875715148242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Look baby!  A precious little flower!  It's so pretty.   See the beautiful lilac colour with the gentle white stripes coming from the centre.  See how the stripes go all the way to the edges?  What are the little pieces like inside?  Can you see them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Flower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yes, flower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "My flower?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Gentle with the flower ...  oops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xonRbs2_cug/TycSNq1xr1I/AAAAAAAAAls/WQEYMmdJBAw/s1600/SANY9980%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xonRbs2_cug/TycSNq1xr1I/AAAAAAAAAls/WQEYMmdJBAw/s320/SANY9980%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703547479135465298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Babies like to REALLY explore lovely things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose appropriate things for them to explore so their lives aren't full of "Don't Touch!"  "Stop!"  "Leave it!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to have a priceless Ming vase (!) then PUT IT AWAY while your precious ones are little.        :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-5938740077753449938?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/5938740077753449938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=5938740077753449938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5938740077753449938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5938740077753449938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2012/01/give-child-appreciation-for-beauty.html' title='GIVE A CHILD AN APPRECIATION FOR BEAUTY'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX7_Inkwe4/TycRqi7KWdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3ULVK2ZXS80/s72-c/SANY9978%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-2516639359403705924</id><published>2012-01-21T19:08:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T19:22:41.208+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give A Child ...'/><title type='text'>GIVE A CHILD A PLAY MAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M9KFkkIqykg/TxpWz0FN9AI/AAAAAAAAAlU/OAUsR5d8OIQ/s1600/SANY0333%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M9KFkkIqykg/TxpWz0FN9AI/AAAAAAAAAlU/OAUsR5d8OIQ/s320/SANY0333%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699963726544630786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the blog a few days ago, about "Breathing Space" for Mummies I mentioned playmats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to show that I did NOT make my little boys fancy, clever quilts that might be seen hanging on the wall at the local A&amp;amp;P Show with a FIRST prize ribbon on it - here's a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green bit is often a hill or a field, the blue is sea or a lake, there's a little jetty going onto the sandy beach ... it changes according to the game being played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason we had our playmats out this day was that everyone seemed to be antagonising everyone else ... well - when I say EVERYONE it was actually only the three youngest little boys, but of course, that made it feel like EVERYONE was being annoying (N.B.  Bobby the Pomeranian wasn't being annoying - he never is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we hauled out the playmats and separated everyone - each to his own mat - and gave each a share of blocks and a bit of a lecture about being happy with what you have been given because learning to be content is an extremely valuable character quality (they are actually getting the message about that!  Praise God!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - horrors!   Sorry -  I've just realised the children were playing with PLASTIC toys this day!  Nevermind - that's reality.  Some days are beautiful open-ended, imagination-inspiring natural toys, some days are PLASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duplo has been part of our lives for 18 years now, so it would seem a little odd if our current batch of little boys didn't play with Duplo trucks, cars, people, fences and animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duplo of course leads on to Lego.  And Lego - despite being VERY hard to keep contained in one area, and VERY painful to step on in the dark of night - is BRILLIANT for children's mental development, fine motor skills, play experiences ... oh ... and it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-2516639359403705924?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/2516639359403705924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=2516639359403705924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2516639359403705924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2516639359403705924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2012/01/give-child-play-mat.html' title='GIVE A CHILD A PLAY MAT'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M9KFkkIqykg/TxpWz0FN9AI/AAAAAAAAAlU/OAUsR5d8OIQ/s72-c/SANY0333%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-4714106133547151650</id><published>2012-01-20T19:53:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:57:34.293+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willow Cottage'/><title type='text'>VERY POPULAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U8J1AAr8rdM/TxkPqrtD16I/AAAAAAAAAlI/_zyP6gyjRh8/s1600/SANY0046%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U8J1AAr8rdM/TxkPqrtD16I/AAAAAAAAAlI/_zyP6gyjRh8/s320/SANY0046%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699604029374715810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still receiving orders for our very popular double-ended spoon teethers - handcrafted lovingly in our own workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great fun to oil them and see the beautiful colours of the wood coming through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three above are (from the top):  macrocarpa, radiata and rimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just drop me an email (details on our website) if you'd like to order some - we have a PayPal account so you can order them from anywhere in the world!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.willowcottage.co.nz"&gt;www.willowcottage.co.nz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-4714106133547151650?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/4714106133547151650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=4714106133547151650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4714106133547151650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4714106133547151650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2012/01/very-popular.html' title='VERY POPULAR!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U8J1AAr8rdM/TxkPqrtD16I/AAAAAAAAAlI/_zyP6gyjRh8/s72-c/SANY0046%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-6273771324984887023</id><published>2012-01-19T20:49:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:03:18.674+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Am9Tr3AJKT0/TxfOCCOxxkI/AAAAAAAAAk8/glFsSoFdaaQ/s1600/SANY9207%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Am9Tr3AJKT0/TxfOCCOxxkI/AAAAAAAAAk8/glFsSoFdaaQ/s320/SANY9207%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699250387814565442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is an excerpt from my booklet "Sunshine And Shower".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to do clever PDF download thingies, but if you'd like a copy of the whole booklet just let me know and I'll email you the PDF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If mothers could learn to do for themselves what they do for their&lt;br /&gt;children when these are overdone, we should have happier&lt;br /&gt;households. Let the mother go out to play! If she would only have&lt;br /&gt;courage to let everyone go when life becomes too tense, and just&lt;br /&gt;take a day, or half a day, out in the fields, or with a favourite book,&lt;br /&gt;or in a picture gallery looking long and well at just two or three&lt;br /&gt;pictures, or in bed, without the children, life would go on far more&lt;br /&gt;happily for both children and parents.” Charlotte Mason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may surprise you, but I have found this to be a somewhat&lt;br /&gt;controversial subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine once attended a conference for homeschooling&lt;br /&gt;mummies. She sat next to a very young lady and asked her how&lt;br /&gt;many children she had. The young lady replied that she didn't have&lt;br /&gt;any children of her own, but since her mother's death she had been&lt;br /&gt;homeschooling her younger siblings. My friend expressed surprise&lt;br /&gt;at this task she had undertaken and asked her how she managed to&lt;br /&gt;find time for herself – she tried not to make it sound like she was&lt;br /&gt;asking “How do you have life?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady said that her mother had taught her that “Me Time”&lt;br /&gt;was very selfish but there was a time and place to learn new things&lt;br /&gt;for personal benefit and the benefit of the family - and a time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;ME TIME as promoted by the world is extreme, selfish and&lt;br /&gt;unsatisfying. Mummy-having-a-little-space-to-herself time is restful&lt;br /&gt;and refreshing. Let's call it “Breathing Space”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would suggest that each Mummy finds her own safe, appropriate,&lt;br /&gt;God -honouring activity for herself. Something she can pick up and&lt;br /&gt;do without a lot of organising or equipment when she has her&lt;br /&gt;Breathing Space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some suggestions for Breathing Space are: taking a walk or bike&lt;br /&gt;ride, art, crafts, listening to sermons or music, putting your feet up&lt;br /&gt;and having a cup of herbal tea, reading “how-to”&lt;br /&gt;books/cookbooks/art books/gardening books, playing an instrument&lt;br /&gt;or learning a new one … Did anything come to mind as you read&lt;br /&gt;this? Did some lovely thought jump inside you and want to be&lt;br /&gt;written down before you forgot it? Something that you know you've&lt;br /&gt;always loved to do, but haven't had the time or space to participate in&lt;br /&gt;since you had children? Then write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a warning – these things can easily become a little too important&lt;br /&gt;to a mother. She can begin to begrudge the time that her children&lt;br /&gt;“use up” and “take her away from” her activity. How do I know&lt;br /&gt;this? Because its happened to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the mummy who enjoys quilt making – she decides to make&lt;br /&gt;a “play quilt” for her child. How lovely! She enjoys the planning,&lt;br /&gt;the purchasing of fabrics and starting the quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, for several weeks due to unforseen events, there is no spare&lt;br /&gt;time to return to the project. During those weeks she feels a little sad&lt;br /&gt;about the fact that she “never has any time to herself”, she “can't&lt;br /&gt;even sew a stich because she's too busy” etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts can breed discontent and dissatisfaction in our calling as a Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;I did actually make two fabric playmats for two of our little boys –&lt;br /&gt;they were not a “project” - nothing to be treasured for years – they&lt;br /&gt;are rather rough and unfinished, but as a very wise man once said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose&lt;br /&gt;under the heaven:&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this season is not conducive to neatly-finished, beautifully&lt;br /&gt;produced quilts when I would rather be using my “Breathing Space”&lt;br /&gt;to do some art, reading or writing. The pleasure our little boys get&lt;br /&gt;from those quilts is surely a reward and confirmation to me that the&lt;br /&gt;job I did on them is totally acceptable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting and rather concerning I've experienced and&lt;br /&gt;heard from others is that the more time we spend away from our&lt;br /&gt;children the harder it can be to deal with, love and train them when&lt;br /&gt;we return. This subsequently leads to stress - which makes one feel&lt;br /&gt;like one must have more time away, which makes it harder to deal&lt;br /&gt;with the children... and on it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Mason's phrase “... when life becomes too tense...” leads&lt;br /&gt;me to implore that we must be in prayer about when GOD would&lt;br /&gt;have us step away for a time. We must not rely solely on our&lt;br /&gt;feelings and our judgements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we must not DENY the fact that at various stages of our&lt;br /&gt;lives, we need various amounts of breathing space – peace, quiet,&lt;br /&gt;relaxing and unwinding without constant demands from the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time will be different for every woman depending on the ages&lt;br /&gt;and stages and numbers of children; her husband's job and the hours&lt;br /&gt;he works; an elderly relative to care for; a large vegetable garden to&lt;br /&gt;keep …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a last word on this subject – do not feel that you have to&lt;br /&gt;JUSTIFY yourself to others. Your own personal breathing space is&lt;br /&gt;between your husband, yourself and God. Only these three know&lt;br /&gt;fully what is going on in your own specific family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-6273771324984887023?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/6273771324984887023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=6273771324984887023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6273771324984887023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6273771324984887023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2012/01/following-is-excerpt-from-my-booklet.html' title=''/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Am9Tr3AJKT0/TxfOCCOxxkI/AAAAAAAAAk8/glFsSoFdaaQ/s72-c/SANY9207%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-6692328865390445817</id><published>2012-01-19T20:35:00.012+13:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:52:36.750+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>SEW - WHAT ELSE HAVE I BEEN DOING?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIl5SFi_3cY/TxfKQIWopFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/VJ4Bi5UpUxM/s1600/SANY0221%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIl5SFi_3cY/TxfKQIWopFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/VJ4Bi5UpUxM/s320/SANY0221%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699246231929791570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just enough time to complete some sewing projects over the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A darling little dolly for a darling little friend who has named her Millie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some odd rabbits that are very popular with our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9c0MoSfywyw/TxfIOWsV3PI/AAAAAAAAAj0/7fqF5qRkj-s/s1600/SANY0301%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9c0MoSfywyw/TxfIOWsV3PI/AAAAAAAAAj0/7fqF5qRkj-s/s320/SANY0301%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699244002395938034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(check out that crazy blue and green paisley fabric - my mother-in-law gave it to me some years back and I KNEW I would use it for something special!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a go at an odd giraffe - the EXQUISITE fabric was from a sundress that my Nana used to wear in the 60's.  I inherited the dress, unpicked it carefully and have used it on very precious projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_lrA0e-zmmc/TxfI12E_MjI/AAAAAAAAAkA/plXOLoxQKRg/s1600/SANY0216%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_lrA0e-zmmc/TxfI12E_MjI/AAAAAAAAAkA/plXOLoxQKRg/s320/SANY0216%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699244680835707442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little guy calls this "Mamma's Ning"  (for some reason he calls giraffes "nings").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu74PaHXJ44/TxfJB_64S7I/AAAAAAAAAkM/J1mqnn-pw5Y/s1600/SANY0228%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu74PaHXJ44/TxfJB_64S7I/AAAAAAAAAkM/J1mqnn-pw5Y/s320/SANY0228%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699244889636096946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Daddy is back at work now, and the sewing machine has been packed away for a while - unless I decide to start adding vintage fabric Softies to our Willow Cottage range!  I could be persuaded if the market was there, but realistically it takes too much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mE35yaWFew4/TxfKBe8M3wI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Ug79Sw2rlbQ/s1600/SANY0234%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mE35yaWFew4/TxfKBe8M3wI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Ug79Sw2rlbQ/s320/SANY0234%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699245980294897410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-6692328865390445817?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/6692328865390445817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=6692328865390445817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6692328865390445817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6692328865390445817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2012/01/sew-what-else-have-i-been-doing.html' title='SEW - WHAT ELSE HAVE I BEEN DOING?'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIl5SFi_3cY/TxfKQIWopFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/VJ4Bi5UpUxM/s72-c/SANY0221%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-8760474209038945088</id><published>2012-01-19T20:35:00.011+13:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T20:49:19.825+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A BEAUTIFUL PART OF NEW ZEALAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_Oj_dI_P_Q/TxfG3t9SuwI/AAAAAAAAAjc/6sj-drcxk40/s1600/SANY0326%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGeJ-N5UtNs/TxfDumjEyDI/AAAAAAAAAig/SuaLeEYnuX8/s1600/SANY0242%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGeJ-N5UtNs/TxfDumjEyDI/AAAAAAAAAig/SuaLeEYnuX8/s320/SANY0242%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699239058849712178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children love it when we have a daytrip that starts before sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we had one of those trips.  Lots of memories made - it was a precious day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at the beach above at breakfast time, and the little boys got out of their pjyamas and into their clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sRAJRwuvnkM/TxfD5eR01PI/AAAAAAAAAis/Liun5g5lVrE/s1600/SANY0254%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sRAJRwuvnkM/TxfD5eR01PI/AAAAAAAAAis/Liun5g5lVrE/s320/SANY0254%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699239245608441074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was part of a long, long, long walk we did (the signpost was missing where we should have turned off towards the beach).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-29Inyuw_O1I/TxfETsj4spI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ixzbjGiEp0Y/s1600/SANY0268%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-29Inyuw_O1I/TxfETsj4spI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ixzbjGiEp0Y/s320/SANY0268%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699239696118887058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But we finally arrived at the beach.  However - it wasn't THE beach that we thought we were going to!  This was a little bay and we had the whole place to ourselves as a reward for the long, long, long walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pretended we were settlers arriving in New Zealand, being rowed ashore from the ship with our case of belongings and having to walk up the beach towards the inlet.   What was it like back then?  What amazing courage those settlers had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aqTpvZUxUvw/TxfGibnaSRI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/z46G2Q-8xMA/s1600/SANY0327%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aqTpvZUxUvw/TxfGibnaSRI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/z46G2Q-8xMA/s320/SANY0327%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699242148291561746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eoGz1u7_sW8/TxfFKWC77rI/AAAAAAAAAjE/0wUgQ6-KIgM/s1600/SANY0259%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think the hands of man could ever make anything this beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_Oj_dI_P_Q/TxfG3t9SuwI/AAAAAAAAAjc/6sj-drcxk40/s1600/SANY0326%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_Oj_dI_P_Q/TxfG3t9SuwI/AAAAAAAAAjc/6sj-drcxk40/s320/SANY0326%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699242513992432386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to take a photo of this flower because the colours amazed me!  The front of the flower was beautiful, but the back was absolutely GORGEOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-8760474209038945088?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/8760474209038945088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=8760474209038945088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8760474209038945088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8760474209038945088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2012/01/beautiful-part-of-new-zealand.html' title='A BEAUTIFUL PART OF NEW ZEALAND'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGeJ-N5UtNs/TxfDumjEyDI/AAAAAAAAAig/SuaLeEYnuX8/s72-c/SANY0242%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-2298087114849349485</id><published>2012-01-10T04:21:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T04:28:31.487+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>TIME  FOR  A  SONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vOmsprN7OKg/TwsHUM8hxII/AAAAAAAAAiU/zYWREi_T0ns/s1600/SANY9810%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vOmsprN7OKg/TwsHUM8hxII/AAAAAAAAAiU/zYWREi_T0ns/s320/SANY9810%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695654197393998978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great songwriter, a wonderful song and a subject worthy of praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let our praise to You be as incense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let our praise to You be as pillars of Your throne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let our praise to You be as incense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As we come before You and worship You alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As we see You in Your splendor&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As we gaze upon Your majesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As we join the host of angels&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And proclaim together Your holiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy, Holy, Holy&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy is the Lord&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, Holy&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy is the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;By Brent Chambers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;© 1979&lt;br /&gt;Scripture in Song.&lt;br /&gt;ARR. ICS. UBPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Admin. By Maranatha! Music)&lt;br /&gt;CCLI#178041&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-2298087114849349485?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/2298087114849349485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=2298087114849349485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2298087114849349485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2298087114849349485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-for-song.html' title='TIME  FOR  A  SONG'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vOmsprN7OKg/TwsHUM8hxII/AAAAAAAAAiU/zYWREi_T0ns/s72-c/SANY9810%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-6549578162711734166</id><published>2011-12-31T18:59:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:02:22.447+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give A Child ...'/><title type='text'>GIVE A CHILD A CUDDLY TOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e0uIfAcOXRE/Tv6lJBNI6cI/AAAAAAAAAiI/U-ePR_p1BY8/s1600/SANY0149%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e0uIfAcOXRE/Tv6lJBNI6cI/AAAAAAAAAiI/U-ePR_p1BY8/s320/SANY0149%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692168553403836866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local op-shop had a rack of four items of clothing for $1.  I found a lovely striped skivvy there, washed it, cut it up and made this little guy for our little guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-6549578162711734166?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/6549578162711734166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=6549578162711734166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6549578162711734166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6549578162711734166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/12/give-child-cuddly-toy.html' title='GIVE A CHILD A CUDDLY TOY'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e0uIfAcOXRE/Tv6lJBNI6cI/AAAAAAAAAiI/U-ePR_p1BY8/s72-c/SANY0149%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-4850686739253259646</id><published>2011-12-13T17:54:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:07:44.291+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>BEING A HELP MEET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UrOGU44Agr8/TubbR6BH6VI/AAAAAAAAAh8/0lq288OzEmw/s1600/SANY9881%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UrOGU44Agr8/TubbR6BH6VI/AAAAAAAAAh8/0lq288OzEmw/s320/SANY9881%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685472680280058194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one of my copies of  "Created To Be His Helpmeet" out because I'm going to let a friend borrow it (the other copy is currently being borrowed by someone else - it's a VERY popular book).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flicked through the book and saw this bit that I didn't remember but it was a timely reminder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is not looking for happy women to make them into help meets for good men.  He is looking for women willing to be true help meets to the men whom they married, so He can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fill &lt;/span&gt;them full of joy."&lt;br /&gt;Page 97&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ask God to help you know and appreciate your man.  Pray that God will give you the wisdom and grace to share your man's dreams so it will always be you that he dreams about."&lt;br /&gt;Page 98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-4850686739253259646?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/4850686739253259646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=4850686739253259646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4850686739253259646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4850686739253259646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/12/being-help-meet.html' title='BEING A HELP MEET'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UrOGU44Agr8/TubbR6BH6VI/AAAAAAAAAh8/0lq288OzEmw/s72-c/SANY9881%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-2037512918397266084</id><published>2011-12-12T10:54:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:01:18.462+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>THE KNITTED CAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7n8-aRwRzxc/TuUnZ39voQI/AAAAAAAAAhw/y6eboRMPHb8/s1600/SANY0084%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7n8-aRwRzxc/TuUnZ39voQI/AAAAAAAAAhw/y6eboRMPHb8/s320/SANY0084%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684993430098256130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vA2280OT1p4/TuUm1m0kIjI/AAAAAAAAAhk/FEYp_jmftXo/s1600/SANY0085%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've never been a particularly "cat" person, but our new kitten Charlie is so beautiful and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our oldest said   "I know why you like him Mum".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keen to hear his thoughts I said   "Why is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because he looks knitted - all home made and home spun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it helps that Charlie is a little darlin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessing&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-2037512918397266084?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/2037512918397266084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=2037512918397266084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2037512918397266084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2037512918397266084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/12/knitted-cat.html' title='THE KNITTED CAT'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7n8-aRwRzxc/TuUnZ39voQI/AAAAAAAAAhw/y6eboRMPHb8/s72-c/SANY0084%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-1643818167247118327</id><published>2011-12-12T10:44:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:48:36.866+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give A Child ...'/><title type='text'>GIVE A CHILD A BEAUTIFUL TOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wDSLt71NlU/TuUkW-if_VI/AAAAAAAAAhY/yo15xPVleUc/s1600/SANY0085%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wDSLt71NlU/TuUkW-if_VI/AAAAAAAAAhY/yo15xPVleUc/s320/SANY0085%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684990081788542290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy made this beautiful recycled Rimu posting box for our littlest one.  He loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to slide the lid on and off, he likes to post EVERYTHING through the biggest hole, or if he's feeling up to the challenge he will post the items through the most appropriate hole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We regularly go around the house and find new things for him to post through the holes so the game has new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful toy that we cherish and will take care of so our grandchildren can play with it in years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us know if you'd like a box like this, so you can collect beautiful things to post through the holes.                  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-1643818167247118327?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/1643818167247118327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=1643818167247118327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/1643818167247118327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/1643818167247118327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/12/give-child-beautiful-toy.html' title='GIVE A CHILD A BEAUTIFUL TOY!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wDSLt71NlU/TuUkW-if_VI/AAAAAAAAAhY/yo15xPVleUc/s72-c/SANY0085%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-2005699789520773577</id><published>2011-12-09T11:37:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:45:48.377+13:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT THE 25TH OF DECEMBER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3y1TGp36aXg/TuE9tJKAtQI/AAAAAAAAAhM/m2_g0eY6BXU/s1600/SANY9957%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3y1TGp36aXg/TuE9tJKAtQI/AAAAAAAAAhM/m2_g0eY6BXU/s320/SANY9957%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683892050479592706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first started looking at the whole Christmas thing we went back to&lt;br /&gt;the very beginning and found that actually it STARTED out being pagan, so&lt;br /&gt;not surprising that it's been taken back by the pagans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we have  found out is that some pagans had some sort of terrible festival&lt;br /&gt;on the 25th  of December, so the Catholic church came along and more or less&lt;br /&gt;said "let's  claim this date for our own, and tidy it up a bit, and pretend&lt;br /&gt;it's a  Christian thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they said "We know!  Let's say that the 25th of  December is the day we&lt;br /&gt;celebrate Jesus' birth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they had said  "Let's call the 25th of December JACOB DAY or ISSAC MASS or JOHN THE BAPTIST DAY" (or something  else) then people MAY have said "God has not said we should&lt;br /&gt;celebrate this  day - why are you creating this day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know what real Bible-believing, God seeking Christians said back in those days, but the 25th of December  turned out to be a real success (especially&lt;br /&gt;amongst those SELLING  things!!!!)  and was taken up by most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even to the extent that  they ignored this warning from God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "For the customs of the  people are vain: for one cutteth a tree out &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of the forest, the work of the  hands of the workman, with the axe.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They deck it with silver and  with gold; they fasten it with nails &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and with hammers, that it move  not.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 10:3 and 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we read this we looked at each other  in surprise and wondered HOW we&lt;br /&gt;could have missed it before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think  the whole "The Real Reason For the Season" and "Let's give Christmas&lt;br /&gt;back to  Jesus" sort of thing is a smoke-screen really - it makes people feel&lt;br /&gt;cross  with The World for making Christmas so commercial and frenzied and&lt;br /&gt;Santa  orientated, and people don't see that the whole 25th of December&lt;br /&gt;started out  pagan, and then was created/changed by the Catholics who are a&lt;br /&gt;very  dangerous cult (we have just finished reading a historical fiction about John Wycliffe who was a man brave enough to teach God's pure, undefiled word in the face of persecution from the very powerful Roman Catholic church).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are actually many reasons we were happy to stop  being involved in&lt;br /&gt;Christmas - one was the stress of presents, another was  the children getting&lt;br /&gt;too many things at once and having an appetite for more  and more ... the&lt;br /&gt;biggest one for me was because I was so excited by the  lead-up to Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;always have been ... and then on Christmas afternoon I  feel very low, like&lt;br /&gt;it's all over for another year and what's the point of  even going on.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not quite that depressed, but because I'd been so  excited then I would&lt;br /&gt;tend to fall rather flat and find it very hard to get  going again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't had any celebration on the 25th of December for several years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we have made a count-down calendar  marking off the days until&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's holiday starts.  He is home for three  weeks (and has a list of jobs&lt;br /&gt;to do which is about six weeks  long!!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really feel that God does not want our family to celebrate  Christmas, so&lt;br /&gt;that is the bottom line.  We ask God for His direction, His  guidance and His&lt;br /&gt;wisdom which is going to be FAR superior to our own  wisdom!  And we want to&lt;br /&gt;obey his direction and live in the peace of his  guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-2005699789520773577?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/2005699789520773577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=2005699789520773577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2005699789520773577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2005699789520773577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/12/about-25th-of-december.html' title='ABOUT THE 25TH OF DECEMBER'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3y1TGp36aXg/TuE9tJKAtQI/AAAAAAAAAhM/m2_g0eY6BXU/s72-c/SANY9957%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-3058585327905122379</id><published>2011-12-08T14:35:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:50:53.385+13:00</updated><title type='text'>HEDGEHOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YUGPkw1yZDo/TuAXzzrcbXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/t3aCaG4UQyc/s1600/SANY9996%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YUGPkw1yZDo/TuAXzzrcbXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/t3aCaG4UQyc/s320/SANY9996%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683568908554759538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out for a drive in the country, we saw this fellow walking along the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a treat to see one actually walking!  The children were amazed at the length of his legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a game called "Hedgehog" that your family might like to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you make up a story with gaps in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.e.,    "Mr Popple looked out of his ..... and saw that the next door .... was leaning heavily over the fence and threatening to drop on his shiny new ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you make a whole lot of cards with words (adjectives and nouns)  on them such as "soggy toast"  "rotten egg"  "beautiful rose"  "squeeky wheel"  etc.   Make sure you have a lot of cards that say "hedgehog".  That's why the game is called Hedgehog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To play:   Hand out the word cards.   Mummy or Daddy reads out the story, and when you come to a gap in the story have one of the players read out their first card.   When you get to the next gap, the next player reads the words from their first card etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.e.,  "Mr Popple looked out of his      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;squashed banana      &lt;/span&gt;and saw that the next door  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feather duster&lt;/span&gt;   was leaning heavily over the fence and threatening to drop on his shiny new   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hedgehog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same cards can be used with many different stories.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Made by you, or borrowed from elsewhere.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If we have enough requests we might package this game up and sell it!     But in the meantime we just enjoy playing it ourselves.  The children are always asking for another story  to use with the cards. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-3058585327905122379?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/3058585327905122379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=3058585327905122379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3058585327905122379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3058585327905122379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/12/hedgehog.html' title='HEDGEHOG'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YUGPkw1yZDo/TuAXzzrcbXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/t3aCaG4UQyc/s72-c/SANY9996%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-8839143507171551572</id><published>2011-09-26T18:33:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T18:42:06.805+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>PINK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-de6wdFvLDbQ/ToAO9G_kyII/AAAAAAAAAg4/WmAwO3ww9yE/s1600/SANY9637%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-de6wdFvLDbQ/ToAO9G_kyII/AAAAAAAAAg4/WmAwO3ww9yE/s320/SANY9637%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656537574989416578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savvy marketers know that if they make a product in pink then it will sell to someone who might not ordinarily buy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a pink computer, a pink cellphone, a pink camera ... I'm not a super-consumer but I have those things!!     Two years ago I bought the computer -  2nd hand and a real good bargain.  The cellphone was purchased nearly 4 years ago with flybuys points, the camera was an "old model" about three years back so it was marked down by $100 ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still amazed that God provides all our needs (food, air etc)  - and often  he provides things we don't necessarily NEED but he knows we will like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he gave me this photo of this beautiful magnolia flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's made by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-8839143507171551572?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/8839143507171551572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=8839143507171551572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8839143507171551572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8839143507171551572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/09/pink.html' title='PINK!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-de6wdFvLDbQ/ToAO9G_kyII/AAAAAAAAAg4/WmAwO3ww9yE/s72-c/SANY9637%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-5155713310093404836</id><published>2011-09-24T17:40:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T17:48:28.949+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>PRECIOUS PLAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4-q9G-zqhE/Tn1tfe0TDTI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dJYcIuB8ElY/s1600/SANY9639%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4-q9G-zqhE/Tn1tfe0TDTI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dJYcIuB8ElY/s320/SANY9639%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655797094662999346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little boy loves the dolly Mumma made.     When I look at the dolly I see the mistakes I made with the head, the lack of stuffing in the chest ...  but he doesn't see any of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He watched me making the first dolly for his big brother, and then patiently waited for his own.  When it was finished he named it "Daddy Joffa".  We don't know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had a lovely walk together as a family - Daddy Joffa had to be wrapped in a blanket because he didn't have any trousers.        :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I made some snazzy purple stripey trousers and because Daddy (the real Daddy) was home keeping the little ones busy with a project I was even able to find time to make this baby carrier for our little man to tote Daddy Joffa around in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-5155713310093404836?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/5155713310093404836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=5155713310093404836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5155713310093404836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5155713310093404836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/09/precious-play.html' title='PRECIOUS PLAY'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4-q9G-zqhE/Tn1tfe0TDTI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dJYcIuB8ElY/s72-c/SANY9639%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-256751991765706817</id><published>2011-07-15T06:05:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T06:08:25.880+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>LOVE IN UNEXPECTED PLACES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mszLtCnHRww/Th8wUgwzP0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/8qsJN0osvk0/s1600/SANY9099%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mszLtCnHRww/Th8wUgwzP0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/8qsJN0osvk0/s320/SANY9099%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629271188186545986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hard-boiled love-heart gave us a smile and helped us to remember to spread a little more love around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-256751991765706817?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/256751991765706817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=256751991765706817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/256751991765706817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/256751991765706817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-in-unexpected-places.html' title='LOVE IN UNEXPECTED PLACES'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mszLtCnHRww/Th8wUgwzP0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/8qsJN0osvk0/s72-c/SANY9099%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-6081511545194955161</id><published>2011-06-25T17:54:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T18:03:16.032+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>NO  READING  AT  THE  TABLE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgW05Fg9wAg/TgV4a1BxEII/AAAAAAAAAgg/eYASZtr7JDQ/s1600/Up%2Bto%2BJune%2B2011%2B169%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgW05Fg9wAg/TgV4a1BxEII/AAAAAAAAAgg/eYASZtr7JDQ/s320/Up%2Bto%2BJune%2B2011%2B169%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622032112148353154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO READING AT THE TABLE is a very fine and sensible rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble is, when nobody else is sitting with you it can be boring getting breakfast into you, and so if your book isn't borrrowed (from The Library, or from a friend), then maybe it's ok ... maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lunch together as a family normally (except Daddy - he's at work), and tea is ALWAYS together - around the table - which apparently is quite unusual in today's culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But breakfast is often taken in shifts while other family members are using the bathroom, or doing chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when children are brought up with a vast but carefully chosen selection of books, it's kind of comforting and a bit of luxury for our 15 year old to sit for 10 minutes, reading quietly while he chews on his muesli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-6081511545194955161?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/6081511545194955161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=6081511545194955161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6081511545194955161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6081511545194955161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-reading-at-table.html' title='NO  READING  AT  THE  TABLE!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgW05Fg9wAg/TgV4a1BxEII/AAAAAAAAAgg/eYASZtr7JDQ/s72-c/Up%2Bto%2BJune%2B2011%2B169%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-2706820116417889096</id><published>2011-06-23T15:04:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:16:43.400+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>DOING   ART   AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzptix88GKo/TgKvAmRHmtI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/inrqw37AZrY/s1600/Up%2Bto%2BJune%2B2011%2B153%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzptix88GKo/TgKvAmRHmtI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/inrqw37AZrY/s320/Up%2Bto%2BJune%2B2011%2B153%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621247709719010002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to get messy, and that's a blessing for a Home Educating Mumma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, of course, living in a small space with 6 children we get FAR TOO MESSY - and that's a sign to de-clutter, tidy up, organise - all hands on deck type thing (we get seriously messy and cluttered sometimes - believe me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the particular day shown above we had the table clear (!) so we thought we'd do some art!   We got out the nice soft pastels - drew a design - and then painted over with lovely swishy, puddly watercolours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are aware that the fun is in the DOING not the end result, but we still end up with heaps of pictures to put up on the pantry and laundry doors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the LONGEST time I have been meaning to get &lt;a href="http://www.monart.com/"&gt;Mona Brookes book "Drawing With Children"&lt;/a&gt;.  Well - I've finally bought it and have finished thoroughly reading the introduction and the beginning lessons and have taken the children through the first lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Home/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WP5JhD2FvxI/TgKv6sjRiOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/GHxletzyBsM/s1600/drawing-with-children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WP5JhD2FvxI/TgKv6sjRiOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/GHxletzyBsM/s320/drawing-with-children.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621248707838183650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great fun, and we are very, very excited about doing further lessons.  So right now I should not be on the computer, I should be sitting with the children in the lounge, fire lit, rain falling on the roof doing some more ART!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-2706820116417889096?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/2706820116417889096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=2706820116417889096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2706820116417889096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2706820116417889096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/06/doing-art-again.html' title='DOING   ART   AGAIN!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzptix88GKo/TgKvAmRHmtI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/inrqw37AZrY/s72-c/Up%2Bto%2BJune%2B2011%2B153%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-2899228642746153076</id><published>2011-05-09T18:48:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:54:44.988+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>WE'RE STILL HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jo5X2I2ty4M/TcePYkaGGuI/AAAAAAAAAgE/zWfPMtCKVQE/s1600/SAM_0842%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jo5X2I2ty4M/TcePYkaGGuI/AAAAAAAAAgE/zWfPMtCKVQE/s320/SAM_0842%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604605913538632418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's been a while since we posted - there are a couple of reasons for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one:   We've been busy.  Had friends staying actually.  What a blessed time we have had - for eight weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two:  Our internet connection has been slow and getting a blog posted takes a LONG time which leads me onto number three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number three:  I have been cutting down a lot on my computer time - some days I am only on here for minutes!  Sometimes a half an hour ... not more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mumma of our visitors and I had long discussions about the computer stealing time from our families - the horrible THING that happens to Mummas when they are on the computer and they ignore the children, or brush them off with a "wait a minute" type of comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been teaching our 17 year old about running our family business on-line - he's getting the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the meantime Daddy has been busy in the workshop with a couple of orders.   The stool in the photograph above was designed by a client and made by Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go and get my precious little ones into bed.  I am turning the computer off right now and will go and read to them instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-2899228642746153076?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/2899228642746153076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=2899228642746153076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2899228642746153076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2899228642746153076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/05/were-still-here.html' title='WE&apos;RE STILL HERE!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jo5X2I2ty4M/TcePYkaGGuI/AAAAAAAAAgE/zWfPMtCKVQE/s72-c/SAM_0842%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-5288096353378871175</id><published>2011-03-11T19:02:00.013+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T19:25:48.434+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>Collections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2C8bL8YfodM/TXm8M-LyUgI/AAAAAAAAAes/v74tCV_Hx4s/s1600/SANY8481%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2C8bL8YfodM/TXm8M-LyUgI/AAAAAAAAAes/v74tCV_Hx4s/s320/SANY8481%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582700144139325954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time a not-so-small boy found a discarded old toy in an op-shop toy box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xErW4O_AWDA/TXm8W8onntI/AAAAAAAAAe0/2_aFCRAo96A/s1600/SANY8482%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xErW4O_AWDA/TXm8W8onntI/AAAAAAAAAe0/2_aFCRAo96A/s320/SANY8482%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582700315522080466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow!  One of those!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdBXXZTxz3Q/TXm8tds3HHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Nw3y8DSCJ1E/s1600/SANY8487%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdBXXZTxz3Q/TXm8tds3HHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Nw3y8DSCJ1E/s320/SANY8487%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582700702355364978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?"  asked Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJBDVPnn6O4/TXm9MIMnHRI/AAAAAAAAAfM/smQBFV6d3Sk/s1600/SANY8488%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJBDVPnn6O4/TXm9MIMnHRI/AAAAAAAAAfM/smQBFV6d3Sk/s320/SANY8488%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582701229158898962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Smelly Belly - they had them when I was little."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kzd5-oim4Fk/TXm87xC1OAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/8pzk6W70_j4/s1600/SANY8486%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kzd5-oim4Fk/TXm87xC1OAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/8pzk6W70_j4/s320/SANY8486%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582700948065957890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he'd wanted one when they were the Latest Thing - some years back, but at $6 each this Mumma had decided they were not a wise purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPEwferYInM/TXm9v0BmQdI/AAAAAAAAAfU/IdsFAIx5chI/s1600/SANY8489%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPEwferYInM/TXm9v0BmQdI/AAAAAAAAAfU/IdsFAIx5chI/s320/SANY8489%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582701842219286994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially because they came inside a plastic egg, so you could never tell what sort of Smelly Belly you were getting inside.  That's a nasty marketing scheme if you ask me.  Introducing the children to gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4chIBZxhS4/TXm-hnQ9o8I/AAAAAAAAAfk/dx2lEuKsnZg/s1600/SANY8484%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4chIBZxhS4/TXm-hnQ9o8I/AAAAAAAAAfk/dx2lEuKsnZg/s320/SANY8484%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582702697787532226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that Smelly Bellies are not so popular, they can be found in the bottom of op-shop toy boxes all over the place!   And there is no gambling involved because you can see what you're getting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3R23Ri1Ntw/TXnADF44E9I/AAAAAAAAAf8/viui-zFXO04/s1600/SANY8483%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3R23Ri1Ntw/TXnADF44E9I/AAAAAAAAAf8/viui-zFXO04/s320/SANY8483%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582704372455314386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that the not-so-small boy has a little money of his own, he rummages in the bottom of every op-shop toy box he comes across rescuing more Smelly Bellies.    He likes them.     They generally cost 20 cents.     Ah well - could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CqBgp2nk1q4/TXm_fATLtCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/iNFpTXX8pwc/s1600/SANY8476%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CqBgp2nk1q4/TXm_fATLtCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/iNFpTXX8pwc/s320/SANY8476%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582703752479749154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you were wondering - the beautiful wooden shelf unit is available from&lt;a href="http://www.willowcottage.co.nz/"&gt; Willow Cottage!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-5288096353378871175?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/5288096353378871175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=5288096353378871175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5288096353378871175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5288096353378871175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/03/collections.html' title='Collections'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2C8bL8YfodM/TXm8M-LyUgI/AAAAAAAAAes/v74tCV_Hx4s/s72-c/SANY8481%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-7560920188540373385</id><published>2011-02-17T11:40:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T11:44:41.513+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>QUIET   GAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-ASoOq23Zk/TVxTM27OGRI/AAAAAAAAAek/5HxRsFyEfK4/s1600/SANY8387%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-ASoOq23Zk/TVxTM27OGRI/AAAAAAAAAek/5HxRsFyEfK4/s320/SANY8387%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574421919145269522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collect lovely things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Store them neatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring them out from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensure your children play with them respectfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put them away for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be providing, facilitating, modelling good stewardship, training ...  and being a great Mummy.                                        :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 3 year old was playing this game quietly by himself for about 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-7560920188540373385?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/7560920188540373385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=7560920188540373385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/7560920188540373385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/7560920188540373385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/02/quiet-game.html' title='QUIET   GAME'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-ASoOq23Zk/TVxTM27OGRI/AAAAAAAAAek/5HxRsFyEfK4/s72-c/SANY8387%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-8554958536099827646</id><published>2011-02-13T16:20:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T16:38:29.244+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>INCIDENTAL LEARNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LEEOUizO88A/TVdReUrl-MI/AAAAAAAAAec/4iqqmanoIuA/s1600/blockcity%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LEEOUizO88A/TVdReUrl-MI/AAAAAAAAAec/4iqqmanoIuA/s320/blockcity%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573012645283756226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew there was a name for it.   But that's what we've been doing, more or less, for the last 17 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidental Learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children learn incidentally.  Almost accidentally!  But they sure learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job I've realised, my calling - other than a wife to my darling is Mummy and FACILITATOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I spell that right - better go and google it ...  yes, not bad - but why did I doubt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a funny thing too, excuse me while I run off on a rabbit trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were blessed to meet with some folks from our church in a "small group" setting where people get to talk and share.   The group leader asked a question and immediately an answer came to my mind, but I kept quiet because I thought it might be the WRONG answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that actually is pretty bad, because there was no WRONG answer, but why did I feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat and had a little think about it, and I KNOW that it's because of the way I was schooled.  I was indoctrinated with the idea that there is a right answer and a wrong answer.  There needs to be.  Otherwise how does the teacher know if you pass the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's funny - yes, because for the last 15 years or so (our first little guy didn't start speaking till he was 2)  I have encouraged the children to "think outside the square" and to discuss all options etc etc ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so in fact that the first time they came across a "multi-choice" quiz they were hard pressed to give an answer because it could have been "a" or "b" depending on how you looked at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to my precious job as a facilitator - I gather, store, keep neat(ish),  and bring out lots of equipment and fun stuff as appropriate (as small as a library card, as big as a heavy old hand-cranked Singer sewing machine!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the children for signs of interest, I discuss, I ask them questions.  And it's completely natural when it's and intrinsic and exciting part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was delighted to find it had a name.  Incidental learning.  I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the photo?    One day we were reading the account of the Tower of Babel from Genesis.  While Mummy was reading the little boys were making a tower of blocks.   After we finished reading they started to make a city of blocks which lead to Mummy reciting "Block City" by R L Stevenson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it reminded me of the old City of London so we talked about how the buildings were so squashed in that the upper levels of the houses were almost touching across the street, and the Great Fire, and the plague and "bring out your dead" ...  all this had been from MY incidental learning.  I don't remember any of it from school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had, however, just finished reading a book about William Penn so I had gathered some information from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So facilitators need to be available to learn things for themselves at times too, to pass on to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, but never boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Facilitating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-8554958536099827646?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/8554958536099827646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=8554958536099827646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8554958536099827646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8554958536099827646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/02/incidental-learning.html' title='INCIDENTAL LEARNING'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LEEOUizO88A/TVdReUrl-MI/AAAAAAAAAec/4iqqmanoIuA/s72-c/blockcity%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-7458852395230865084</id><published>2011-01-24T11:49:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T18:51:09.306+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>TEETHING    BABIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TTyw3gFzodI/AAAAAAAAAeI/lFSxe6_KETc/s1600/teethers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TTyw3gFzodI/AAAAAAAAAeI/lFSxe6_KETc/s320/teethers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565517707076674002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://keonislings.weebly.com/"&gt;very good friend of mine &lt;/a&gt;has organised some sales for us to Australia.  (She's very clever too - please check out &lt;a href="http://keonislings.weebly.com/"&gt;her website&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are excited to be "international" now    :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Willow Cottage Double-Ended Spoon and Triangle Teethers will be flying over to Australia to be chewed on by little Australians.   That's lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we are talking about teething babies (and while the memory of last night with a crying little man not going to sleep for hours and hours ... and walking up and down ... singing ... putting him in the swing .... is still very very fresh in my mind)  I thought I would just share a few teething hints that we've used over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have used Weleda Teething Powder - just a little on a spoon and into baby's mouth.    We also give this to older children whose teeth are hurting - either losing teeth or getting new ones.  However,  our current little baby is dairy-free and because this powder is in a lactose base we're better off to use our next choice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturo Pharm Teethmed Relief Spray.  After a little research and discussions with people I still really don't know where I stand on the sometimes controversial topic of homoeopathic remedies.   But I include this spray on my list because it seems to work very well, and gives babies relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great idea is to give baby a clean cloth to chew on.   Or you can wet a corner of a facecloth (boiled water if baby is very little, or if your water is not the best).   Squeeze facecloth out and put into a plastic bag in the fridge (freezer if baby is older).  When the facecloth is cold (frozen), take it out of the bag and give it to baby to chew.     Remember to replace the cloth with another so you have one for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distraction is a wonderful tool too.   Playing a game with baby, reading to them, clapping and singing (we were doing our Cozy Time this morning and singing and dancing.  Every time the children stopped singing and dancing our baby started to cry again because he remembered his teeth were hurting him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Carriers!    Teething babies OFTEN want to be held.  All day.   Use a sling, a frontpack, a backpack, a wrap ... whatever you have and whatever you find to be comfortable.   If you have a baby carrier that pinches or hurts your back then please try and find something else.  Unless you have a very bad back/shoulders/neck then there is usually some sort of carrier that will work for you and your baby.   &lt;a href="http://keonislings.weebly.com/"&gt;Ask my friend!   She knows heaps about baby wearing!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An indoor swing is a fantastic resource.    We have a wooden, rope and canvas swing which we were blessed to find at a fundraiser sale and it's had so much use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TTy2X8XCbII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VEV3vLgAXQ0/s1600/swing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TTy2X8XCbII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VEV3vLgAXQ0/s320/swing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565523761979092098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy has put big strong hooks in the doorway so children can swing inside.   Heaps of fun,  and it's been used for teething babies, and children with a fever etc.   If a sick child is happy to swing quietly we just tuck their feet up into the swing when they fall asleep and leave them there!   We keep an eye on them of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies who are dribbling a lot may get a very sore rash on their chins.  Dry it carefully and apply a little&lt;a href="http://www.willowcottage.co.nz/?page_id=254"&gt; Tui Bee Balm&lt;/a&gt; - this is a natural and very effective barrier/healing balm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dribbling babies don't need to wear bibs all the time to keep their clothes dry - some parents like the look of a bandana worn cowboy style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!   Have I mentioned Willow Cottage &lt;a href="http://www.willowcottage.co.nz/?page_id=150"&gt;Double-Ended Spoon&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.willowcottage.co.nz/?page_id=91"&gt;Triangle Teether&lt;/a&gt;s???!!!  Very effective, safe and absolutely beautiful to hold and feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think our Amber Teething Necklace works too.    One day I had forgotten to put our (then) 2&lt;br /&gt;year old's necklace on.   He was scratchy and horrible all day.  When Daddy got home he said "Hasn't he had his necklace on?".     Why did I forget?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We purchased our necklace from &lt;a href="http://www.trademe.co.nz/Members/Listings.aspx?member=869465"&gt;Nadine28&lt;/a&gt; on trademe.  &lt;a href="http://www.trademe.co.nz/Jewellery-watches/Necklaces-pendants/Other/auction-348351637.htm"&gt;Here is one of her current auctions.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't give our babies solids until they are around one year old, so they don't have rusks or anything till then.    Our latest baby has had a little food - some avocado and some slippery elm, but he's not really very keen and I'm happy to wait till he's older before introducing food properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - MUMMY MILK!    Mummy Milk has natural God-made painkillers!!    Let your baby nurse as often as they want.   Ensure that Mummy has a good, moderate,  healthy diet with no alcohol, drugs or anything nasty  (like caffine or chocolate...  sorry!  but these things are not good for babies!!!!!!!!)                           :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to add here the most important thing we can do for our babies and children, from pre-conception onwards; when they are well, when they are sick, when they are happy, sad, disappointed, hurt, confused, irritated ...   always - pray for them, pray WITH them, and tell them that you love them.  You love them so very much,  and that God who made them, and knows them so well loves them even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know if you have any other hints to help babies cope through this very painful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-7458852395230865084?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/7458852395230865084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=7458852395230865084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/7458852395230865084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/7458852395230865084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/01/teething-babies.html' title='TEETHING    BABIES'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TTyw3gFzodI/AAAAAAAAAeI/lFSxe6_KETc/s72-c/teethers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-7867209492380573627</id><published>2011-01-19T11:58:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:02:59.121+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>TUI BALMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TTYboe26SyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/tP-x2KS7yc0/s1600/michael%2Bbee%2Bbalm_0001%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 579px; height: 409px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TTYboe26SyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/tP-x2KS7yc0/s320/michael%2Bbee%2Bbalm_0001%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563664771954920226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture our oldest son did to celebrate the fact that WE ARE NOW SELLING TUI BALMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll on over to our website   &lt;a href="http://www.willowcottage.co.nz"&gt;www.willowcottage.co.nz&lt;/a&gt;   and have a little look at the range of Tui Balms we stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally natural, effective, pleasant to use and very cost effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes - Bee Balm is just the thing if you find yourself suffering from a little sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-7867209492380573627?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/7867209492380573627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=7867209492380573627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/7867209492380573627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/7867209492380573627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/01/tui-balmes.html' title='TUI BALMES'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TTYboe26SyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/tP-x2KS7yc0/s72-c/michael%2Bbee%2Bbalm_0001%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-5002702680097352551</id><published>2011-01-19T11:44:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T11:57:04.445+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>A LITTLE WHITE LIE?  A LITTLE BIT OF IMAGINATION?</title><content type='html'>Little girl and a brother stayed home with Daddy,  while Mummy took some of the other children to a country craft fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mr 5 got home from the fair he was keen to tell about what he'd seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was a man selling soap ..."   he was struggling to recall,     " ... and a man with no shoes selling the stuff that he put on my bee sting ..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, at this point, he realised that even though there was a lot to see, he hadn't remembered much at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - to make the story more interesting he "invented".        He lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ... and there was a big fat man with poppy eyes selling dog hair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TTYaGYCd0gI/AAAAAAAAAd4/74-kMHyzglo/s1600/michael%2Bbee%2Bbalm_0002%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 523px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TTYaGYCd0gI/AAAAAAAAAd4/74-kMHyzglo/s320/michael%2Bbee%2Bbalm_0002%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563663086497157634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His older brother had a strong visual image of this, so he kindly drew it for us.  He reckons that city-folks might buy the dog hair to scatter around their inner-city apartment rugs to give their home a "country-fied" air (he was remembering the story someone told us about people in the city buying spray-on mud to decorate their 4-wheel drive vehicles ...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a discussion about saying things that weren't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people call them "embellishments".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually they are lies (like pretending your 4-wheel drive has been off-road, and that you own a dog when in fact you don't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and white.   Truth and lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr 5 now knows that if he wants to say something that isn't true because he thinks it would be funny he needs to say "And I think it would be funny if there was a big fat man with poppy eyes selling dog hair ..."    or whatever his funny thought would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is important.  God said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-5002702680097352551?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/5002702680097352551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=5002702680097352551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5002702680097352551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5002702680097352551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-white-lie-little-bit-of.html' title='A LITTLE WHITE LIE?  A LITTLE BIT OF IMAGINATION?'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TTYaGYCd0gI/AAAAAAAAAd4/74-kMHyzglo/s72-c/michael%2Bbee%2Bbalm_0002%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-855166805003585576</id><published>2011-01-08T17:46:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T17:50:44.278+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give A Child ...'/><title type='text'>GIVE A CHILD A SCARF  part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TSfsw3MePJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/nweRsU4Sh5E/s1600/SANY7983%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TSfsw3MePJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/nweRsU4Sh5E/s320/SANY7983%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559672589206305938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still using our beautiful silky scarves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I looked at some little wooden napkin rings we had, and a sudden idea popped in to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two pirates had a fine game, and their "pirate hats" stayed on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just need to get Daddy to make us some swords now, our pirates have decided they want to be soldiers ....   watch this space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-855166805003585576?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/855166805003585576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=855166805003585576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/855166805003585576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/855166805003585576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/01/give-child-scarf-part-2.html' title='GIVE A CHILD A SCARF  part 2'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TSfsw3MePJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/nweRsU4Sh5E/s72-c/SANY7983%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-5609150436632601383</id><published>2011-01-08T17:40:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T17:46:46.368+13:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE A CHILD A BONGLINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TSfrlLpnm_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/5ka80cc76Ww/s1600/ebongline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TSfrlLpnm_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/5ka80cc76Ww/s320/ebongline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559671289027206130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bongline?   What's a bongline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;String a line up - washing line, skipping rope, anything you have spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang up some items that make a nice noise when you hit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give your child a stick, and instruct them that they should TAP the items on the bongline - make sure they understand that they are not to TAP the chickens, dogs, brother, sister ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TSfra3l-vuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/F9K_94XOk90/s1600/jbongline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TSfra3l-vuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/F9K_94XOk90/s320/jbongline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559671111844544226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favourite tune on this bongline was Old MacDonald.   Very musical         :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad this is an outside game.      :o)       :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-5609150436632601383?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/5609150436632601383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=5609150436632601383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5609150436632601383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5609150436632601383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/01/give-child-bongline.html' title='GIVE A CHILD A BONGLINE'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TSfrlLpnm_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/5ka80cc76Ww/s72-c/ebongline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-4953013635703686361</id><published>2011-01-08T07:46:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T07:54:20.944+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>GIVE A CHILD A CAN AND A BALLOON ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TSdfqJSgTwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/7VmVOPx7nhA/s1600/blog%2B007%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TSdfqJSgTwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/7VmVOPx7nhA/s320/blog%2B007%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559517442664845058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all children do this - but it's wonderful when they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a book from the library about musical instruments.   Little girl read it.  The next minute she's hunting in the recycles box for a tin can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Where are our balloons?" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "May I have some sellotape please,"  was next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went outside to the driveway and chose some little stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stones went into the can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balloon was cut, and after a few false starts and discarded balloons, this beautiful instrument was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then had to make two more for two little brothers who were watching the construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TSdg-LImP8I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/SyhZ1Are3nw/s1600/blog%2B010%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TSdg-LImP8I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/SyhZ1Are3nw/s320/blog%2B010%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559518886269173698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can either make "music" by pinging the balloon on the top, by tapping it with something, or by shaking the can and listening to the sound of the pebbles inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These instruments were popular for many days - the rougher the child, the shorter the life of the instrument of course!   The 3 year old's instrument was the first to break.  Followed closely by the 5 year olds one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the pebbles went back on the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cans went back into the recycles box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balloons went into the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone agreed that it had been great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I did was give a child a can and a balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's precious when things work like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-4953013635703686361?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/4953013635703686361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=4953013635703686361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4953013635703686361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4953013635703686361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/01/give-child-can-and-balloon.html' title='GIVE A CHILD A CAN AND A BALLOON ...'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TSdfqJSgTwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/7VmVOPx7nhA/s72-c/blog%2B007%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-5765155072887356619</id><published>2011-01-05T18:43:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:47:23.508+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>Too Cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TSQFNljMtfI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HVlkKibzJyU/s1600/mummy%2Bchicken%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TSQFNljMtfI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HVlkKibzJyU/s320/mummy%2Bchicken%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558573571058218482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy Chicken is actually a grandmother this year, but she is still having her own chicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chose a beautiful sheltered, quiet spot under some bushes in the shade to sit on a whole clutch of eggs.  We don't know how many there were, and we're not sure how many have hatched - at least four that we've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful little cute yellow chick just popped out to say peep peep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will watch her tomorrow and see if she takes her chicks out for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share because we are still excited by the miracle of new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-5765155072887356619?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/5765155072887356619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=5765155072887356619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5765155072887356619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5765155072887356619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2011/01/too-cute.html' title='Too Cute!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TSQFNljMtfI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HVlkKibzJyU/s72-c/mummy%2Bchicken%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-3957238426322747775</id><published>2010-11-30T18:03:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:08:31.561+13:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE   A   CHILD   A  PILE  OF  LOVELY   THINGS</title><content type='html'>Did we ever report back to you with our "Bug Town" project?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a reminder, here is the "Bug Hilton" that we saw at EcoFest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TPSGHeaSYdI/AAAAAAAAAcg/UTgGoRyMH2w/s1600/bug%2Bhilton%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TPSGHeaSYdI/AAAAAAAAAcg/UTgGoRyMH2w/s320/bug%2Bhilton%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545204504180449746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HERE is OUR version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TPSGTdGd-ZI/AAAAAAAAAco/3zOgUT-xpb0/s1600/bugtown%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TPSGTdGd-ZI/AAAAAAAAAco/3zOgUT-xpb0/s320/bugtown%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545204709987318162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite as tidy, but extremely habitable for lots of lovely bugs nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been careful not to touch it since making it, but we're watching keenly to see what emerges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-3957238426322747775?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/3957238426322747775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=3957238426322747775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3957238426322747775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3957238426322747775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/11/give-child-pile-of-lovely-things.html' title='GIVE   A   CHILD   A  PILE  OF  LOVELY   THINGS'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TPSGHeaSYdI/AAAAAAAAAcg/UTgGoRyMH2w/s72-c/bug%2Bhilton%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-6540323630536326357</id><published>2010-11-30T17:59:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:01:28.411+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give A Child ...'/><title type='text'>GIVE A CHILD A WASHING MACHINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TPSFAQ6ytGI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/b9QwUGrpug8/s1600/SANY7976%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TPSFAQ6ytGI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/b9QwUGrpug8/s320/SANY7976%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545203280787977314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the BEST toys for our children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Baby Muffin Man loves to watch the clothes going around.  I wonder what he's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-6540323630536326357?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/6540323630536326357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=6540323630536326357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6540323630536326357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6540323630536326357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/11/give-child-washing-machine.html' title='GIVE A CHILD A WASHING MACHINE'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TPSFAQ6ytGI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/b9QwUGrpug8/s72-c/SANY7976%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-810281338868908512</id><published>2010-11-30T08:09:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:22:46.738+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>DE-CLUTTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TPP6rbnVHEI/AAAAAAAAAcI/aZlxPm4euUo/s1600/blog%2B006%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TPP6rbnVHEI/AAAAAAAAAcI/aZlxPm4euUo/s320/blog%2B006%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545051190277250114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise mother-of-many once told me that if we have well-meaning friends and relations then we should de-clutter EVERY WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had left it a bit long I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage everyone to have a really good mental attitude towards STUFF.  Some stuff is good and useful and helpful.  Other stuff is annoying, cluttering and hard work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like "living with less" but we still have a lot of STUFF.   But an ecletic home educating mummy will find that it comes with the territory.    It's great to have books, and paper, fabric and art supplies ...    we need to keep them tidy, USE the art equipment instead of hoarding it, and constantly cull out the rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old 3-box system works beautifully for de-cluttering.   One box for keeps, one for give-aways and one for throw aways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The give-away boxes can be taken to the Re-Use shop,  or charity shop on your next trip out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we felt so much lighter on the way home.     :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-810281338868908512?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/810281338868908512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=810281338868908512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/810281338868908512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/810281338868908512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-clutter.html' title='DE-CLUTTER'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TPP6rbnVHEI/AAAAAAAAAcI/aZlxPm4euUo/s72-c/blog%2B006%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-8960926645555417278</id><published>2010-11-21T06:01:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T06:16:16.199+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>A   LITTLE   STORY   FOR    WIVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TOf-_55OB8I/AAAAAAAAAcA/-txuJhbOXTw/s1600/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TOf-_55OB8I/AAAAAAAAAcA/-txuJhbOXTw/s320/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541678240328714178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine there is a man you admire for his intellect and his eloquence – Professor Clement Peacefilledman.   He is a great scientific mind, a speaker, a debater, a well of knowledge and inventions.  His research into specific aspects of natural health show him to be extremely industrious and blessed.  He is a man of God, steeped in the word and led by the spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have followed The Professor's studies, books and lectures for many years and agreed with all he says, and been blessed greatly by his works.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have an opportunity one day to meet The Professor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  His personal assistant of 10 years has contacted you and asked you to follow them around for the day, helping to set up a conference in this area.  Of course you leap at the chance and spend much time in mental and physical preparation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The day comes.  You meet the assistant, a capable, friendly man who obviously admires The Professor.  The gentle, reverent way he speaks about him shows his love and respect.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The assistant directs you to your first task.  Your mind is on the job so you don't get it wrong, but your head is spinning as you await you first meeting with the Professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As you work in the busy auditorium,  helping to set up the stage you turn and see The Professor.    He is sitting in the front row of the auditorium listening to his assistant with a look of calm confidence, smiling and nodding.  His assistant is respectful and relaxed, going through a long page of instructions, with a few questions here and there – never addressing The Professor by his given name - Clement – always “Sir”.  The assistant quickly notes down any thoughts The Professor may share, and any questions or requests.   The assistant stands and smiles and thanks The Professor,  as he goes to work on that list.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe this is your chance to meet The Professor?  You start down the steps from the stage, but you notice that The Professor has dropped to his knees and is deep in prayer.    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Realising that this is not your appointed time to meet The Professor you tip-toe back up the stairs but are SHOCKED to hear a screech ring out across the auditorium:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  “&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CLEMENT!  Have you fed your budgie yet?  I can hear the thing halfway across the carpark from that cramped little campervan.  I told you we should have hired the six-berth.  My neck is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;killing &lt;/span&gt;me from sleeping in that tiny bed.  You'd think by now someone would have realised that you can't possibly be relied upon to make a decision on those sort of things.     Mind you, I suppose I'm the bigger fool – married to you for 40 years and still letting you make the arrangements.    And here's me giving up this whole week to travel with you and attend these lectures which I've heard hundreds of time when I'd rather be at my Women's Retreat.  The speaker this year was someone I SPECIFICALLY wanted to hear and she won't be back in New Zealand for another&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; two&lt;/span&gt; years.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As the shouting gets closer you see a tiny little woman striding down the aisle of the auditorium, waving an umbrella and holding a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  “&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you went and forgot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; didn't you.  Ha!  It was only 20 minutes ago you said you'd need an umbrella today for that bit in your talk.     My, my.  What you'd do without me I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; don't know.    And  I don't suppose you've had your tablets today have you?     Humph ...   Just as I thought, here you are then.  I saw some  of the bottles were open on the bench - but you'd got distracted half-way through hadn't you.    So I don't suppose you can remember which ones you HAVE  taken?  Can you?  Hmmm?    Here you are then.   Yes, yes I've got a bottle of water for you ...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Professor, by this time, has risen from his knees and is standing, head hanging, mumbling something and putting out his hand for his umbrella, book and tablets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's too hard to watch.  You turn and walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How could she?  Doesn't she realise what a wonderful man he is?  How blessed?  How full of the spirit.  Filled with wisdom and using his gifts for the glory of God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doesn't she see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Eph 5:33  ...  and the wife see that she reverence her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-8960926645555417278?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/8960926645555417278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=8960926645555417278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8960926645555417278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8960926645555417278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-story-for-wives.html' title='A   LITTLE   STORY   FOR    WIVES'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TOf-_55OB8I/AAAAAAAAAcA/-txuJhbOXTw/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-9021410050478675990</id><published>2010-11-19T18:39:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T18:43:46.498+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>SUDDENLY  IT   IS   SUMMER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TOYN3cqRyBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/NgFpQGda4hM/s1600/goat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TOYN3cqRyBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/NgFpQGda4hM/s320/goat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541131637763459090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter was over, it was spring for a week or so and now suddenly it's summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poppy has shed her winter coat and looking decidedly thinner.   The photo above was taken while she was still trying to get rid of all that beautiful natural insulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't had rain for a while and I believe that is causing a lot of problems in the farming and horticultural world.      Our grass is looking very thin and whispy whereas normally we have thick fat green blades this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be having to buy water this year!   We know the Lord will provide though - whether he gives us rain, or money to buy water.  According to His perfect will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-9021410050478675990?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/9021410050478675990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=9021410050478675990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/9021410050478675990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/9021410050478675990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/11/suddenly-it-is-summer.html' title='SUDDENLY  IT   IS   SUMMER'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TOYN3cqRyBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/NgFpQGda4hM/s72-c/goat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-7009190070972645996</id><published>2010-11-19T18:22:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T18:37:19.142+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>FROM   THE   BLUEDORNS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TOYKC7Ey9eI/AAAAAAAAAbw/XW9osgwMCRo/s1600/this%2Bone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TOYKC7Ey9eI/AAAAAAAAAbw/XW9osgwMCRo/s320/this%2Bone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541127436859799010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time of intensive research for the book our family is writing on Home Education, I am able to revisit lots of old "friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these is "Teaching the Trivium" by Harvey and Laurie Bluedorn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would share a few portions as time permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...  If there were some simple but accurate diagnostic test to assess whether the &lt;child's&gt; mind is physically ready, we might recommend them.  As it is, the best test we know of on the market is the parental assessment - the homeschool hunch - a carefully designed method whereby mom and dad, after working with the child, come to agree,  "yep, he's ready for this," or "Nope, we're going a bit fast, we'll hold back a little here."  Please notice that the parent is being trained through his process as much as the child.  We suspect this was the original design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Chapter 10 - page 290&lt;br /&gt;Used with permission from the Bluedorns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In New Zealand "Teaching the Trivium" is available from &lt;a href="http://hef.org.nz/"&gt;Hefnet&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.sella.co.nz/store/4ym9qg/hef/display-80/"&gt;sella&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.trademe.co.nz/Members/Listings.aspx?member=2366144"&gt;trademe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-7009190070972645996?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/7009190070972645996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=7009190070972645996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/7009190070972645996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/7009190070972645996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/11/from-bluedorns.html' title='FROM   THE   BLUEDORNS'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TOYKC7Ey9eI/AAAAAAAAAbw/XW9osgwMCRo/s72-c/this%2Bone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-7524154230244684934</id><published>2010-11-11T07:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T07:35:55.803+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>POTATO    CAGE</title><content type='html'>It's not that we're afraid the potatoes will escape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to keep our potatoes safe from our chooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we let our chickens go free-range we are having so much fun.  It's a much healthier idea to let the chickens go free, but pen the vegetables in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This potato cage was made from bits and pieces around the place, some compost we'd made - some compost that wasn't ready yet, and some soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TNrlk3Lb26I/AAAAAAAAAbo/njhmei-_mCM/s1600/potcage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TNrlk3Lb26I/AAAAAAAAAbo/njhmei-_mCM/s320/potcage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537991113255410594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After constructing it we left it open on one side and the chickens helped themselves to any goodies they wanted, scratched it around, spread it, composted it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the yucky little doggie came trotting out happily with a mouthful of something mucky ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will put the potatoes in the soil today, under the compost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the plants grow we will throw hay onto them to encourage more growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take some more photos later in the season to show how this experiment is working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-7524154230244684934?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/7524154230244684934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=7524154230244684934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/7524154230244684934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/7524154230244684934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/11/potato-cage.html' title='POTATO    CAGE'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TNrlk3Lb26I/AAAAAAAAAbo/njhmei-_mCM/s72-c/potcage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-910804709914835205</id><published>2010-11-03T15:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:33:35.303+13:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE  A  CHILD  A  HOMEMADE  GAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TNDI9dgEmGI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Pd2rtnWXu2w/s1600/blog+005+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TNDI9dgEmGI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Pd2rtnWXu2w/s320/blog+005+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535144900255062114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some people it might just look like some bits of cardboard with numbers on them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to us, this is a valuable game that teaches and reinforces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- number recognition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- taking turns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- following instructions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- making neat piles of cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- understanding rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- matching numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  waiting patiently while other people learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  laughing together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  congratulating each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  waiting till other people have finished the game before starting another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just a few bits of cardboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-910804709914835205?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/910804709914835205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=910804709914835205&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/910804709914835205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/910804709914835205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/11/give-child-homemade-game.html' title='GIVE  A  CHILD  A  HOMEMADE  GAME'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TNDI9dgEmGI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Pd2rtnWXu2w/s72-c/blog+005+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-4219783777978645355</id><published>2010-10-29T18:24:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T18:28:22.143+13:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE  A  CHILD  A  PIECE  OF  DIRT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMpbaFGBInI/AAAAAAAAAbY/P6rFcaz2IuY/s1600/blog+018+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMpbaFGBInI/AAAAAAAAAbY/P6rFcaz2IuY/s320/blog+018+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533335595780219506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two have made a "garden" with a "plant"  in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in a suburban garden you can allow your children a bit of dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless your child is extremely interested in horticulture then I suggest you just leave it to them to build and plant their garden by themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who REALLY want to learn will search through gardening books with you, choose seeds, discuss how to make successful potting mix ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just provide the equipment and stand on the sidelines ready to assist when asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-4219783777978645355?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/4219783777978645355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=4219783777978645355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4219783777978645355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4219783777978645355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/10/give-child-piece-of-dirt.html' title='GIVE  A  CHILD  A  PIECE  OF  DIRT'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMpbaFGBInI/AAAAAAAAAbY/P6rFcaz2IuY/s72-c/blog+018+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-5017679804067820989</id><published>2010-10-29T16:46:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:49:31.227+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>WHAT  IS  IT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMpEIF56vWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4t3WeMLk9a8/s1600/blog+016+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMpEIF56vWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4t3WeMLk9a8/s320/blog+016+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533309997992820066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's a plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we think it looks rather like a little mouse climbing into our wee vase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know the name of this plant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also looks a bit like the end-halves of mice we find around the place here.   Seems the cat doesn't like to eat the end with the tail on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is he kind enough to leave the bit with the tail so we have something to hold when we throw it into the compost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-5017679804067820989?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/5017679804067820989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=5017679804067820989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5017679804067820989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5017679804067820989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-is-it.html' title='WHAT  IS  IT?'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMpEIF56vWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4t3WeMLk9a8/s72-c/blog+016+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-8262600811444956024</id><published>2010-10-25T19:00:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:09:46.283+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willow Cottage'/><title type='text'>WILLOW COTTAGE ONLINE STORE IS UP AND RUNNING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMUdhx0eFnI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Q6mRceinLaY/s1600/stoolbench+and+table3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMUdhx0eFnI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Q6mRceinLaY/s320/stoolbench+and+table3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531860183440823922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have the website sorted out and our first items for sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please wander over to our &lt;a href="http://www.willowcottage.co.nz/"&gt;Willow Cottage website&lt;/a&gt; and have a little look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMUdZhjwbJI/AAAAAAAAAao/YdB9EwU3Nlg/s1600/dragging+chairstool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMUdZhjwbJI/AAAAAAAAAao/YdB9EwU3Nlg/s320/dragging+chairstool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531860041636801682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our products are made RIGHT HERE in our own workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are designed by a Mummy and Daddy team who understand the need for quality, durability, usability and style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And - along with our blog here we hope to encourage and equip others in their quest for a gentle, natural lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMUeCT7v_XI/AAAAAAAAAbA/1IZbMlIWVEw/s1600/bass+and+matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMUeCT7v_XI/AAAAAAAAAbA/1IZbMlIWVEw/s320/bass+and+matt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531860742353976690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each item has been designed because there was a need for it in our family.    All goodies have been tested and approved                          :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMUehpsI73I/AAAAAAAAAbI/lQ1VZjwP7mQ/s1600/teethers+in+a+line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMUehpsI73I/AAAAAAAAAbI/lQ1VZjwP7mQ/s320/teethers+in+a+line.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531861280770027378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are ready to take orders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-8262600811444956024?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/8262600811444956024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=8262600811444956024&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8262600811444956024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8262600811444956024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/10/willow-cottage-online-store-is-up-and.html' title='WILLOW COTTAGE ONLINE STORE IS UP AND RUNNING!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMUdhx0eFnI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Q6mRceinLaY/s72-c/stoolbench+and+table3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-3738299469803337559</id><published>2010-10-23T11:09:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T11:13:38.184+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>100 POSTS?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMIMVxvbfXI/AAAAAAAAAag/Tl0tOrcoB_k/s1600/blog+009+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMIMVxvbfXI/AAAAAAAAAag/Tl0tOrcoB_k/s320/blog+009+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530996860633447794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I have made 100 posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I had that much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for this tool where I can communicate with so many people that I've never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the opportunity to share truths that you have revealed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more posts in the pipeline, and I have some special guest writers coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all those who read and comment (to my regular, most supportive comment-makers I LOVE YOU SISTERS!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep returning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-3738299469803337559?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/3738299469803337559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=3738299469803337559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3738299469803337559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3738299469803337559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/10/100-posts.html' title='100 POSTS?!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMIMVxvbfXI/AAAAAAAAAag/Tl0tOrcoB_k/s72-c/blog+009+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-1570784132739610034</id><published>2010-10-23T10:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T11:07:26.810+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give A Child ...'/><title type='text'>GIVE A CHILD A JOB TO DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMIKXEDlN2I/AAAAAAAAAaY/KPQ8oNG12MQ/s1600/blog+004+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMIKXEDlN2I/AAAAAAAAAaY/KPQ8oNG12MQ/s320/blog+004+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530994683706423138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been studies done on what we already knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children love doing jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to go into all the technical terms they use for what happens in a child's mind and heart when they work - you just look at their faces.   Listen to their conversation with you.  They love working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little guy was only two-and-a-half when this photo was taken.  He loves to cut carrots and apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share how to teach a little one to do this job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  It's much easier if you have a child-sized table (like the ones we sell through Willow Cottage! As I write this the first table is being made for sale.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  It's also easier if they have a stool or chair the right size for them!  (same!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Have a chopping board and a sharp knife the right size for them.  (we don't sell the knives sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Show them how to cut slowly and carefully, keeping their fingers out the way.   They must cut the piece off and then push it to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Show them how to keep things neat, and keep their working area tidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Help them to clean up afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you already knew that didn't you!!   It's good to be reminded of these things though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just blessed by having some wonderful visitors staying.     Just before they left for their new home Daddy cut some kindling for them to take with them.    Several of the boys were out there watching, and collecting all the pieces to pile together.    The visitors' little two year old guy presumed the kindling was to take into the house, so he collected a handful and very purposely toddled over the driveway, and with a big smile came into the kitchen and handed me his bundle of kindling.   I was so touched by his diligence and thoughtfulness.  His Mumma and Daddy have done some good training.               :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-1570784132739610034?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/1570784132739610034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=1570784132739610034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/1570784132739610034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/1570784132739610034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/10/give-child-job-to-do.html' title='GIVE A CHILD A JOB TO DO'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TMIKXEDlN2I/AAAAAAAAAaY/KPQ8oNG12MQ/s72-c/blog+004+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-3554279246511854407</id><published>2010-10-14T18:22:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T18:27:22.723+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give A Child ...'/><title type='text'>GIVE  A  CHILD  A  BIG  BROTHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TLaUazFUMOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rlnT5VPkkzU/s1600/blog+008+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TLaUazFUMOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rlnT5VPkkzU/s320/blog+008+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527768780753875170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 year old playing quite naturally and happily with his 3 year old brother.   They are real buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm told this is quite common in home educating families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed.   Thank you Lord for this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you too&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-3554279246511854407?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/3554279246511854407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=3554279246511854407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3554279246511854407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3554279246511854407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/10/give-child-big-brother.html' title='GIVE  A  CHILD  A  BIG  BROTHER'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TLaUazFUMOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rlnT5VPkkzU/s72-c/blog+008+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-7061045357493344937</id><published>2010-10-14T15:49:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T13:32:10.193+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give A Child ...'/><title type='text'>GIVE  A  CHILD  A  SCARF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TLZxgAPRCXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ESSssFwn1ZQ/s1600/scarf+001+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TLZxgAPRCXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ESSssFwn1ZQ/s320/scarf+001+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527730387277646194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silk scarves are SO much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunt in your local op-shop for some lovely colourful scarves for children of all ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby loves to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   chew them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   scrunch them up in their chubby little fists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  play "peek-a-boo" and "where has teddy gone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  roll on them after bathtime - feeling the silk on their skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddlers and older children may like to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  throw them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  wrap things in them, playing "presents for everyone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  make them into parachutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  tents for teddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  royal capes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  dessert headwraps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* bedding for a baby doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* wrap to carry baby doll around in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  sling for a "broken arm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  bandage for playing doctoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  blindfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let their imaginations soar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-7061045357493344937?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/7061045357493344937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=7061045357493344937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/7061045357493344937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/7061045357493344937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/10/give-child-scarf.html' title='GIVE  A  CHILD  A  SCARF'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TLZxgAPRCXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ESSssFwn1ZQ/s72-c/scarf+001+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-6647119621087758825</id><published>2010-10-08T17:42:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T18:28:25.643+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give A Child ...'/><title type='text'>GIVE A CHILD BAKED BEANS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TK6mB7hxASI/AAAAAAAAAaA/26dmKDyWPos/s1600/today+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TK6mB7hxASI/AAAAAAAAAaA/26dmKDyWPos/s320/today+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525536344919572770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time (this is a true, sad story) there was a little girl (we'll call her "S") whose Daddy worked full-time, and her Mummy also worked full-time.  However, the happy thing was that Mummy and Daddy and S (who was 6 years old), at the time of this story, all lived in the same house.  Unfortunately, some time later that wasn't the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The normal family routine was: Daddy left for work early in the morning;  S got up and had breakfast with her Mummy;  Mummy took S to school;  later in the day Mummy went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the school day a friend of mine (let's call her "L") collected S, along with L's own girl and boy, from school.  They all went to L's house and played till it was time for S's Daddy to come and pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S and her Daddy would have junk food for tea; S would fall asleep in front of the TV around 9 or 10 o'clock and her Daddy would carry her to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing was very, very sad to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it got even sadder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when S's Daddy came to pick her up from L's house, L and her family were just about to sit down to their tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I stay here for tea?"  asked S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."  said her Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?  I want what they're having."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on.  We're having McDonalds," said the Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left, and L felt very heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was L's family having that S wanted so badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked beans on toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L and her family didn't have a lot of money, but they had a lot of love and time for each other.  Maybe it was the love and the time, not just baked beans that S wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often think of that story when we have baked beans on toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of it the other day when we had a lovely home-laid egg and baked beans on toast, so I took a picture to show the world, and encourage everyone to give lots of love and time to our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-6647119621087758825?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/6647119621087758825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=6647119621087758825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6647119621087758825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6647119621087758825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/10/give-child-baked-beans.html' title='GIVE A CHILD BAKED BEANS'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TK6mB7hxASI/AAAAAAAAAaA/26dmKDyWPos/s72-c/today+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-8678122031686785207</id><published>2010-09-29T17:57:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:12:19.991+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>HE WAS LISTENING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TKLI8-G2G3I/AAAAAAAAAZw/BfI4h0dahAk/s1600/sept+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TKLI8-G2G3I/AAAAAAAAAZw/BfI4h0dahAk/s320/sept+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522197042899065714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy using this "Bible Stories to Read" book by Rod and Staff, with accompanying colouring book available in New Zealand from&lt;a href="http://www.creakycorner.co.nz/"&gt; Creaky Corner&lt;/a&gt;.    After reading a story from this book we read the account from the ACTUAL Bible - King James Version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Five Year old was listening to Mummy read the story of Samson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being five, he is going through that rather grizzly stage where little boys like all the gruesome details of history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was rather intrigued by the Philistines taking out Samson's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Argh!"  he said greatly horrified and interested at the same time.  "Those terrible Philistines!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I was wondering how much of the story he remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy:  "Who was the story about that we read earlier?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Five:  "Samson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy:  "And what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Five:  "They took his eyes out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy:  "Who took his eyes out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Five:  "Um ... ah .... "  (look of intense concentration on his face ....)   " ... ah ... "  (a sudden smile and eyes sparkling  " The Philistyrenes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-8678122031686785207?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/8678122031686785207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=8678122031686785207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8678122031686785207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8678122031686785207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/09/he-was-listening_28.html' title='HE WAS LISTENING!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TKLI8-G2G3I/AAAAAAAAAZw/BfI4h0dahAk/s72-c/sept+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-1142410528728722015</id><published>2010-09-26T06:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T07:04:14.479+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>GIVE A CHILD SOME CRAYONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ45aYjrHpI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XS9blXQuurE/s1600/boys+colouring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ45aYjrHpI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XS9blXQuurE/s320/boys+colouring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520913318634266258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something very satisfying about using crayons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloured pencils are neat and tidy, felt pens are dense and often messy (especially if you are 2 years old) - but crayons are soft, responsive, versatile and smell good!  Especially Honey Sticks crayons made from beeswax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small child does well to have only a few colours of a good quality, and a shallow tray to put the crayons into.  Teach your child to respect all art equipment, and to put it away when finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrow some books from the library on crayon work - or art with pastels - to give you some ideas if the children are looking to you for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have a go yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy crayoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-1142410528728722015?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/1142410528728722015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=1142410528728722015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/1142410528728722015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/1142410528728722015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/09/give-child-some-crayons.html' title='GIVE A CHILD SOME CRAYONS'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ45aYjrHpI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XS9blXQuurE/s72-c/boys+colouring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-8724196870963923364</id><published>2010-09-24T12:42:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:47:15.947+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>BLANKET  TIME  GAMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJv12q0SJFI/AAAAAAAAAY4/4LrA52n1z80/s1600/game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJv12q0SJFI/AAAAAAAAAY4/4LrA52n1z80/s320/game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520276087827997778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned previously, our family love our reading aloud sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its sometimes a problem to keep the little ones quiet when we read aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy has devised the following scheme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take some shoe boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put stickers on the boxes (we have two boys using this system at the moment so we have 1A 1B,   2A 2B,   3A 3B etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a collection of toys in them (1A   may have three wooden blocks, a car, a tractor, a small doll; 1B may have some polished stones, a wooden bowl, a basket, a silk scarf, a small boat ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes without saying that we DO NOT put these type of things in our boxes - whistles, drums, clicky cars ...  although some children have a knack of making ANY toy noisy!   If that is the case, just keep training.     :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Store the boxes in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reading time comes put a blanket down for each child (not touching each other!) and say "Blanket time!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJv18PylhfI/AAAAAAAAAZA/zjTYUYP78QA/s1600/game2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJv18PylhfI/AAAAAAAAAZA/zjTYUYP78QA/s320/game2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520276183652337138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One child is the "A" child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other child is the "B" child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A" child gets box 1A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"B" child gets box 1B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sit nicely on their blanket, and wait while Mummy puts the boxes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy gets comfy and says "You may open your boxes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy reads, the other children draw, colour etc and the little boys play with the toys in their boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When "A" child has been through all the "A" boxes (we have eight) he becomes the "B" child, and goes through all the "B" boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boxes do not come out unless we are reading, so the toys stay special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children also have a pillow or cushion on their blanket, so if they don't want to play with the toys they can cozy down and just listen to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-8724196870963923364?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/8724196870963923364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=8724196870963923364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8724196870963923364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8724196870963923364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/09/blanket-time-games.html' title='BLANKET  TIME  GAMES'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJv12q0SJFI/AAAAAAAAAY4/4LrA52n1z80/s72-c/game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-5802586649439256672</id><published>2010-09-24T12:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:42:30.376+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Natural Things'/><title type='text'>NEAT LITTLE WOODEN GAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJvznD7QFuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/kzozWCM-pwg/s1600/wooden+rings+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJvznD7QFuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/kzozWCM-pwg/s320/wooden+rings+game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520273620666947298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our children were around 8 months old, till they're about 2,  they've always liked the game where you carefully put the rings onto a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past we've had plastic ones that get broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But putting my "natural" thinking cap on I came up with this alternative which has been fun for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a "coffee mug tree" and asked a handy passing saw-user (one of the big boys) to saw the sticking out bits off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now when we do our op-shopping we are on the lookout for any sort of wooden rings: curtain rings, or napkin rings etc.     Quite hard to find, but exciting when we find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-5802586649439256672?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/5802586649439256672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=5802586649439256672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5802586649439256672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5802586649439256672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/09/neat-little-wooden-game.html' title='NEAT LITTLE WOODEN GAME'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJvznD7QFuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/kzozWCM-pwg/s72-c/wooden+rings+game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-4236280322064652108</id><published>2010-09-24T12:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:36:08.878+12:00</updated><title type='text'>WE HAVE A HEN AS BIG AS A DOG!!!</title><content type='html'>That's right - our hen is the size of a dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJvxL9hmUwI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2QDAXr9_azg/s1600/chicken+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJvxL9hmUwI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2QDAXr9_azg/s320/chicken+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520270956069016322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't believe everything you read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't believe everything you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, both my words and photograph are truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a wise reader will use DISCERNMENT and, hopefully INTELLIGENCE in processing the information I have shared here:   that our hen is, in fact,  as big as a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the importance of teaching our children to be THINKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a sense of humour too - very helpful   :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-4236280322064652108?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/4236280322064652108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=4236280322064652108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4236280322064652108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4236280322064652108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/09/amazing-hen.html' title='WE HAVE A HEN AS BIG AS A DOG!!!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJvxL9hmUwI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2QDAXr9_azg/s72-c/chicken+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-356194493700602736</id><published>2010-09-14T11:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T11:35:34.034+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>MATHS GAMES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TI6zmzrr1BI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Lt24LD2F-8w/s1600/game+001+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TI6zmzrr1BI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Lt24LD2F-8w/s320/game+001+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516544072865272850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths doesn't give me a headache any more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in school "maths" was something I didn't understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - sometimes I understood it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;briefly&lt;/span&gt;, but as soon as I got home and looked blankly at the page of questions I doubted that I had any intelligence at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed to have a Dad who worked through my homework with me, and made it a bit more understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now our oldest two are doing maths that is REALLY beyond me - but that's fine - Math-U-See has a DVD where kind (and funny) Mr Demme explains each new concept.  And best of all - Daddy is overseeing the boys maths!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get to play fun games with the smalls at maths time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I have 16 walnuts, and I wanted to divide them up equally into the four compartments of this wooden tray - how many walnuts would I have in each compartment?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-356194493700602736?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/356194493700602736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=356194493700602736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/356194493700602736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/356194493700602736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/09/maths-games.html' title='MATHS GAMES!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TI6zmzrr1BI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Lt24LD2F-8w/s72-c/game+001+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-2832457068194489672</id><published>2010-09-10T15:02:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:23:08.310+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>MORE ARTWORK!</title><content type='html'>It was time for Mummy to do some art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImf-RziKLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/DVAgxxMPoqc/s1600/blockcr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImf-RziKLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/DVAgxxMPoqc/s320/blockcr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515115110972139698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by&lt;a href="http://harmonyartmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/watercolor-painting-collage.html"&gt; a wonderful post &lt;/a&gt;by Harmony Art Mom  - I had a go at the same sort of effect using our new block crayons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These crayons smell wonderful (they are beeswax) and can be used in so many lovely ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I did the background colour using the sides of the crayons, then doodled around with some spirals and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl did one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImggQbqweI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/GjzIDl_pzBM/s1600/E%27sone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImggQbqweI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/GjzIDl_pzBM/s320/E%27sone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515115694719156706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, while I was cooking tea and seeing to little boys all at the same time I ruled lines on the back of the picture.  Well, I tried to rule the lines, but got it all wrong and had to re-rule them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImgZGeGYoI/AAAAAAAAAYI/BMlbOfVMBkA/s1600/cutup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImgZGeGYoI/AAAAAAAAAYI/BMlbOfVMBkA/s320/cutup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515115571785917058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cut the picture into little pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:  This is not the same as when our 5 year old cuts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;artwork into little pieces!  Those pieces normally end up on the floor/ in the bin / stuck to something - or being quietly chewed by the dog under the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImgmkxiw8I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Kpgiw6NtBFI/s1600/finpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImgmkxiw8I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Kpgiw6NtBFI/s320/finpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515115803258831810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was in a hurry (I usually am!) I didn't set the pieces out to make sure they looked good BEFORE I glued them.  Setting them out is a good idea.   I just figured it would look ok as long as I didn't have lots of the same colour together.     :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-2832457068194489672?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/2832457068194489672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=2832457068194489672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2832457068194489672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2832457068194489672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-artwork.html' title='MORE ARTWORK!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImf-RziKLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/DVAgxxMPoqc/s72-c/blockcr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-8178924447870166123</id><published>2010-09-10T14:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:02:29.736+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>MAKING BREAD</title><content type='html'>It is so much fun now that our little girl is getting older!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very excited to make bread this week, and she did most of the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it wasn't really "work" it was just Great Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImc2ZHIC6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/Ji7iZhLKbTE/s1600/kneading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImc2ZHIC6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/Ji7iZhLKbTE/s320/kneading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515111676959525794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started mixing the bread in our cake mixer with dough hooks, but eventually had to get it out and knead by hand as the recipe called for 6 cups of flour and we knew our little mixer would not be happy trying to mix that amount!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneading was made MUCH easier by using this lovely kneading board that Daddy made for us.  And you can see that Little Girl is using the table Daddy made too - it's  far more pleasant and more efficient for children to have sturdy, workable tools to suit their size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a close-up of our lovely kneading board - it is excellent for rolling pastry and biscuit dough out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImc8GVsmRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/yVUST1PuVP0/s1600/kneading+board.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImc8GVsmRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/yVUST1PuVP0/s320/kneading+board.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515111774999582994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like one, and are not able to make one yourself we will be selling these in our business, Willow Cottage,  very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I took the photo above I realised that now the world can see we have no cupboard doors and drawer fronts in our kitchen!!    But we are blessed to have a kitchen.    :o)   So who needs cupboard doors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImcj88mEUI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Is8Q5iG0Rgg/s1600/plait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImcj88mEUI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Is8Q5iG0Rgg/s320/plait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515111360161517890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImcvuOdA5I/AAAAAAAAAXg/d3zHS3F4iAI/s1600/breadcooked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImcvuOdA5I/AAAAAAAAAXg/d3zHS3F4iAI/s320/breadcooked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515111562368320402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smaller loaf was completely gone by the end of afternoon tea - the boys loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saved the larger loaf to show Daddy, and enjoyed it with jam after tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-8178924447870166123?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/8178924447870166123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=8178924447870166123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8178924447870166123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8178924447870166123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/09/making-bread.html' title='MAKING BREAD'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TImc2ZHIC6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/Ji7iZhLKbTE/s72-c/kneading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-8375065315526325818</id><published>2010-08-28T09:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T19:30:10.616+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give A Child ...'/><title type='text'>GIVE A CHLD SOME PAINTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THi6ObHui7I/AAAAAAAAAXA/6boykDbL7w0/s1600/paint+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THi6ObHui7I/AAAAAAAAAXA/6boykDbL7w0/s320/paint+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510358901048904626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you were a child again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone gave you some lovely art equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told you to BE CAREFUL!  DON'T SQUEEZE SO MUCH OUT!  DON'T WASTE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have a fantastic time.      :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back I had a &lt;a href="http://www.tlc.ac.nz/"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; out of the library that encouraged me to Do Some Art!  (very good book in some aspects but sadly, not so good in other ways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagined what it would be like to walk into an art studio, and have someone say to me "There you go!  Feel free to use anything you want!  Play!  Have fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so enthused by this prompting, that I got all our 3-D paints out and we had a FANTASTIC time with them - we used them all up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we need boundaries - we don't paint the deck, the dog,  or PURPOSELY put paint all over our hair and clothes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we really shouldn't use the word WASTE when it comes to art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child who is bored with art, or looking for attention in the wrong way, or left to themselves when they want company and direction may WASTE things - but the child who is engaged and enthralled by the materials and the process should be encouraged to USE all those goodies - paints, glue, paper, cardboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES it's messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES it requires set-up and clean-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES it's much easier and better for everyone if you ALL set-up and clean-up together which requires training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT PEOPLE!!!!  I encourage you so much  -  GET BUSY WITH ART!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your child wants you to work alongside - be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your child wants to be silent and uninterrupted - give them space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your child wants you to sit and watch - give them the gift of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "mess" that we made on coloured card with our 3-D paints that day, was carefully sorted out, and I kept the most pleasing artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other day I dug out those 3-D paint splatters and look what we produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THi6Thv5MUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/D9bHIeyFH2w/s1600/cards+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THi6Thv5MUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/D9bHIeyFH2w/s320/cards+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510358988727333186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-8375065315526325818?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/8375065315526325818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=8375065315526325818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8375065315526325818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8375065315526325818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/08/give-chld-some-paints.html' title='GIVE A CHLD SOME PAINTS'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THi6ObHui7I/AAAAAAAAAXA/6boykDbL7w0/s72-c/paint+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-5706735341686199682</id><published>2010-08-27T14:17:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:22:30.057+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give A Child ...'/><title type='text'>GIVE A CHILD A MATCHBOX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THcgZLMI0gI/AAAAAAAAAVo/bg3RuKgyelI/s1600/matchbox1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THcgZLMI0gI/AAAAAAAAAVo/bg3RuKgyelI/s320/matchbox1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509908285983609346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely game to get the children out hunting for tiny little items in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many different sorts of things can you find to fit inside a matchbox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THcgq84POpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/fOx8734lok4/s1600/matchbox2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THcgq84POpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/fOx8734lok4/s320/matchbox2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509908591379692178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Seven decided she wanted to draw some of those beautiful little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THcgu0XpT7I/AAAAAAAAAV4/pEoOcrSNZBA/s1600/matchbox3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THcgu0XpT7I/AAAAAAAAAV4/pEoOcrSNZBA/s320/matchbox3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509908657814982578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fantastic selection of coloured pencils are Faber Castell - these are the best pencils we have found.  Please don't buy your children cheap, scratchy pencils!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-5706735341686199682?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/5706735341686199682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=5706735341686199682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5706735341686199682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5706735341686199682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/08/give-child-matchbox.html' title='GIVE A CHILD A MATCHBOX'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THcgZLMI0gI/AAAAAAAAAVo/bg3RuKgyelI/s72-c/matchbox1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-125492972760802657</id><published>2010-08-27T14:16:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:17:39.354+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give A Child ...'/><title type='text'>GIVE A CHILD SOME BELLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THcgCSnErRI/AAAAAAAAAVg/f8oTbs4FMfM/s1600/bell+socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THcgCSnErRI/AAAAAAAAAVg/f8oTbs4FMfM/s320/bell+socks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509907892838640914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought that five months old was just the right age for baby to have his first instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of this game, apparently, was pulling the socks off his feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-125492972760802657?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/125492972760802657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=125492972760802657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/125492972760802657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/125492972760802657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/08/give-child-some-bells.html' title='GIVE A CHILD SOME BELLS'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THcgCSnErRI/AAAAAAAAAVg/f8oTbs4FMfM/s72-c/bell+socks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-2625871201509193723</id><published>2010-08-27T14:11:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:14:42.246+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give A Child ...'/><title type='text'>GIVE A CHILD A JUG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THcfHqtaVVI/AAAAAAAAAVY/qS9ssgXXpWs/s1600/flowers+jug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THcfHqtaVVI/AAAAAAAAAVY/qS9ssgXXpWs/s320/flowers+jug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509906885695395154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we provide beautiful things for our children (like this lovely chunky pottery jug) our children may surprise us with what they will do with that item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a work of art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-2625871201509193723?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/2625871201509193723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=2625871201509193723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2625871201509193723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2625871201509193723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/08/give-child-jug.html' title='GIVE A CHILD A JUG'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/THcfHqtaVVI/AAAAAAAAAVY/qS9ssgXXpWs/s72-c/flowers+jug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-1906021039822855192</id><published>2010-08-21T14:10:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T14:19:53.624+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>ECO-FEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TG821UuDzFI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ZuLHpzZP0zo/s1600/Ecofest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TG821UuDzFI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ZuLHpzZP0zo/s320/Ecofest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507681159020268626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, Mummy and baby have just come back from the Eco-Fest.  It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our favourite things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met the lady who made&lt;a href="http://www.oursdvd.co.nz/"&gt; this DVD&lt;/a&gt;.     We had previously borrowed the DVD from the library and the children loved it - so we bought our own copy.   Highly recommended viewing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TG827A0m1tI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ODQ8BVqYEo0/s1600/ours-dvd.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TG827A0m1tI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ODQ8BVqYEo0/s320/ours-dvd.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507681256758236882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fantastic creation is something we would like to make (our little girl wants to call ours "Bug Town."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TG83kbfRz2I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/0Rl3RjgkU84/s1600/bugtown+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TG83kbfRz2I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/0Rl3RjgkU84/s320/bugtown+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507681968291172194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ecobob.co.nz/EcoArticle/2048/0/Make-a-Bug-Hilton-Beneficial-Insect-Habitat.aspx"&gt;Here &lt;/a&gt;is the website for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-1906021039822855192?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/1906021039822855192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=1906021039822855192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/1906021039822855192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/1906021039822855192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/08/eco-fest.html' title='ECO-FEST'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TG821UuDzFI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ZuLHpzZP0zo/s72-c/Ecofest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-6276009334797926100</id><published>2010-08-18T17:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:25:36.265+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>WHAT A LOVELY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGtuUdSAgNI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Nbb-irWqVD0/s1600/Settlers+Cottage+059+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGtuUdSAgNI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Nbb-irWqVD0/s320/Settlers+Cottage+059+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506616267127161042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGttqzNeilI/AAAAAAAAATg/rgrRx03dnwM/s1600/Settlers+Cottage+002+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGttqzNeilI/AAAAAAAAATg/rgrRx03dnwM/s320/Settlers+Cottage+002+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506615551459232338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGtuPOvKcPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/U39Nn4hd7dE/s1600/Settlers+Cottage+050+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGtuPOvKcPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/U39Nn4hd7dE/s320/Settlers+Cottage+050+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506616177323569394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGtuKf4CvJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/lFKTv9wkQvY/s1600/Settlers+Cottage+049+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGtuKf4CvJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/lFKTv9wkQvY/s320/Settlers+Cottage+049+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506616096024870034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGtt6cWfxEI/AAAAAAAAAT4/eswRQ_lWrSA/s1600/Settlers+Cottage+046+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGtt6cWfxEI/AAAAAAAAAT4/eswRQ_lWrSA/s320/Settlers+Cottage+046+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506615820200952898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGtt03bJXyI/AAAAAAAAATw/UNSlQH_LR7c/s1600/Settlers+Cottage+044+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGtt03bJXyI/AAAAAAAAATw/UNSlQH_LR7c/s320/Settlers+Cottage+044+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506615724388998946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGttwH6HOlI/AAAAAAAAATo/8phT4KiqTbw/s1600/Settlers+Cottage+043+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGttwH6HOlI/AAAAAAAAATo/8phT4KiqTbw/s320/Settlers+Cottage+043+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506615642914503250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGttl-yNb8I/AAAAAAAAATY/zKcQjs1nnyo/s1600/Settlers+Cottage+022+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGttl-yNb8I/AAAAAAAAATY/zKcQjs1nnyo/s320/Settlers+Cottage+022+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506615468666744770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a trip out to visit a settlers cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-6276009334797926100?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/6276009334797926100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=6276009334797926100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6276009334797926100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6276009334797926100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-lovely-day.html' title='WHAT A LOVELY DAY'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGtuUdSAgNI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Nbb-irWqVD0/s72-c/Settlers+Cottage+059+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-1039608137265714190</id><published>2010-08-12T18:01:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:37:00.053+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>USING OTHER PEOPLE'S PHOTOGRAPHS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGOPeE4TD7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/zzaXI54fM90/s1600/dvd+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGOPeE4TD7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/zzaXI54fM90/s320/dvd+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504400916445597618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has just been brought to my attention that when you copy a photograph from the internet it is considered stealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't anything on the internet for public use?  Any thoughts??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go back through my posts and take off the pictures I have used from the internet - like the one of the snake skin, and the baked potato etc etc ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there is a situation where you can actually use these photos without it being considered "stealing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is our own.   It's an advert for our friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-1039608137265714190?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/1039608137265714190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=1039608137265714190&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/1039608137265714190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/1039608137265714190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/08/using-other-peoples-photographs.html' title='USING OTHER PEOPLE&apos;S PHOTOGRAPHS'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TGOPeE4TD7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/zzaXI54fM90/s72-c/dvd+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-5208067756585874277</id><published>2010-08-07T15:49:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T15:54:32.310+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>DECORATE YOUR HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFzX9r3Pq-I/AAAAAAAAASw/hUICQyz-jbY/s1600/art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFzX9r3Pq-I/AAAAAAAAASw/hUICQyz-jbY/s320/art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502510299486333922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your home lacking colour and personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get busy with the paints, crayons and coloured pencils!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then stick the results up for everyone to see.   :o)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all - remember to have fun when you are doing art with your children.  Encourage them not to focus on the "end result".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them choose which pieces they'd like stuck on the wall (or in our case - the laundry bi-fold doors), which pieces can be cut up and used for cardmaking,  which pieces will be put into their Notebooks, and which pieces are not so precious and can be thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-5208067756585874277?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/5208067756585874277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=5208067756585874277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5208067756585874277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5208067756585874277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/08/decorate-your-home.html' title='DECORATE YOUR HOME'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFzX9r3Pq-I/AAAAAAAAASw/hUICQyz-jbY/s72-c/art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-213438647982571455</id><published>2010-08-05T09:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:44:19.488+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>MAKING A BOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFnek8P37ZI/AAAAAAAAASY/0vcVNyPWqQY/s1600/book1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFnek8P37ZI/AAAAAAAAASY/0vcVNyPWqQY/s320/book1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501673146039135634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a book in the "free" room of the local Re-Use shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures were lovely but as I read through the story I realised that the little girl had a bad attitude towards her father, she complained,  and worst of all there were references to occult things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cut the pictures out, glued them onto paper and made up my own story.  The little girl now loves her family, prays with her father and gives thanks to God when her prayer is answered in a way that she could never have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFnepA2DeYI/AAAAAAAAASg/aF4_MqeTvMU/s1600/book2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFnepA2DeYI/AAAAAAAAASg/aF4_MqeTvMU/s320/book2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501673215992494466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presentation isn't the best, I know it would have looked nicer typed up, and the binding certainly wouldn't win any prizes - but often the children don't care about presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love this story and it has been read many times since I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFnevgxJL7I/AAAAAAAAASo/3uwhW5WaUVI/s1600/book+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFnevgxJL7I/AAAAAAAAASo/3uwhW5WaUVI/s320/book+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501673327641046962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-213438647982571455?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/213438647982571455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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balls just recently, so thought I would post a photo of how you construct these balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the pattern from &lt;a href="http://i-like-lemons.blogspot.com/2008/02/knit-balls.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFndQqrtKNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fOuyrS4WiDg/s1600/knit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFndQqrtKNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fOuyrS4WiDg/s320/knit2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501671698215020754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely that there is no sewing up to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummlady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFndELYPO8I/AAAAAAAAASI/SF8KkKKGiE0/s72-c/knit+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-1264821055591412033</id><published>2010-08-05T09:17:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:18:25.678+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>BEAUTIFUL HYMN</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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term='Give A Child ...'/><title type='text'>GIVE A CHILD SOME STICKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFjZRCzBnnI/AAAAAAAAASA/yMYvaacZ8sQ/s1600/things+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFjZRCzBnnI/AAAAAAAAASA/yMYvaacZ8sQ/s320/things+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501385831664950898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy made the children some sticks to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger ones made fences for animals and a some simple towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the little ones went to bed the big boys had a go with the sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFjY543gDJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/x-MHQEMwSF4/s1600/things+001+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFjY543gDJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/x-MHQEMwSF4/s320/things+001+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501385433862376594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-6153384292979363562?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/6153384292979363562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFjZRCzBnnI/AAAAAAAAASA/yMYvaacZ8sQ/s72-c/things+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-4327558707713695911</id><published>2010-08-04T14:56:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:03:18.864+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willow Cottage'/><title type='text'>FIRST STEPS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFjYT_PIXuI/AAAAAAAAARw/LVudfAlBqhE/s1600/things+002+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFjYT_PIXuI/AAAAAAAAARw/LVudfAlBqhE/s320/things+002+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501384782737071842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our business has now officially taken its first step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have purchased the domain name:   www.willowcottage.co.nz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very exciting, but also a little scary as we step out into cyberspace and try to figure it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first products, beautiful wooden baby teethers,  are happily nestled in a box of tissue paper, waiting to be purchased.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-4327558707713695911?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/4327558707713695911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=4327558707713695911&amp;isPopup=true' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-5755297101718486399</id><published>2010-08-03T07:54:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T08:19:35.750+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>RECENT RESEARCH SHOWS ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFcnP49by7I/AAAAAAAAARo/HJ7X5yUnwm4/s1600/lens1494194_1227165365charlotte_mason_homeschool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFcnP49by7I/AAAAAAAAARo/HJ7X5yUnwm4/s320/lens1494194_1227165365charlotte_mason_homeschool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500908623797930930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;DIV {  MARGIN: 0px }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above image is a picture of Miss Charlotte Mason - from this website:  &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/CMbasics"&gt;http://www.squidoo.com/CMbasics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote an email to someone, and thought I would post some of the thoughts I shared with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of our children just turned 17.  He is mostly self-directed in his education -  learning  Japanese, still doing maths and handwriting etc.  He is also designing a webpage for our family business which we just purchased the domain name for!  He's  been homeschooled since  birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And having just been blessed with a new baby, I believe it is profitable for our family if I spend time researching and learning about new/different educational ideas and seeking encouragement in our home education journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been researching many different educational  styles - so far I have studied Charlotte Mason, Montessori, Steiner/Waldorf,  Reggio and am now looking at Thomas Jefferson Education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whilst Montessori, Steiner and Reggio have some  wonderful ideas I also see some of their philosophies as very dangerous.  And  whilst I admire Charlotte Mason's philosophies and ideas I realise that some are  way beyond my capabilities!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must also say that having read (several times!) &lt;a href="http://www.fallacydetective.com/products/item/the-fallacy-detective"&gt;The Fallacy Detective&lt;/a&gt; by the Bluedorn brothers, it has opened my eyes to many fallacies and (sometimes)  outright lies that people either unknowingly, or knowingly insert into their research and philosophies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a very, very interesting field to study  (when I have time!) and I'd like to give a presentation to some of the Mums from our group  towards the end of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will be publishing my findings on this blog when they are in a readable state!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime if anyone wants sound advice on how to raise and educate children I recommend reading the Bible - this is our first and last word on the subject.  This book has no fallacies, no lies and can be trusted to stand for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Mummalady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-5755297101718486399?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/5755297101718486399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=5755297101718486399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5755297101718486399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5755297101718486399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/08/recent-research-shows.html' title='RECENT RESEARCH SHOWS ...'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TFcnP49by7I/AAAAAAAAARo/HJ7X5yUnwm4/s72-c/lens1494194_1227165365charlotte_mason_homeschool.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-6108373334895645177</id><published>2010-07-28T08:43:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:43:34.784+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Benjamin Zander on music and passion | Video on TED.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/benjamin_zander_on_music_and_passion.html"&gt;Benjamin Zander on music and passion | Video on TED.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-6108373334895645177?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ted.com/talks/benjamin_zander_on_music_and_passion.html' title='Benjamin Zander on music and passion | Video on TED.com'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/6108373334895645177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=6108373334895645177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6108373334895645177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6108373334895645177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/07/benjamin-zander-on-music-and-passion.html' title='Benjamin Zander on music and passion | Video on TED.com'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-4664237009744213439</id><published>2010-07-18T14:53:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T15:19:10.941+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Natural Things'/><title type='text'>LOOKIE HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TEJySk4HF_I/AAAAAAAAARg/s_BjHY4yCUQ/s1600/stool+002+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TEJySk4HF_I/AAAAAAAAARg/s_BjHY4yCUQ/s320/stool+002+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495080158807660530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Later on this year we are going to start a family business selling lovely natural things that we have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful little item here will be for sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The need for this stool came about because we have children wanting to go to the toilet by themselves, and then they want to drag the stool over to the bathroom sink to wash their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many stools are too big and heavy, and often Mummy has to bend over to pick up itl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this Mummy, tired of bending over and picking up stools to drag around for her darling children, designed a handsome looking,   light-weight stool   *** &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITH A HANDLE&lt;/span&gt;! ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more bending over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy went out into the workshop, found a spare piece of Rimu, and VIOLA!!  Isn't he a clever Daddy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children LOVE to drag this around the house using it in the bathroom, and the kitchen, and the lounge, and the bedroom ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TEJyKJjqQpI/AAAAAAAAARY/elwvmt7kP3k/s1600/stool+001+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TEJyKJjqQpI/AAAAAAAAARY/elwvmt7kP3k/s320/stool+001+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495080014035174034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you might all like a look at one of the beautiful, exciting items our family will be producing and selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Any advance orders??!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-4664237009744213439?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/4664237009744213439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=4664237009744213439&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4664237009744213439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4664237009744213439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/07/lookie-here.html' title='LOOKIE HERE!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TEJySk4HF_I/AAAAAAAAARg/s_BjHY4yCUQ/s72-c/stool+002+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-8552742870786115970</id><published>2010-07-18T14:47:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:53:28.328+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>WHAT A WONDERFUL DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TEJrRaU-0oI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nwhR1rly8a0/s1600/dvd+355+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TEJrRaU-0oI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nwhR1rly8a0/s320/dvd+355+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495072442214699650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a wonderful, wonderful day&lt;br /&gt;Day I will never forget&lt;br /&gt;After I'd wandered in darkness away&lt;br /&gt;Jesus my saviour I met&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a tender, compassionate friend&lt;br /&gt;He met the need of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Shadows dispelling&lt;br /&gt;With joy I am telling&lt;br /&gt;He made all the darkness depart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven came down and glory filled my soul ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know this hymn then take the time to look it up and learn it.     :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-8552742870786115970?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/8552742870786115970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=8552742870786115970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8552742870786115970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8552742870786115970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-wonderful-day.html' title='WHAT A WONDERFUL DAY'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TEJrRaU-0oI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nwhR1rly8a0/s72-c/dvd+355+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-7580942062252172254</id><published>2010-07-14T11:22:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:08:24.184+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>BIODEGRADABLE?</title><content type='html'>This morning I tripped over a pile of clothes next to Little Boy's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I brushed my teeth I contemplated whether I would pick them up - or get him to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, the Lord gave me an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the lounge and found Little Boy playing happily with blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy:  "You know how a snake sheds his skin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy (putting down blocks and giving me his full attention):  "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy:  "The snake just slithers out of the skin and leaves it there - and he can do that because it's biodegradable - it will break down and disappear into the soil and the earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy (full of interest).  "Yes!  That's right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy:  "Well sweetie - God made you to be a little boy, not a snake - and when you slithered out of your clothes last night and left them on the floor they didn't biodegrade, and they won't disappear, so you need to pick them up and put them in the washing hamper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy (slightly let down that a conversation started with such promise - talking about snakes and shedding skins-  turned out to be a lesson on tidyness):  "Oh, ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-7580942062252172254?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/7580942062252172254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=7580942062252172254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/7580942062252172254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/7580942062252172254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/07/biodegradable.html' title='BIODEGRADABLE?'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-8606910833982686051</id><published>2010-07-13T18:51:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T18:57:52.731+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>ANOTHER BIRTHDAY ROLLS AROUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TDwOBOjr7gI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3bxx1eoBsjA/s1600/all+photos+Mar+to+July+2010+126+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TDwOBOjr7gI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3bxx1eoBsjA/s320/all+photos+Mar+to+July+2010+126+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493281059735596546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been with me a while you may remember our family doesn't like Big Deal Birthdays for our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely day last week when one of our little boys turned 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of our outing.  Yes it was cold - it's the middle of winter!    But we had a great time.  The location was created by God.  It is extremely beautiful.   Thank you God.   :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-8606910833982686051?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/8606910833982686051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=8606910833982686051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8606910833982686051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8606910833982686051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-birthday-rolls-around.html' title='ANOTHER BIRTHDAY ROLLS AROUND'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TDwOBOjr7gI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3bxx1eoBsjA/s72-c/all+photos+Mar+to+July+2010+126+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-3803843979472256361</id><published>2010-07-13T08:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T09:08:44.861+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>WHAT IS ROBBING YOU OF PEACE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TDuC3M2FLzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bjXtN4ZduLc/s1600/sunsetect+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TDuC3M2FLzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bjXtN4ZduLc/s320/sunsetect+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493128055360925490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Sa 16:16  Let our lord now command thy servants, which are before thee, to seek out a man, who is a cunning player on an harp: and it shall come to pass, when the evil spirit from God is upon thee, that he shall play with his hand, and thou shalt be well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Henry says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let us have a cunning player on the harp to attend thee.” How much better friends had they been to him if they had advised him, since the evil spirit was from the Lord, to give all diligence to make his peace with God by true repentance, to send for Samuel to pray with him and to intercede with God for him! then might he not only have had some present relief, but the good Spirit would have returned to him. But their project is to make him merry, and so cure him. Many whose consciences are convinced and startled are for ever ruined by such methods as these, which drown all care of the soul in the delights of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Peace with God by true repentance ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are unsure what to repent of please pray:   "Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:  And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting."  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Psalm 139:23-24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that the Lord will reveal to you anything in  your heart that is black, anything robbing you of joy, anything that is getting in the way of true peace, peace in Christ Jesus.  Repent of that blackness, that sin, that habit, thoughts, feelings ... whatever the Lord reveals to you.  Repent and believe on the Lord Jesus Christ as your saviour.  And be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-3803843979472256361?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/3803843979472256361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=3803843979472256361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3803843979472256361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3803843979472256361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/07/1sa-1616-let-our-lord-now-command-thy.html' title='WHAT IS ROBBING YOU OF PEACE?'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TDuC3M2FLzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bjXtN4ZduLc/s72-c/sunsetect+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-1949235840476655314</id><published>2010-07-02T16:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:21:39.006+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>FRUGAL HOME EDUCATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TC1olrMq2_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/wZ5wuvtDRsI/s1600/shells.ashx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TC1olrMq2_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/wZ5wuvtDRsI/s320/shells.ashx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489158517294816242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just asked a group of us "what is your best hint for frugal home education?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I came up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best hint is to pray for satisfaction and  contentment with what the Lord has given you - and pray for your children to  have this contentment and satisfaction too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT as a home educating Mummy it is still our  responsiblity to facilitate learning and provide resources, and so we pray that  the Lord will open our eyes to exciting and wonderful ways to use what we have,  and the things that come along cheaply or free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if you find some little  baskets, or lovely wooden bowls in the op-shop (or re-use shop) for say $1 each - that would be a sensible purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure they are not junky  horrible bowls or baskets, and ensure that they are a pleasing shape and size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you  are at the beach have the children collect shells or some lovely rounded stones  etc.   The children can wash them when they get home (make sure none of the shells have little creatures living in them!) then put them baskets to be played with  carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea can be used for seed pods, autumn leaves, acorns - all sorts of lovely natural (FREE!) goodies that are so much nicer to play with than over-priced expensive plastic faddish junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-1949235840476655314?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/1949235840476655314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=1949235840476655314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/1949235840476655314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/1949235840476655314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/07/frugal-home-education.html' title='FRUGAL HOME EDUCATION'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TC1olrMq2_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/wZ5wuvtDRsI/s72-c/shells.ashx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-2967232544220646748</id><published>2010-06-20T06:04:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T06:14:54.268+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>THE LORD'S HANDMAID</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TB0GtlswRZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Wu5OFf6TzmI/s1600/300px-Prayer+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TB0GtlswRZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Wu5OFf6TzmI/s320/300px-Prayer+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484547301490836882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a note I just wrote to my friend for herself and her daughter, and also for my own precious little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah longed for a baby, but the Lord had not opened her womb.  And so she had no children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Word says she was in “bitterness of soul” meaning she felt a deep distress and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she “wept sore.”  Which means she cried intensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she prayed she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O LORD of hosts, if thou wilt indeed look on the affliction of thine handmaid, and remember me, and not forget thine handmaid, but wilt give unto thine handmaid a man child, then I will give him unto the LORD all the days of his life ...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice what she called herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was God's handmaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we remember another special woman in the Bible who also humbled herself before God and called herself God's handmaid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 1:38   And Mary said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does it mean to be a “handmaid”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webster's 1828 dictionary says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAND'MAIDEN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n. A maid that waits at hand; a female servant or attendant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does “wait” mean in this sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it means:  “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To pay servile or submissive attendance.  To attend to.  To be ready to serve&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we have a heart and an attitude that is submissive to God?  To be ready to serve Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John the baptist said:  “He must increase, but I must decrease.”  John had already given God his whole life, but he wanted to give even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in Matthew 16:25  Jesus says:  “For whosoever will save his life shall lose it; and whosoever&lt;br /&gt;will lose his life for my sake shall find it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe if we want a heart and an attitude that is quick, ready and happy to serve God we need to think less of our “selves”.    Get rid of all selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul, in Philippians 2:4 says:  “Look NOT every man on his own things, but every man also on the things of others.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where we remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J  Jesus first&lt;br /&gt;O  Others, then&lt;br /&gt;Y   Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the recipe for a life of drudgery and pain.  The Lord blesses obedience to Him in ways we can never, with our limited human mind, even conceive of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mothers and daughters we are blessed having people around us all day to practice this on.  We can serve everyone quickly and happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too hard!  I hear you cry.  Yes - it is very difficult in our own strength, but entirely possible with the Holy Spirit working within us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we serve others we are serving God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the Lord's handmaid.  Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-2967232544220646748?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/2967232544220646748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=2967232544220646748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2967232544220646748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2967232544220646748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/06/lord.html' title='THE LORD&apos;S HANDMAID'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TB0GtlswRZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Wu5OFf6TzmI/s72-c/300px-Prayer+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-7642322855367482260</id><published>2010-06-19T14:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:32:01.215+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>FUN GAME TO MAKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TBwrhHY_5xI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZWRgfTkKG5k/s1600/SANY5985+%28Small%29+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TBwrhHY_5xI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZWRgfTkKG5k/s320/SANY5985+%28Small%29+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484306294149998354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fun and easy game to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collect some lovely little items from around your house (or from your box of "lovely little things" that you keep for times just as these!).   Say seven of each item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefully hot-glue one of the items to the top of a peg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get some nice big tweezers.   Put everything into a lovely wooden box, a tray, or a little basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When child would like to play this game they:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  tip all the items out neatly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  put the pegs onto the ice-cube tray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  then use the tweezers to put matching items into the holes of the ice-cube tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those games that's easier to make if you keep your eye out for goodies each time you visit the re-use shop or opportunity shops (or if you are in America I think they are called Charity Stores).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have another game coming up during the week if we find what we are looking for during our next op-shop visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to share a system I have worked out to keep little boys busy when we do our reading-aloud sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-7642322855367482260?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/7642322855367482260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=7642322855367482260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/7642322855367482260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/7642322855367482260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/06/fun-game-to-make.html' title='FUN GAME TO MAKE'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TBwrhHY_5xI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZWRgfTkKG5k/s72-c/SANY5985+%28Small%29+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-3335934343614035034</id><published>2010-06-15T12:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T12:46:24.289+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>TOO HARD?  NOT WITH THE LORD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TBbMhDsDcYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xA2WeOO_ShY/s1600/questionmark.jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TBbMhDsDcYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xA2WeOO_ShY/s320/questionmark.jpg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482794464667988354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A friend of mine buys honey in bulk because their family doesn't eat sugar.  I admire her, but I never thought I could take sugar out of my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in just about everything we buy, and if you don't put sugar in a lot of the things you cook at home then they just don't taste right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However - at 5 weeks pregnant, after eating a biscuit I felt very sick.  In fact a pregnancy test showed "negative", but I knew I must have been pregnant because I felt sick when I ate sugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same with my last pregnancy.  So I was off sugar.  All forms of sugar.  And yeast.  Not good for my system.  See my last post about what I could eat that didn't have sugar in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have subsequently learned about CARBOHYDRATES that TURN INTO SUGAR after consumption, so that is something for me to do some homework on.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding sugar to things is not good for us.  And even worse for diabetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not diabetic. But I suspect that I get gestational diabetes.  My blood tests were all good because I didn't eat any sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those long 9 months when I couldn't eat so many things that I wanted to eat (couldn't have a sandwich, no pickle on the one brand of cracker biscuits I found with no sugar in them, no sauce, no prepared stock or soup, and definitely no sweets, cakes or chocolate!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that my attitude was bad for a lot of my pregnancy in relation to my food.  I would be positive for a while, eat well, concentrate on those things I could eat, prepare food to nibble on to stop myself feeling so sick, but then I would get hungry, sicker and tired and my attitude would slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, nearly three months after the birth of our beautiful baby things have returned to "normal" in my system, and I can eat sugar and honey again. I have repented to God for my bad attitude because I can clearly see what a huge blessing it was that I felt sick when I ate sugar.   If I hadn't been sick it would have been so much harder to stop eating sugar.  But the effect on the baby and my body could have been terrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few people have asked me HOW I managed to stay off sugar.  It wasn't in my own strength.  I couldn't have done it without the Holy Spirit working within me.  I praise His glorious power, and stand amazed that I serve such an awesome God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God allows us to walk through the dark valleys He is there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we soar over the mountain tops He is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage anyone who is going through a dark valley in their life - give it all to God.  If He doesn't want you to be there in that dark valley He will lift you out.  And if He has a purpose for you to be there, then rejoice in the dark and hold onto His hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Mummalady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-3335934343614035034?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/3335934343614035034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=3335934343614035034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3335934343614035034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3335934343614035034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/06/too-hard-not-with-lord.html' title='TOO HARD?  NOT WITH THE LORD.'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TBbMhDsDcYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xA2WeOO_ShY/s72-c/questionmark.jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-8007318526446302765</id><published>2010-05-28T13:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:16:33.497+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>SUGAR-FREE FOODS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_8ndE7hDAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PeN_HOo8VUo/s1600/pp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_8ndE7hDAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PeN_HOo8VUo/s320/pp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476139052398873602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my last two pregnancies I went through a time of being sugar-free and yeast-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that my attitude, at the time, wasn't very good.  It's hard to be chirpy when you have morning sickness for 34 weeks.  But that is no excuse for being grumpy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I found it very hard to satisfy my hunger (you get hungry when a baby is growing inside you -funny that!) with non-sugar items (lots of veges had too much sugar, and all fruits were out-of-bounds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is sugar hidden in all sorts of places, and I could taste it, and felt sicker if I ate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my list of things I COULD eat, even when I felt sick, published out there in cyber-world in case it blesses someone else (and for me to refer back to, should we be blessed with another baby!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cashew nuts&lt;br /&gt;cashew butter&lt;br /&gt;brazil nuts&lt;br /&gt;pancakes&lt;br /&gt;fried egg&lt;br /&gt;cold hard-boiled egg&lt;br /&gt;baked eggs&lt;br /&gt;Proper Crisps (made in Nelson)&lt;br /&gt;pikelets&lt;br /&gt;cold cooked chicken (made by me so that I knew it was cooled and put in fridge quickly)&lt;br /&gt;cold grilled chops&lt;br /&gt;scones&lt;br /&gt;Naan bread and Mountain bread chips (made by me)&lt;br /&gt;Quick Cooking oats (porridge)  made with Rice Milk and cinnamon on the top&lt;br /&gt;Mozerella cheese&lt;br /&gt;processed cheese slices&lt;br /&gt;Rice Cakes and Corn Thins with cottage cheese on&lt;br /&gt;rice and vegetables&lt;br /&gt;pasta and potatoes cooked in stock (make own stock - purchased stock has sugar)&lt;br /&gt;baked Pita bread (check no sugar in the Pita Breads)&lt;br /&gt;homemade soup with homemade stock (no mushrooms when yeast free)&lt;br /&gt;if you are not yeast-free you can have toast and butter and toast and cashew butter&lt;br /&gt;baked potatoes with cheese and butter and some salt and herbs&lt;br /&gt;mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;mashed potato fritters - cold mashed potatoes, cheese, egg, flour, herbs and salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recipe for half-way decent snacks I devised:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grind:  brazil nuts, cashew nuts, sunflower seeds, almonds - mix with melted butter and a bit of Carob powder, add a smidge of Xylitol if you can take that (Xyliol is a NATURAL sweetner that you use pound for pound the same as sugar.  It's easier to use than Stevia in my opinion, but I have used both in the past).   When all is mixed together press into a sandwich slice tin, and put in fridge.  When cool cut into small squares and put in the freezer.  Eat one at a time.   :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will come back and add to this if I remember anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any readers have suggestions then please let me know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-8007318526446302765?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/8007318526446302765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=8007318526446302765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8007318526446302765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8007318526446302765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/05/sugar-free-foods.html' title='SUGAR-FREE FOODS'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_8ndE7hDAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PeN_HOo8VUo/s72-c/pp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-2377673647263073332</id><published>2010-05-23T15:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T14:35:15.913+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>SEEING ALL THE GOOD THINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_ijun20cmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/kyBDMeQcXgo/s1600/andre1113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_ijun20cmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/kyBDMeQcXgo/s320/andre1113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474305368437060194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been watching Andre Rieu on Youtube and have borrowed a DVD from grandparents which the children have enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His DVD where he is on the way to New York is very interesting!  I recommend it as a great "behind the scenes" look at this amazing man and his orchestra.   It is rated PG, and there are some bits which I needed to fast-forward as I didn't want the children watching, but other than that it was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening during a before bed chat, our 7 year old daughter said she'd like to have a life like that - travelling and playing music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared with her that when they make a program like that they show the good parts of the lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do believe that the members of Andre's orchestra genuinely enjoy playing and touring with each other - that's clear to see, and I have heard from a lady who has attended 25 of his concerts that each concert is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think each of those performers spent many, many years learning their instruments, practising and tears,  auditions, disappointments, separation from loved ones due to touring and performing in different cities - all part of a normal life, but none shown on the program.  And I don't blame them.  They can't follow orchestra members their whole lives showing the ups and downs!   But when a child doesn't see that, they can't imagine what is involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without our discussion, our beautiful little 7 year old could have still thought that their whole lives were full of laughter, playing together beautifully, looking out for one another and enjoying every moment of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happens to us sometimes too when we look at the life of a friend or someone we have just met.  They seem to have it all together.  They are wonderful, their furniture matches in their lounge, their piano is in tune, their car doesn't leak when it rains, their children never show disrespect, a house so big there is room to spare  ... whatever we perceive as successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're not there behind closed doors with them.  We don't see loneliness, frustrations, years spent on constant heart-tying and training with their children, the worries about overdrafts and loans ... people can carry any sort of issues that the world never sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will endeavour to keep my attention focused on my own life, the place that God has put me right now, to serve and worship Him.  And I will keep my eyes and my heart fixed on Jesus Christ - my saviour, my protector and the reason I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-2377673647263073332?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/2377673647263073332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=2377673647263073332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2377673647263073332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2377673647263073332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/05/seeing-all-good-things.html' title='SEEING ALL THE GOOD THINGS'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_ijun20cmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/kyBDMeQcXgo/s72-c/andre1113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-3078607680106202141</id><published>2010-05-23T15:17:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:11:29.332+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>READING OUT LOUD</title><content type='html'>We love reading out loud in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby loves it (we think), the 2 year old, 4 year old, 7 year old, 14 year old and 16 year old love it.  So do Mummy and Daddy.  And the dogs.  And the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We read the Bible, picture books, poetry, novels, lots of non-fiction, instruction books, the back of packets of food ... but we are very very careful about what we read.  There's a lot of bad stuff out there, and we don't want rubbish running around our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading as a family is special - even if sometimes it is difficult.  Not everyone wants to sit still while we are reading.  It takes forward planning, discipline and consistency to train children to play a nice quiet game while we read  out loud.  But the benefits are huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favourite characters develop voices, and often we have a favourite line from a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oft quoted verses include:&lt;br /&gt;From Marguerite de Angeli's "The Door In the Wall"  John-Go-In-The-Wind's mother says "I'll bake thee a bannock".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_igMA9naUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ppjibVlUMvo/s1600/The_Door_in_the_Wall_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_igMA9naUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ppjibVlUMvo/s320/The_Door_in_the_Wall_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474301475346147650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Marguerite de Angeli's "The Black Fox of Lorne" (where I had to do a Scottish accent for a lot of the dialogue - I kept lapsing into Irish, Welsh and Yorkshire, but the children didn't mind too much!).    One character (McCrone big nose) only appeared for two lines, but both of them we love:  "Meat - is it?"  and "Indeed.  Indeed."&lt;br /&gt;And another character from that story - Gavin of Lorne "So!  Ye be twain! Two cockerels from a double-yolked egg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_igk0O32DI/AAAAAAAAAPI/egEyiqZ3mZs/s1600/fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_igk0O32DI/AAAAAAAAAPI/egEyiqZ3mZs/s320/fox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474301901425596466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From "Jenna's Journal" written by me - Bren the bully-girl says "Get lost rich girl.  These are mby trousers."  For some reason that line (and the "blocked-nose" voice that it was read in) have become a classic around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henty's books always have something in them that we laugh at.  "The Young Buglers" had the African character Sam who referred to himself as "dis coloured gentleman."  And he often used the term "dis chile" (our baby is often affectionately called that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_ig0Iv7MYI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/d4cqcUO82VA/s1600/buglers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_ig0Iv7MYI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/d4cqcUO82VA/s320/buglers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474302164630974850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Cat of Bubastes" (which are currently reading for the second time) has Tylus the baddie:   "Wrech!  Do you dare to murder the High Priest of Osiris?" after which he is dealt with by our hero Jethro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Long Way from Chicago" and "A Year DownYonder" by Richard Peck has the very colourful character "Grandma".  One of her best lines:  "Boys is bad news.  Girls is worse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_xr89HheMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-UdxMzFUPA8/s1600/a+year+down+yonder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_xr89HheMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-UdxMzFUPA8/s320/a+year+down+yonder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475369941918120130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 16 year old reads to The Smalls.  Our 7 year old reads to the other Smalls. Daddy reads the Bible to the big boys before he goes to work.  Mummy reads to everyone when they will listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_ihfZkJ9tI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DBPE4XWFVAU/s1600/1611+Open+KJV.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_ihfZkJ9tI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DBPE4XWFVAU/s320/1611+Open+KJV.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474302907879388882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't read out loud to your family then start now!!  Don't know what to read?  Try Proverbs!  Or the Gospel of Luke.  How about some of the good A A Milne poems, or Robert Louis Stevenson?  Read heaps of good non-fiction about animals, plants, places in the world, famous people ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-3078607680106202141?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/3078607680106202141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=3078607680106202141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3078607680106202141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3078607680106202141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/05/reading-out-loud.html' title='READING OUT LOUD'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_igMA9naUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ppjibVlUMvo/s72-c/The_Door_in_the_Wall_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-6106263438947377031</id><published>2010-05-23T13:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:25:48.192+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>READING GAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_iC0apdYZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/h8wdnyTU9AA/s1600/star+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_iC0apdYZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/h8wdnyTU9AA/s320/star+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474269184086860178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up some fantastic star-shaped Post-It notes on sale the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord leads me to bargains, He provides the money and then He gives me great ideas for things to do with what He's give me!  I can't imagine home education without God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These star-shaped Post-Its have turned into a fantastic reading game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written the names of familiar items on them - one item per sticker:  wall, door, Daddy's boot, drawer, desk etc.  Every so often I give one to our little 4-year old he needs to have a go at reading it, then stick it to the item. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they are genuine Post-It notes they have good adhesive which actually sticks (some of the cheap imitation ones don't stick!). And they don't leave marks on walls or furniture (but you might like to try it someone inconspicuous just in case!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some stickers for a little friend too and I hope she enjoys them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-6106263438947377031?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/6106263438947377031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=6106263438947377031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6106263438947377031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6106263438947377031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/05/reading-game.html' title='READING GAME'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S_iC0apdYZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/h8wdnyTU9AA/s72-c/star+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-4201866546295185972</id><published>2010-04-15T11:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:16:16.322+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>RAISING GODLY TOMATOES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S8ZMrbwZuBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/aHDRTqw9ckA/s1600/pile_1+copy_updated.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S8ZMrbwZuBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/aHDRTqw9ckA/s320/pile_1+copy_updated.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460135907302160402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted for a while.  Things have been a little busy as we have celebrated the arrival of our 6th child, and Mummy has spent time resting and getting to know the new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post for today relates to this website written by a mother of 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.raisinggodlytomatoes.com/default.asp"&gt;RAISING GODLY TOMATOES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thoroughly enjoying going through each page of her book (she has graciously and very kindly put all her book onto the internet).    Whilst I would love an actual "paper" copy of her book (easier to read!) the computer will do for now.   :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady has such a lot of sound wisdom to share.  She is very astute in her observations, and she enjoys being a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out if you get a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-4201866546295185972?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/4201866546295185972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=4201866546295185972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4201866546295185972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4201866546295185972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/04/raising-godly-tomatoes.html' title='RAISING GODLY TOMATOES'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S8ZMrbwZuBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/aHDRTqw9ckA/s72-c/pile_1+copy_updated.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-3202649399755665024</id><published>2010-03-19T07:30:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:07:36.845+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>HANDWRITING HINTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S6JyHX_NpuI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Hna1T8gXjHc/s1600-h/whiteboard+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S6JyHX_NpuI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Hna1T8gXjHc/s320/whiteboard+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450043970095523554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again from Practical Pages (see article below and link in the sidebar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://practicalpages.wordpress.com/2010/03/18/getting-to-grips-with-handwriting/#comment-329"&gt;Handwriting information at Practical Pages&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already subscribed to this lady's wonderful website and updates then I suggest that you do so now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-3202649399755665024?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/3202649399755665024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=3202649399755665024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3202649399755665024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3202649399755665024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/03/handwriting-hints.html' title='HANDWRITING HINTS'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S6JyHX_NpuI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Hna1T8gXjHc/s72-c/whiteboard+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-81366581267522169</id><published>2010-03-16T09:29:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:39:26.372+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>PRACTICAL PAGES - RECOMMENDED SITE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S56aqJb5B6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/rDZUMHldsrA/s1600-h/peg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S56aqJb5B6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/rDZUMHldsrA/s320/peg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448962648042964898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;If you visit this wonderful site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://practicalpages.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or go straight to this page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://practicalpages.wordpress.com/2010/03/15/fine-handwriting-needs-fine-muscles/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll find a wonderful list of ideas that I have copied below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  highly recommend this site, and if you subscribe you will be sent regular emails with great links to projects to download and use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very thankful that this wonderful lady has the time and kindness to share her ideas and thoughts with the world   :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Here are some games and activities  that will build up upper body gross motor muscles&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheelbarrow races on hands while  someone holds feet  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Hanging on rings on the jungle  gym  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Throwing and catching big beach  balls  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Playing swing ball  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Swimming  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Jumping with a skipping rope  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Bowling &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Now for some fine motor activities  and games:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Squeezing clay, putty or  plasticine  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Placing clothes pegs along a  ruler or around a container  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Tearing paper - first colour a  square paper with big crayons, then tear into tiny squares, then glue these  pieces on to a picture  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;crunching paper into balls  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Opening fingers with elastic  bands on them  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Finger actions with songs  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Kneading bread dough  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Rolling and making biscuit balls  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Picking vegetables and pulling  stalks off strawberries/ tomatoes/ shucking corn  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Drawing in pudding mix on a  plastic cloth/ salt on a tray/ shaving cream on window or mirror  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Cutting with scissors  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Tying knots, bows, shoelaces or  rope  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Doing buttons, zips, press studs,  hooks and eyes, cuff links and fasteners  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Screwing and unscrewing bolts and  nuts  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Lacing with card and shoelaces  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 1em; line-height: 1.6;"&gt;Beading with cotton reels and  thick thread &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-81366581267522169?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/81366581267522169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=81366581267522169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/81366581267522169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/81366581267522169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/03/practical-pages-recommended-site.html' title='PRACTICAL PAGES - RECOMMENDED SITE!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S56aqJb5B6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/rDZUMHldsrA/s72-c/peg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-3560838070834872207</id><published>2010-03-02T16:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:54:02.696+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>IDEAS FOR TAPES FOR CHILDREN TO LISTEN TO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S4yLzxV8BwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1pudhEhWem8/s1600-h/sony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S4yLzxV8BwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1pudhEhWem8/s320/sony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443879771119027970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love to listen to tapes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But - most of the stories available on tape are not the sort of thing we would like our children to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have made our own tapes, and shared the idea with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is the type of little tapedeck that our daughter loves to carry around with her, and she can listen to it in the car, or in bed without disturbing others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tapes are very comforting for the child when they are unwell, or if they were to have to spend time away from home for any reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you, if you are going to make tapes for the children, to make copies of precious ones.  Tapes can be easily spoiled - especially if 2 year olds start playing with them, not understanding how special they are.     :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And keep the tapes carefully labelled, and put up high in a safe place.  Probably best if the children only have one tape at a time to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Mum came back to me and said her boys were loving listening to the tapes too - and what else could they make recordings of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that set me thinking, and I've come up with the following ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have more to add PLEASE let me know, and we can share ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Pieces of scripture.  Short bits or very long passages.   Spoken or sung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Other songs you sing WITH the children, so they can hear Mummy and their own voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Months of the year, and days of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Spelling words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Character Training lessons - available from the link shown in the sidebar.  On your tape you can sing the song, read the scripture, ask the children questions and get their answers all on the one tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Interview Daddy and ask what he loves best about the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Interview Grandparents - prepare a set of questions first i.e., where were they born?  what subjects did they like at school?  what was their first job?  was there a war on when they were small?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Tape all your favourite poems from all your favourite books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  The Ten Commandments, the Beatitudes and the fruits of the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Catachism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Books of the Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Read the whole book of Proverbs a little at a time onto one specific tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Times tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Give Grandparents (or other supportive older person) a stack of the child's favourite books, and have the Grandparent read the books onto a tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  Keep one tape aside marked "Diary".  Occasionally put this tape into the tapedeck and chat with the child about things they have been doing, places they went etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Read a short story onto the tape, then have the child narrate the story back onto the tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  Long chapter books you will read to the children at bedtime - you may need several tapes - be sure to label them correctly as you tape them - i.e.,&lt;br /&gt;RAILWAY CHILDREN Side 1, Tape 1.  then&lt;br /&gt;RAILWAY CHILDREN  Side 2, Tape 1.  &lt;br /&gt;And the next tape will be&lt;br /&gt;RAILWAY CHILDREN Side 1, Tape 2   etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-3560838070834872207?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/3560838070834872207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=3560838070834872207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3560838070834872207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/3560838070834872207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/03/ideas-for-tapes-for-children-to-listen.html' title='IDEAS FOR TAPES FOR CHILDREN TO LISTEN TO'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S4yLzxV8BwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1pudhEhWem8/s72-c/sony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-6671946606957462188</id><published>2010-03-02T14:17:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:19:43.807+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>PAPER DOLLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S4xnn8TrA4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AE0TGDEFukc/s1600-h/pdthbody1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S4xnn8TrA4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AE0TGDEFukc/s320/pdthbody1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443839985485284226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to share this great site for paper dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very simple, with easy to colour and cut clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little ones are having a great time with these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://familycrafts.about.com/od/paperdolls/tp/paperdolls.htm"&gt;PAPER DOLL LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-6671946606957462188?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/6671946606957462188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=6671946606957462188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6671946606957462188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6671946606957462188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/03/paper-dolls.html' title='PAPER DOLLS'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S4xnn8TrA4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AE0TGDEFukc/s72-c/pdthbody1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-8888724622762014539</id><published>2010-03-02T13:51:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:02:26.505+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>CHARLES SPURGEON QUOTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S4xjfDNwrjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PWVP354zzjI/s1600-h/spurgeon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S4xjfDNwrjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PWVP354zzjI/s320/spurgeon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443835434674204210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about John Piper again - we were listening to a biographical message about Charles Spurgeon , delivered by John Piper, and were impressed by the following quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; "In comparing one ministerial identity with another he reminded other pastors that at the last supper there was a chalice for drinking the wine and there was a basin for washing feet. Then he said, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;div&gt; "I protest that I have no choice whether to be the chalice or the basin. Fain would I be whichever the Lord wills so long as He will but use me ... So you, my brother, you may be the cup, and I will be the basin; but let the cup be a cup, and the basin a basin, and each one of us just what he is fitted to be. Be yourself, dear brother, for, if you are not yourself, you cannot be anybody else; and so, you see, you must be nobody ... Do not be a mere copyist, a borrower, a spoiler of other men's notes. Say what God has said to you, and say it in your own way; and when it is so said, plead personally for the Lord's blessing upon it" (see note 69). &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; And I would add, plead personally the Lord's purifying blood upon it too, because none of our best labors is untainted. But the danger is to let the truth paralyze you with fear of man and doubt of self."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would suggest that this message is not just for pastors, but for all who will share God with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Piper's audio sermon is found &lt;a href="http://www.sermonindex.net/modules/mydownloads/viewcat.php?cid=113"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the transcript is found &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/Biographies/1469_Charles_Spurgeon_Preaching_Through_Adversity/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-8888724622762014539?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/8888724622762014539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=8888724622762014539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8888724622762014539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8888724622762014539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/03/charles-spurgeon-quote.html' title='CHARLES SPURGEON QUOTE'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S4xjfDNwrjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PWVP354zzjI/s72-c/spurgeon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-2591868726717658273</id><published>2010-02-26T15:09:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:22:27.375+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>JOHN BUNYAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S4cwOEJM0CI/AAAAAAAAAOA/a4HXKFgKcHU/s1600-h/john+bunyan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 92px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S4cwOEJM0CI/AAAAAAAAAOA/a4HXKFgKcHU/s320/john+bunyan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442371692889165858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first heard this amazing poem, written by John Bunyan, in a wondeful talk given by Corrie Ten Boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems John Piper has also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read what Mr Piper says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; "I was listening to a talk by Corrie Ten Boom yesterday and heard her recite a little poem by John Bunyan. It's one of the best statements I have ever heard about the difference between the law and the gospel. You'll see how it relates. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  'Run, John, run, the law commands&lt;br /&gt; But gives us neither feet nor hands,&lt;br /&gt; Far better news the gospel brings:&lt;br /&gt; It bids us fly and gives us wings.' "&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-2591868726717658273?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/2591868726717658273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=2591868726717658273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2591868726717658273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/2591868726717658273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/02/john-bunyan.html' title='JOHN BUNYAN'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S4cwOEJM0CI/AAAAAAAAAOA/a4HXKFgKcHU/s72-c/john+bunyan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-8295510886605728686</id><published>2010-02-24T14:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T14:11:12.094+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday living'/><title type='text'>SONG FOR YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S4R8QkLfy5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/IJyHOtbTiUM/s1600-h/images+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S4R8QkLfy5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/IJyHOtbTiUM/s320/images+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441610873802050450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been on my mind to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song we like by Keith Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There Is A Redeemer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a redeemer,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, God's own Son,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Precious Lamb of God, Messiah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy One,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus my redeemer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Name above all names,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious Lamb of God, Messiah,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for sinners slain.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you oh my father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For giving us Your Son,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And leaving Your Spirit,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Til the work on Earth is done.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stand in Glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will see His face,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I'll serve my King forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In that Holy Place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you oh my father,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For giving us Your Son,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And leaving Your Spirit,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Til the work on Earth is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-8295510886605728686?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/8295510886605728686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=8295510886605728686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8295510886605728686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/8295510886605728686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/02/song-for-you.html' title='SONG FOR YOU'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S4R8QkLfy5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/IJyHOtbTiUM/s72-c/images+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-6399978361332033107</id><published>2010-02-13T08:15:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T08:17:22.753+13:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER LINK!</title><content type='html'>Here is a beautiful site to encourage and inform mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well worth a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.motheringadvice.org.nz"&gt;mothering advice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-6399978361332033107?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/6399978361332033107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=6399978361332033107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6399978361332033107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6399978361332033107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-link_12.html' title='ANOTHER LINK!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-5397063777286890594</id><published>2010-02-12T18:23:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:31:12.605+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>A BEGINNERS GUIDE TO HOME EDUCATION ... PART FOUR - FINAL PART!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S3Tm6DGZ9JI/AAAAAAAAANw/An3ec_xF3c4/s1600-h/Wild+Aminals+Jigsaw+Puzzle+in+a+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S3Tm6DGZ9JI/AAAAAAAAANw/An3ec_xF3c4/s320/Wild+Aminals+Jigsaw+Puzzle+in+a+box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437224535082005650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here's the final part in our series    :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The above image is a "Melissa and Doug" jigsaw puzzle.  We like the quality and most of the  subjects of these puzzles, but unfortunately because they are manufactured in the US they are very expensive to ship over here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home education on a shoestring is entirely possible – you might use your Bible, some simple art supplies, library card, book fairs and op shops, a dictionary and supportive, enthusiastic friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later you can add:  a computer, your own library of “how-to” and good non-fiction books (animals, plants, geograph etc), more art equipment, puzzles, games, tools (not toys!), musical instruments etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no mystery to educating children.  It is not necessary for parents (or grandparents) who wish to educate their children to “do a course” or “get some qualifications”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is necessary to love your children.  To want to be with them.  You must learn to “read” your children – watch their faces to see if they are frustrated with something, or maybe they are stubbornly refusing to do something that you know they can do, but they might need a gentle push in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excellent relationship with your children, with healthy communication is extremely rare when your children are away from you for many hours at school where they will form relationships dependent on teachers and peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice for those considering homeschooling is to pray, seek and listen to the Lord's will for your family, ensure a unity between husband and wife -  and then go for it!  Soak yourselves in the Word and keep feeding yourselves spiritually until you are overflowing with joy and confidence.  This joy does not come from ourselves – it is a beautiful gift from God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek God's wisdom in learning what sort of family you are – structured/relaxed?  Do you enjoy paperwork?  Nature walks? Are any of you arty?  Talkative? Hands-on?  Bookish?  This helps you to start, and then extend your areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has chosen each and every member of your family and put them in exactly the right place for that family.  Each family is a team that should not be split up for the purpose of education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-5397063777286890594?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/5397063777286890594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=5397063777286890594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5397063777286890594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5397063777286890594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/02/beginners-guide-to-home-education-part_11.html' title='A BEGINNERS GUIDE TO HOME EDUCATION ... PART FOUR - FINAL PART!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S3Tm6DGZ9JI/AAAAAAAAANw/An3ec_xF3c4/s72-c/Wild+Aminals+Jigsaw+Puzzle+in+a+box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-5165849566432414988</id><published>2010-02-11T13:15:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:16:19.206+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>ANOTHER LINK!</title><content type='html'>Just found this via Homeschool Freebie of the Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of ideas and encourgement here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out when you get time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://practicalpages.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-5165849566432414988?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/5165849566432414988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=5165849566432414988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5165849566432414988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/5165849566432414988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-link.html' title='ANOTHER LINK!'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-6214558595252972857</id><published>2010-02-09T16:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:28:26.980+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>A BEGINNERS GUIDE TO HOME EDUCATION ... PART THREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S3DVyKhio7I/AAAAAAAAANo/UKk_EiT8_zs/s1600-h/enjo+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S3DVyKhio7I/AAAAAAAAANo/UKk_EiT8_zs/s320/enjo+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436079808031400882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The above picture is a collection of wonderful Enjo fibres.  We have our own collection that we use on a daily basis to keep ourselves and our house clean.  For more information visit www.enjo.net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the freedom to come at a subject from all angles.  We read “living books” full of rich characterization and history.  We do not use dull, dry text books filled with facts and&lt;br /&gt;figures to try to remember.  The children enjoy and retain so much of what we learn that they will bring the subject up again some time later, and more learning goes on as they extend their knowledge base very naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few years I've considered using a purchased curriculum – something that will tell us what to do every day.  But it hasn't suited the style of our family – and I realised that a curriculum is SOMEONE ELSE'S idea of what your family should be learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With prayer and seeking we have found resources and ideas everywhere.  And none of it has to be expensive!  We DO use a purchased maths course, and for science too now that the older children are learning biology and physics, but we still work a lot with reading library books and using the internet for many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't separate our learning into “headings” like history, social studies, environmental studies etc.  We learn so much that overlaps into multiple areas – if we had to put it all under headings it would kill the enjoyment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have never “schooled at home”.   We don't need to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our home education is a total lifestyle where the children are playing, working and learning all the time.  It is very natural and heaps of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past I've struggled with teaching the children to do housework.  It's quicker, easier and more effective to do the job myself – but I  have learned that's not the case in  the long run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing a lot better in this regard with the younger children – taking time to foster a healthy attitude towards work in their minds.  I believe it is a disservice to our children to allow them a lot of play time  while Mum does all the work for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about work – and work isn't a terrible thing.  A healthy attitude towards work makes the work enjoyable and satisfying.  Spare time  and play are a reward after the work is completed.  And with our lifestyle we have adequate time for both work and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy has learned to slow down when he does jobs around home, and to watch out for three little interested people who always seem to be standing right behind him holding his tools as he works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for Part Three,  log in at a later date for the final part in this series    :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-6214558595252972857?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/6214558595252972857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=6214558595252972857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6214558595252972857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/6214558595252972857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/02/beginners-guide-to-home-education-part_08.html' title='A BEGINNERS GUIDE TO HOME EDUCATION ... PART THREE'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S3DVyKhio7I/AAAAAAAAANo/UKk_EiT8_zs/s72-c/enjo+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-4286424164158547716</id><published>2010-02-02T16:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:09:07.482+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>A BEGINNERS GUIDE TO HOME EDUCATION ... PART TWO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S2eXG-COYtI/AAAAAAAAANg/HtN8jhFozS4/s1600-h/bible_Cross.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S2eXG-COYtI/AAAAAAAAANg/HtN8jhFozS4/s320/bible_Cross.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433477621433131730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part two ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should not be the child's decision where they go and what they do – parents are responsible for their children and should prayerfully and lovingly make the decisions.  This is not what the world teaches, and it took me some time to become comfortable with that truth.  I hear many mothers who would like to try home eduation for various reasons (some of them to do with negative social issues their child is facing day after day when out of the home) say “But he/she really loves going to kindy and playing with all her friends.” (or preschool or school).  Teaching our children to make decisions is a vital part of learning, but they should not be making major decisions about where they spend their days, and who will be influencing their thoughts and attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lie I believed was that our boys needed to learn to deal with other children by themselves.  I realise now that is definitely not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from the start I knew that we would homeschool, somehow.   My husband had a few reservations as he knew nothing about home education, but he knew me well enough, and was confident of the relationship we both had with our boys to know that we could continue with what we had been doing.   I had to ensure that I informed my husband of things I learned, and how the boys were doing, as we believe the husband is responsible to God for the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what DID we do during the early years?  We read a lot,  took walks together, went to the library, the park, the playground, lots of puzzles, games, making huts, collecting boxes and cans and making things, moving furniture to make cozy reading areas,  memorizing scripture and poetry, simple maths games, learning letters and a tiny bit of handwriting practice from time to time,  collecting things – acorns, feathers, shells, stones, gardening ... spending lots and lots of time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have five children now (2 years up to 16 years old) and a baby due in a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each child has approached their sixth birthday (the legal age in New Zealand for enrolment in a registered school) we have applied for, and been granted an exemption from schooling by the Ministry of Education.  This gives us official permission to educate our own children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this stage of the journey we still play a lot, read a whole lot, learn household and life skills together,  do art, talk about a lot of issues.  Over the years we have added a few text books that the older boys work through, foreign languages, more handwriting, notetaking, dictation, writing letters to people, Greek and Latin, oral spelling and a few other bits.  These studies have come quite naturally, and from resources that the Lord has lead us to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We work a lot on attitudes, character qualities, relationships,  the pursuit of wisdom vs knowledge,  household and life skills.  We believe that when these children grow up they will have the ability to add to and learn new skills - but their own character qualities, attitudes, relationship/life skills are the ones that will make their lives healthier and better for those around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time I've had my doubts about whether we were doing “enough”, but with prayer, discussions with my husband and advice from more experienced home educating mothers I have been reassured that we are doing fine.  Yes, there will be gaps in their learning – but the important thing is that these children love to learn, they know HOW to learn.  We are not filling their minds with facts and figures so they can pass a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch out for part 3 coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-4286424164158547716?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/4286424164158547716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=4286424164158547716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4286424164158547716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/4286424164158547716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/02/beginners-guide-to-home-education-part.html' title='A BEGINNERS GUIDE TO HOME EDUCATION ... PART TWO'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S2eXG-COYtI/AAAAAAAAANg/HtN8jhFozS4/s72-c/bible_Cross.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-452957954245020782</id><published>2010-02-02T15:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T07:42:10.816+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>BOOK LIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S2eVN9vutXI/AAAAAAAAANY/Cc58fScmwaU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S2eVN9vutXI/AAAAAAAAANY/Cc58fScmwaU/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433475542591386994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked to put my "Booklist" here for viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very rough list of what we like reading and have on our shelves, but it gives an idea of our tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME OF THE BOOKS ON OUR SHELVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King James Bibles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Bibles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Websters 1828 Dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong's Concordance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character Sketches Vols 1, 2 and 3 from ATI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Jay L Wile:  Apologia Science books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Demme:  Math-U-See curriculum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rod &amp;amp; Staff:  Many reading books and some workbooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning Lanuage Arts Through Literature – (Old Editions) Red Book and Yellow Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English From The Roots Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible Discovery Worksheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McGuffey – some books from the 1838 series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Pudewa Writing Course B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R M Ballantyne:  The Coral Island, The Gorilla Hunters, Martin Rattler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M DeAngeli: The Door in the Wall, The Black Fox of Lorne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Schultz:  Boyhood and Beyond, Practical Happiness and Created For Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L V Davidson: The Secret of Woodside Cottage, Tony's Temptation, Peter Joins In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Canfield:  Betsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Marryat:  Children of the New Forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul White:  Jungle Doctor series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrie Ten Boom:  The Hiding Place, In My Father's House, Amazing Love etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autobiographies and Biographies of missionaries and Christians throughout the ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and Debi Pearl:  To Train Up a Child, No Greater Joy Vols 1,2 and 3, Created to Be His Helpmeet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond and Dorothy Moore:  Better Late Than Early, Minding Our Own Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R &amp;amp; J Hess:  A Full Quiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki A Brady:  Basic Steps to Sucessful Homeschooling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Mason:  Homeschooling Series Vols 1,2,3,4,5 and 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S McDonald:  Raising Maidens of Virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L Bouke:  Infant Potty Training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Peace:  The Excellent Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr H C A Vogel:  The Nature Doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Comfort – many books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken Ham books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve &amp;amp; Teri Maxwell:  Keeping Our Children's Hearts, Preparing Sons to Provide for a Single&lt;br /&gt;Income Family, Homeschooling with a Meek and Quiet Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Maxwell:  books from the Moody family series (saving up to buy more of these excellent books - in New Zealand available from CES Books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H &amp;amp; L Bluedorn:  Teaching the Trivium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H &amp;amp; N Bluedorn:  The Fallacy Detective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnold Pent:  Ten P's In A Pod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karyn Warburton:  Baby Sign Language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old 1970's children's Readers Digest reading books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HOW TO" BOOKS:  Cake decoration, napkin folding, gardening, landscaping, cooking, flower arranging, art and craft, model trains …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER MISC NON-FICTION:  People, places, animals, technology&lt;br /&gt;Old Guiness Book of Records (pre 1990)&lt;br /&gt;Old Ladybird books on people and places in history (very popular books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAGAZINES:  Electronics, Creation, Above Rubies, Keystone, National Geographics, Look &amp;amp; Learn, Real Robots (with some pages stuck together as there is some very graphic yucky stuff in there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not technically ON OUR SHELVES as these are downloaded onto the computer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G A Henty books - our favourites so far:  Cat of Bubastes and Wulf the Saxon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-452957954245020782?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/452957954245020782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=452957954245020782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/452957954245020782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/452957954245020782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-list.html' title='BOOK LIST'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S2eVN9vutXI/AAAAAAAAANY/Cc58fScmwaU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730917649819750906.post-1803224935729695997</id><published>2010-01-29T19:49:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:55:01.094+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home education'/><title type='text'>A BEGINNERS GUIDE TO HOME EDUCATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S2KGETB0c2I/AAAAAAAAANI/9nNNqJk78Ag/s1600-h/SpringBulbs+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S2KGETB0c2I/AAAAAAAAANI/9nNNqJk78Ag/s320/SpringBulbs+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432051508947743586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written this "Beginners Guide" for a friend who is compiling a wee booklet to give to people asking her about home education.  This is happening a lot, so she thought it best to be prepared with something written by some Mums who have been home educating for some years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will publish it in parts - and here, for your enjoyment (hopefully) is Part One.            :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;OUR JOURNEY IN HOME EDUCATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1993 I gave birth to our first baby.  I was surprised at how protective I felt about this beautiful little boy.   I didn't want him to be away from me, which sometimes made me feel a little trapped, but as time went on I learned to enjoy this new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time our baby was 1 year old I was advised to look ahead and consider putting his name down at a pre-school.  I felt a little ill thinking about it.  Why should someone else have my baby for hours a day – watching him grow and change, playing with him, teaching him and interacting with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I heard about home education – or homeschooling.  I was filled with excitement about it!   Who could I talk to?  What did I need to do?  There were so many questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone number of a lady who was homeschooling her 13 year old son and spoke to her.  She put me on to someone else.  Eventually I visited that family as I was intensely curious as to HOW you could do this wonderful thing – and what sort of children would it produce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our visit was WONDERFUL.  The children were respectful and polite, and talked  to me in a relaxed manner about the bulbs they had planted in the garden. The mother was warm and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was filled with hope, excitement and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as time went on, and many of my friends were taking the “traditional” route of pre-school, playcentre etc  I felt bad that maybe our boys (we had two by this stage 2 and 4 years old) were missing out on “something” by not attending pre-school or kindy.  So I gathered courage and visited a playcentre session one day, and a kindy another day.  I didn't like it, but I kept my feelings to myself (which I thought was the right thing to do) and watched the reactions of our oldest son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was overwhelmed by the noise and activity level.  His usual ability to concentrate and enjoy a task was gone – he was frustrated by having to deal with the behaviour of the other children.  We were all so relieved to go back home and pick up where we left off that morning – reading, playing, being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check in later for Part Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Mummalady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1730917649819750906-1803224935729695997?l=bethel-nz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/feeds/1803224935729695997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1730917649819750906&amp;postID=1803224935729695997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/1803224935729695997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1730917649819750906/posts/default/1803224935729695997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethel-nz.blogspot.com/2010/01/beginners-guide-to-home-education.html' title='A BEGINNERS GUIDE TO HOME EDUCATION'/><author><name>The Mummalady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469175103798944486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/TJ4-2OUnSdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Saykf8alOD0/S220/the+mumma+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrnFrRZhNrI/S2KGETB0c2I/AAAAAAAAANI/9nNNqJk78Ag/s72-c/SpringBulbs+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
