Sunday, July 26, 2009
I am overly excited to use my new mom agenda. I have had it for almost two months and I look at it longingly and try to fill in holiday blanks and any future plans that may fall within its beautiful pages. On a further note, Izabella starts summer camp on Monday. It's pirate camp, I hope she likes it. She wanted to go to the bug session but that was the week that Tamara and the kids were here. Hopefully we will have this toilet using thing down in the next 12 hours!!
Saturday, July 25, 2009
A great deal of unnecessary cleaning can be avoided by picking up the scraps on the carpet, straightening the rugs, wiping the floor border with soft cloth, and lightly dusting the ornaments and cushions with a fine light duster. The should be done daily: the windows being open, when possible, to air the room during the process.
A place for everything and everything in its place, if done by every member of the family cuts housework.
A person with disorderly habits can in five minutes put a place in such a state of untidiness and confusion as can hardly be set straight in as many hours.
The happiness that comes to the possessor of books-the one who loves his books-is not equalled, perhaps, by any other that the world gives.
One can never know the full meaning of loneliness nor what it is to have time hang heavy, if one has books.
Nothing is comparable to the refreshment and inspiration afforded by a favorite book.
Friday, July 24, 2009
It is a nice acquisition, that of knowing what to say, and when to say it, to say just enough and not too much, to be able to keep a conversation running along easily and interestingly without being loquacious, to make visitors feel at ease without inviting undue familiarity, to be reserved but not taciturn when occasion calls for reserve. To be affable and kind and elegant and modest is natural to some, while others not so fortunate may acquire by study and observation all these graces and accomplishments.
It is an old and well proved rule that in company one should talk of things and places, but never of persons. One may talk of personages, they are public property, but not of friends or acquaintances. To mention their habits, their economies, the deportment, or any of their private affairs, is to gossip. It is a wise and kind hostess who never discusses a departed guest with those who remain. Guests learn to feel very safe and comfortable in a house where this rule in never violated, for they know when their turn comes to leave they are not going to be talked over. They know their mistakes are going to be passed without comment, and their clothes, no matter what sort or quality, are not going to be the subject of remark or ridicule.
When you are in company, talk often, but never for long; in that case, if you do not please, at least you are sure not to tire your hearers.
All know what cleanliness means to the family, and how much discomfort the lack of it brings.
No one's ease should be disturbed by the housemaid's brush and dust cloth; nor should one be obliged to find another retreat while she is wielding them.
Nothing seems more forlorn to a man returning from business, than to find a dark house or its mistress away.
Putting a house in perfect order before retiring for the night is a most commendable plan.
Good cooking is an accomplishment of which anyone may be justly proud. Tidiness and comfort go hand in hand with good cooking, and the housekeeper who knows how essential to the welfare of her family are these three things, spares no pains or trouble to provide them.
Wives might come o have more regard for the small income, and would be more patient and sweet and encouraging, and would make the home coming each night, an event to be looked forward to as an offset to the turmoil of the long day.
Freedom from worry with time for reading and companionship, and that tranquility which enlarges the heart and enlivens the spirit, is what makes life dignified and simple and happy.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Me: Bella, what do you want to be when you grow up?
We started the day easy enough. If you don't include feeling Bella fruit snacks fro breakfast, fighting with her to get her bathing suit on and cat poop in a jar (trust me, picture coming soon!). So yesterday was Bella's first swim lesson during which she decided that it was way more fun to play with the pool toys, throwing them in the water and finding out which ones sink and which float, instead of learning anything that even resembled class participation. We then follow that up by grocery shopping, or as Bella would have it, fight with mom in public about putting things that nobody would ever use or eat in the cart. Great! But I finished up my day in the library, got way too many books and I am pleased as a peach!