A new chapter starting soon

We had just made a long trip down to Iowa to visit my family for Thanksgiving, and had arrived back home late Saturday night. It was a slow lazy Sunday afternoon and evening as we tried to recuperate from the trip, and the hustle and bustle of church activities Sunday morning.

Then the phone rang. My husband Jeff had received a divine call to Peace Lutheran Church, Jefferson City, Missouri. Whoa. Dude. We weren't expecting that.

To make a long story short, Jeff accepted the call and we will be moving. Again. You'd think I'd be better at packing by now, after moving so many times. But it hasn't gotten any easier.

We still have a few details to figure out yet. Well, a lot of details. Like where we're going to live, because there's no parsonage. Like what to do with Albert. And the chickens. And turkeys. We have our house here taken care of, though. (We had it sold in less than a week on a contract-for-deed. Praise the Lord!)

Words cannot express the mix of emotions I've been going through these past several weeks. I can't even put into words... well... much of anything, these days. Overwhelmed. Because, truthfully, this was an answer to prayer. I wasn't sure what exactly I was praying for, but this was the answer.

And so here we are. Packing. Minimizing our possessions. Uprooting.

Ahh... uprooting. I'm one that likes to... settle down. Put down roots. Take off my coat and stay awhile, as the saying goes. And Judah is like me, I think. He's old enough to realize that things are changing, and he wants things to stay the same. He's having a hard time, poor guy. Needs some extra love. But I pray for resiliency for him... they say that young kids are resilient and adaptable. Whoever "they" are.

Here are some pictures, which don't have anything to do specifically with the move. Just some kid pictures. ;-)

Enoch, 2 1/2 wks

My three boys

Daddy and the boys having a 6-wheeler ride in the snow (gift from Gpa Allan!)

I haven't even gotten to show you the neat old old house next to our property up here. Here it is:

And so, with excitement, with some uncertainty about what lies ahead, we sojourn on. The hymn "Heaven is my home" often plays in my head as I think about all our moving around. It all points me to my eternal home in heaven that awaits me someday through faith in Jesus Christ as my Savior. This here, this is just temporary. Heaven is the real final destination. "I'm but a stranger here, heaven is my home."

Please keep us in your prayers as we move toward the next chapter in our lives. Missouri, here we come!

About those nannyberries and rosehips....

About the rosehips...

A couple weeks ago, I was reminded of something from what seems like another life... My husband dumped a bucket of shriveled up, discolored rosehips into the chicken-scrap bucket. Oops. I should've dumped those a month ago.

My mind wandered back to the end of September, warm and sunny weather, a soft breeze blowing, almost 9 months pregnant, as I blissfully picked rosehips from the wild rose bushes.

But I was jerked to the present as I looked out the window and checked the thermometer... there were a couple inches of snow, and a temp. that dared to dip into single digits.

I guess I'll have to try the rosehips some other time.

For those of you that don't know what rosehips are, they're what is leftover after the petals fall from a rose. It looks like this:

The thing about the rosehips is that they are pretty labor intensive. Most of the time, that doesn't bother me. But let me walk you through it...

• Pick rosehips after a frost when they're nice at bright orange or red. They acquire more sweetness then. The rosehips I picked were pretty small, averaging about 1 cm. in diameter.
• Cut them in half and scrape out the seeds and hairy wisps. Also cut off dried up ends leftover from the roses. Not much is leftover then. You may need to let the rosehips dry up a bit before you start cutting, otherwise the insides can stick to the seeds, and it just gets to be a frustrating mess. I started doing this with a few of them, while my husband watched. He said something like, "Um, just forget about it. That will take you forever." And since I wasn't too excited about doing it and had other things to do, I was easily convinced.
• Then you can dry the rosehips, or cook them to make jelly or whatever.

About nannyberries...

I actually did pick a big bucket of nannyberries, and even made some jelly with them. Well, it was more like sauce, since, once again, I did the long-boil method, which I detailed in my post about squashberries, and it turned out the same (saucy) since I couldn't get the temp. quite to 220 degrees. I would definitely use pectin with nannyberries, since the final produce ends up separating in the jar... the bottom half is thicker and more pulpy, while the top is lighter in color, and thinner.

Nannyberries are not quite so labor intensive, treat them like the squashberries. They look similar to the squashberries, except they are dark purple to black in color, and slightly oblong in shape, instead of circular. I just cooked them down and strained out the seeds, which looked like the squashberry seeds... flat and circular.

I did take pictures on my phone camera, but they have since been pushed out of the phone camera's memory...

And that was another adventure into wild foraging!

Enoch's Birth Story

Enoch's birth was a home birth.

There. I said it. Now the world knows.

And you know what? It was wonderful. It didn't go exactly as I imagined, but pretty darn close.

Now, I'd been telling people that I was due on Oct. 3. However, when several weeks passed, and I hadn't had the baby yet, I started to think that maybe we were a bit off on the due date. Let me tell you, October 2011 was the longest month of my life!

I had a check up on Oct. 21, and everything looked good: my blood pressure and urine looked good, the baby was measuring good, plenty of amniotic fluid, baby's heart rate good, baby was head down. The baby didn't appear to be under any stress. I was even 3-4 cm. dilated and 80-90% effaced. So things were going in the right direction.

But when a person goes against "the norm", especially when the person is like myself who doesn't really like upsetting the apple cart, life can be extra stressful. Every day that I woke up "still pregnant" was another day that I dreaded. Was I stuck in pregnancy purgatory?!

I was almost to "43 weeks" when I had a tiny bit of bloody show on the morning of Sunday, Oct. 23, and I started to have hope that things would be over soon. Now, there are certain things that a pregnant woman can do to hopefully get labor going, and let's just say, I tried many things!

I started having a few contractions between 6-8:45 pm on Oct. 23, but none with any "heat". I texted my midwife, Rebekah, to let her know that I was having some contractions, and that I'd let her know when they started getting closer together. Jeff and I put Judah and Andrew to bed at about 8 pm and turned on their "sound machine" louder than normal. We wanted them to sleep peacefully through the night (which they did).

Well, 8:45 pm was when contractions started getting between 2-5 min. apart and had some strength to them. I texted Rebekah at 9:30 pm that things were starting to get serious, and she sent her mother Joyce over, a doula, who lived closer to me than Rebekah. She arrived at about 10:30 (I think). The contractions were really getting powerful when she got there. Joyce said she could tell how dilated I was by feeling how cold my legs were. The heat all moves to uterus, so when the coolness moves further up the legs, you know you're getting closer! She told me I was about 4-5 cm dilated at that time, which disappointed me a little. Of course, I had thought I was further along by that point. But it wasn't going to be too much longer...

My husband and Joyce were so very helpful to get me through the contractions, rubbing my lower back and helping me to sway. It was most comfortable for me to kneel in front of our cushy rocking chair, so that's where I was from 8:45-midnight.

The midwife's apprentice, Rita, came between 11 and 11:30 (I think). She came from Canada. Thankfully she had no trouble crossing the border! By the time she came, the contractions were quite painful, sometimes with no break between them.

And then sometime just after midnight I could feel the urge to push. Both Rita and Joyce were encouraging me to listen to what my body was telling me. I wasn't quite sure how to do it though. My first two labors were in the hospital, so I was laying on my back, and had my legs pulled back to help me push. But I knew that I didn't want to do that again.

I tried having Jeff sit on a chair and draping my arms over his legs so I was kind of squatting. That didn't feel right. I did push in that position though, and my waters broke. The amniotic fluid was clear with no sign of meconium, so that was a good sign.

I tried sitting on the couch in front of my husband and leaning back on him. But that felt too similar to laying down in the hospital bed for some reason.

Then Jeff suggested that he sit down on the couch and stand facing him, then brace my knees on the couch in a semi-stand, semi-squat position. Just when I thought I couldn't do it, suddenly I felt the urge to push and out comes the baby's head! (He crowned at 12:13 am.) I paused while the ladies checked to make sure there was nothing around the baby's neck. I asked if I could continue pushing, they gave me the go-ahead, and I pushed again, and out the baby came at 12:14 am!

I turned around and sat down in front of Jeff while the ladies wrapped a towel around our baby. I asked, "Is it a boy or a girl?" to which they replied, "You get to check!" Imagine my surprise to find a BOY, when I had been expecting a girl all along. But he was a healthy wonderful baby with dark hair.

We checked him over for a few minutes. He started to suck on his fist right away, so I soon started to nurse him. The placenta easily came out. After the umbilical cord stopped pulsing, it was clamped and cut.

After nursing, we needed to weigh and measure!

Daddy getting Enoch dressed.

Joyce and Rita

The next morning...they woke up to a new brother! They like him!

Judah wasn't ready to hold him till that evening though. Man, do I look tired!

So the midwife wasn't actually at the birth. She was at another birth. But it all worked out well, praise the Lord!

I'm so thankful to have given birth this way. It was a wonderful experience! If I had any tears from the labor process, they were very small, and didn't cause me much pain in the healing process. I have had to take things a lot slower than after my first two babies, but that's okay. I've been able to. My husband was able to stay home for the first week, and then my mother came to help the next week.

Note: Whether or not you are supportive of the idea of home births, I wanted to share my story. I would like to write a wonderful post supporting home birth, citing lots of facts about why it can be a valid way to birth a child, but hey... I just had a newborn. I just don't have that kind of time. But I'm not the only one who thinks this way, so the information is out there. Just google it. ;-)

Andrew turns 2 and an "ice cream" recipe

Just days before having baby #3, Andrew turned two.

October 22, 2011 was a lovely Saturday. For breakfast, we had sourdough barley pancakes--extremely filling!

We took two long walks, one in the morning and one in the afternoon (in an attempt to get labor going!), with our family of four, along with Albert the dog and Kitty the kitty. (Yeah, we just can't seem to call it anything else. It's the only one left from the seven we had earlier this summer!) We spent a lot of time outside, just enjoying the warm-ish sunny weather.

Supper was one of our pastured chickens, potatoes, and carrots, followed by some banana cake--yeah, the same one I made for Judah's birthday minus frosting--with some "banana ice cream". Now, I feel really bad, because I cannot find the blog where I found this recipe--well, it's really a non-recipe. To make this "ice cream" here's all you have to do:

• Freeze chunks of ripe bananas.
• Put as much as you think you need (usually around 3-4 bananas is what I use) into food processor and process till well chopped.
• Add some plain yogurt for a semi-thick consistency... Maybe 1 cup? (Like I said, this is a non-recipe...)
• Add some cream, not too much, though, maybe 1/2 cup? Otherwise it turns into banana soup... which is okay, then you can just drink it like a smoothie! Blend for a few more minutes.
• That's it! If you wanted to, you could add cocoa powder, peanut butter, other frozen berries... you can add pretty much whatever you like. And it's so good. We don't add sugar because using ripe bananas makes it sweet enough for our taste buds.

Then he opened up some gifts. I got him an orange ball that he really liked at the store, and some mini construction trucks. He also got lots of things from his grandparents and relatives that he opened up later, like clothes, books, socks, diapers, underwear.

Andrew is quite a guy. For a couple months now, he's been able to count to ten, say most of the alphabet, "sings" many songs such as: Old MacDonald had a Farm, BINGO, Bob the Builder theme song, I Am Jesus' Little Lamb, Farmer in the Dell, to name a few. He loves anything tractor, truck, Polaris Ranger, combine. He joins in with us on most of the prayers we say. A few Sundays ago, he busted out singing the final "Amen, Amen, Amen" at the end of the church service. It was really hard not to burst out laughing. He's a pretty happy guy, that loves being outside swinging or pushing his bike. (He doesn't ride it, just pushes it...) He usually takes a shorter nap than his big brother, so if he thinks Judah needs to wake up, he goes in and wakes him up. "'Ake up, Judah! Juuudah!" You just have to smile.

Announcing....

Enoch Edwin Merseth

Born at 12:14 a.m. on October 24, 2011

Weighing 9 pounds even

21.5 " long

All is well.

Birth story to follow at a later date...

Judah turns 4 and a cake recipe

Here's a few pictures from on and around Judah's 4th birthday.

We celebrated with Grandma Linda and Grandpa Allan on Labor Day weekend. Judah requested banana cake, and I made a very tasty soaked whole wheat flour cake with cream cheese frosting that was a hit. I followed this recipe for Pumpkin Muffins, but instead of using pumpkin, I sub'd mashed banana, and poured it into a 9x13 pan, which worked just fine. That will definitely be a recipe I will make again and again!

Then we celebrated again the night before his birthday, since we didn't know Daddy's work schedule. I made a shortcake with a raspberry sauce. Wasn't as good as the banana cake, but still tasty. Daddy gave him a BB gun. He also got sidewalk chalk, some coloring books, books, work boots and a monster truck t-shirt (a major fav!).

Andrew lovin' the balloon.

I've started giving Judah "reading lessons" from the book Teach Your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons. About a month ago he really seemed eager to know what things said, so I checked out a book from the library about reading and started going thru it. Didn't like that book as well as the one I linked to above. This book lays it all out there for the parent, so I don't have to re-create the wheel, which is nice! It takes about 20-30 minutes a day, plus I'm learning things, too. So this is our start at home-schooling. I also purchased the book The Well-Trained Mind: A Guide to Classical Education at Home. I won't say more than I thought that book was important enough to have my own copy, and plan to follow the plans. Right now, it's important to teach phonics and numbers, and read read read to him, which I do anyway.

The boys are mostly good at playing together, though we have a few issues that we work through every day... Where did these children get their stubborn streak from anyway?! We are working on implementing principles from the book Raising Godly Tomatoes. We're still working on it. We've made some baby step improvements. Let me just say, it's hard being consistent when I'm so pregnant.

Judah also enjoys hearing bible stories, which is our nightly devotion book right now, "The Story Bible" with beautiful pictures. We also have a couple other bible books with pictures that both boys enjoy looking at, and asking questions about. We're also working on the meanings of the Ten Commandments, according to Luther's Small Catechism.

We also have our animal and garden chores which are keeping us busy.

Thanks to God for a healthy boy!

Wild Foraging: Squashberries and Making Jelly

Squashberries. I'll bet you've never heard of them. I hadn't either, until I started doing some research about the plants on and around our property. They're very similar to Highbush Cranberries... if you've heard of those.

I interlibrary loaned a few books on wild foraging from the local library. (I really didn't want to poison my family in my quest for free food!)

• Edible Wild Plants by T. S. Elias & P.A. Dykeman
• Cooking with Wild Berries & Fruits of Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Michigan by Teresa Marrone
• Abundantly Wild: Collecting And Cooking Wild Edibles Of The Upper Midwest by Teresa Marrone

So I had some squashberries on my hands. Thankfully there are no poisonous look-alikes, so that made me feel pretty safe in going ahead with my project.

1. I picked about two and a half quarts of berries. That was the easiest part.
2. Then to make sure they were all de-stemmed. That was a little more time-consuming, probably took me at least an hour or so.
3. Rinse the fruit to get all the bugs and last stem particles out.
4. Put the fruit in a 5 qt. pot and put enough water in to barely cover the fruit. After I started cooking them, I mashed the fruit. After maybe 20 minutes or so, I let the mixture cool. One thing that I forgot to do was add an orange or lemon rind to the mixture while cooking, which was recommended by one of my library books. It helps to take away the odor of the cooking berries... and I have to admit, it wasn't incredibly appealing to smell while cooking! Next time...
5. The mixture then went through my cone-shaped strainer. It has a handy dandy wooden mallet to push the mixture through. You need to get all the skins and seeds out. The seeds are a flat, oval shape. (Sorry, no picture...)
6. I did two "tests" on it before continuing: the pectin test, and the acid test, as explained in the book Canning, Freezing & Drying by the editors of Sunset Books and Sunset Magazine. To test if you need to add extra pectin, you add 1 teaspoon of cooked fruit juice to 1 Tablespoon of rubbing alcohol (70%). (Don't drink this, however, and throw it out when done!) "Juices rich in pectin will form a jellylike mass that can be picked up with a fork. Juices low in pectin will form only a few pieces of jellylike material." My squashberries didn't appear to need added pectin according to this test. To test if you need to add acid such as lemon juice, "compare the tartness of the your cooked fruit juice with a mixture of 1 teaspoon lemon juice added to 3 Tablespoons water and 1/2 teaspoon sugar. If the juice is not as tart as the lemon mixture, add 1 Tablespoon lemon juice to each cup of fruit juice." My squashberries were quite tart, so I didn't need additional acid.
7. I had about 5.5 c. liquid. Once I got it boiling, I added 3/4 c. honey for every cup of liquid. The "formula" recommended in Canning, Freezing & Drying was to use "about 3/4 to 1 c. sugar for juice with a high proportion of pectin (or 2/3 c to 3/4 c. for juice containing only a moderate amount of pectin) to each cup of fruit juice." So, being the stingy sweetener that I am, I used 3/4 c. honey for every cup of fruit juice. To my tastebuds, it tasted pretty sweet.
8. Since I didn't use commercial pectin, I was using the "long boil method"... rapidly boiling until jell point is reached at 220 degrees F. The book specifies that "this is at sea level. To test at your elevation, boil water to see at what temperature it boils; then add 8 degrees F. for the jell point." I just went with the 220 degrees. Well, actually I went with 215 degrees because it seemed stuck there for the longest time, and the book cautions against boiling for too long. So, what's a girl to do? What any pregnant girl who's ready for a nap would do!
9. Put the hot mixture in jars! I had clean pint and half pint jars ready to go, and filled three pints and two half pints. Wipe off the rims with a damp rag, put on your sterilized new canning lids, and screw on the rings. Once they've sealed (when you push on the top and it doesn't make a popping sound), they're all done!

Note: It took a while for this "jelly" to jell. It's been a few weeks now, and the liquid is starting to thicken finally. A few more months and it will probably officially become jelly. I'm sure this can be attributed to the fact that I didn't boil it to its exact jell point. But the amount of pectin in the fruit will make up for my lazy cooking measures over time.

I hope you enjoyed my adventure. I still need to try out rosehips and nannyberries. We'll see...