The creative juices are flowing again...

Amazing how eliminating one thing can create so much time for other productive activities:).  Here is a sample:

The painting I did at Christmas.

I got a pad of painting paper to practice on.

Starting to make cards again.

Lots of fun:)

Now I just need to start sending them to people that have babies.

Or sell them at Farmer's Market.

The inside left blank for someone else's creative, loving mind:).

  Painting is something that I didn't do as a child.  Not sure why. My dad was a really good artist, but he mostly did sketches.  His grandfather was an AWESOME painter and taught my dad to draw from the time he was a little boy.  I have several of my dad's drawings that my Grandma passed on to me.  It would be nice to write a book about him someday and include them, but that is probably just a dream:).  The above paintings look childish to me, but I think I'm okay with that.  A person has to start somewhere.  It's really just another way to be creative and work on something during the winter that the kids won't mess up, like the house after I clean it. Cards are fun to create and there is always plenty of need for them around here. The price of cards is crazy, especially considering that a person can make at least a dozen cards for less than $10.  Once the supplies are well stocked, it's even less.  I owe my great stash to kind family members that have blessed me with supplies for Birthdays and Christmas.  So, off to chase the roaring children... Kiersten was after Caleb last I saw!

Manna anyone?

Hey, where did this come from?

The one who put it there must've thought the floors weren't clean enough:).

Socks?  Must be for the person complaining about not wanting manna:).

Clearly he thinks it's delicious.  Wonder if he'd still think so after 40 years?

Caleb LOVED it, but requested butter after the first couple. 

Elyssia had fun collecting it, Kiersten enjoyed the fact that it was just the right size for her hands.

The creative mind behind bringing the devotions to life.

Future Author?

Here are a couple of the stories that Garrison has made up lately for school.  Hope you enjoy them:)



                                                   A Potato Tornado
                                                       By: Garrison Holloway                                    
A long time ago some people's houses got wrecked.  There was a tornado that came.  People threw potatoes at the tornado because they thought it would stop it, but it only made it SMELL like a potato! Then it dropped all the potatoes back on the people.  It spat mashed potatoes at their houses(when I asked why, he replied, "they were mashed by all the spinning").  Then the west wind came and blew the tornado away.

                                    ~ The End ~
             If we could get him to expand the story and found a good illustrator I think it would sell:).


Here's one that he wrote in Alberta.

                                                   The Stampede
                                   By: Garrison Holloway(age 4)

There was a stampede in Calgary.  The bulls were butting people.  The cowboys came and rounded them up and put them back in the barn. The bulls were angry and tried to butt out the fence.  The people put a hard coral aound them.  The bulls gave up trying and went to sleep.  When they woke up they didn't fight anymore.
                                     ~The End~
                  Future stampede cowboy?                                     Rodeo clown is more like it:))).