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grandma b's caramel rolls

Two reasons why you should click through to this link:
1. You have to check out my very pregnant belly. It's comical in these pictures.
2. You have to see my grandma's hands. I love my grandma's hands.

So click here to see my belly and her hands and then let your mouth water a bit. Grandma's caramel rolls are simply the best.

grandma b's motherly wisdom: a repost

Thanks so much for the kind comments, emails and phone calls. My parents and I spent the day with Grandma and the family and it was peaceful, calm and rich in conversation.

I first published this post during Mothers Day week 2010. I sent out a list of questions to the mom's in my family and they graciously answered each question. I thought I'd share it today again, because it explains so much of who grandma b is and what she lives for: her savior and the next generation.

My grandma Bredberg has seven kids and lots of grandkids, even more great grandkids and just started her season of great great grandparenting. She is a woman of faith, deeply in love with her savior and has created a family that is still united, enjoys one another's company and share a love for Jesus.

When my grandpa died, everyone was gathered in her apartment. She and Grandpa had moved out of the farm house the year earlier, him not wanting her to have to sort through that whole house without him. My cousin Daron asked that day, Grandma, you're 79, what what are you going to do now with Grandpa gone? And without pause Grandma replied, "I sent all seven of my kids to the Lutheran Bible Institute, but I was married at 18 and never got to go. So I suppose I would like to go to LBI.

LBI is the Lutheran Bible Institute out near Seattle, Washington. And eight months later, Grandma found herself living in the dormitories, eating in the caf, taking classes and affectionately nicknamed, "college grandma" by the student body.

She talks about how in her first class, the professor announced that all papers must be type written, times new roman, 12 point font. She wrote all of that down and drove herself to Best Buy later that afternoon to buy herself her first computer. She found a "nice young man" who helped buy Grandma the nicest computer any of us had seen. It was a black flat screen monitor, long before those were mainstream.

She started that week, sending out daily mass emails to her friends and family. She'd begin, "dear email family" and proceed to tell us 1) what she ate for breakfast 2) a Bible verse or passage for the day and 3) any thoughts or notes she had on that verse or passage. Those first emails were the best. I remember one said, "today I had a lovely lunch with richard and kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkaren. now how did all of those k's appear? And how would I get rid of them?" And all the cousins took our grandma under our wing and replied, "dear grandma, in the upper right hand part of your keyboard there is a button that says back space. hover your mouse over the k's and then hit this button until the k's are deleted."

This was 13 years ago, and Grandma still sends out a daily email almost every single day. If she misses a day or two, she always explains why...computer problems, visits to family, traveling to mesa or back to sherburn. Grandma sets the bar so high for living a life passionate for God and for her family. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you, Grandma b.

Isn't it wonderful--and no matter how many times you are blessed to experience it, motherhood is just as wonderful and exciting. I believe each baby is a gift of God, wholly His. And this child has a definite plan in God's eyes. I'm not very good at answering questions because I'm not very good with words--they often don't say what I mean but I will try. Love you, Grandma B

What resources or who in your life was the most helpful in giving sound parenting advice? I was fortunate to have two little brothers born when I was in High School, one in my freshman year and one in my Junior year. So I learned a lot about caring for a baby--My Mother was a good example to follow and then, too. she was so near. she was a wonderful source of wisdom. Mostly her method of raising us was 'LOVE'; and that wasn't hard to follow. When you love your children with all your heart, they will overlook many mistakes one makes.

Was there a specific part of mothering that challenged you and your confidence in being a mother? As to challenges--I can't think of any, am sure there were some, but God gives us a way of forgetting the unhappy and remembering the many blessings He give us. Of course, I always thought I had the best kids, and I did.

When Becca asked me if I had many challenges raising my seven, I didn't remember that I thought they caused challenges--but, there must have been mornings when having all seven get out to that school bus in time was a challenge. There was one year when Jan was a senior and Paul a first grader. (which means all seven kids were in school) I called them 'my thundering herd' when they all arrived back home at four, on that same bus. What a lot of 'telling' of all the happenings of the day! Then it was time for snacks and to change their clothes to do their chores, supper had to be at 5:30, which left time to milk the cows for Daddy and the hired man.

What is your favorite part of being a Mama? All the love and care they still give me.

If you were to go back and start your season of mothering all over again what would you tell yourself? I wish I had spent more time with each one. Maybe not doing so much volunteering, I really don't know. I'm thankful for all the help of my Savior, He saved me many a time, giving me patience, strength and more love. Anything else you want to share with a first time mom? Just love 'em, give them to the Lord, He is the best baby-sitter.Our verse for today: and a most important part of raising a child--discipline!!Solomon 23:13a "Do not withhold discipline from a child." And start, with love and patience to do it when they are very young. They learn so fast. Love you all, Grandma B.

grandma b

When my grandma was young she was caring for her grandmother who was old and not well. Her grandmother asked her to give her a bath, "so that I will be clean when I meet my Savior.” Grandma bathed her grandma, put her in a clean night gown and propped her up with pillows in her upstairs bedroom. Her grandmother then told her it was time to get her grandfather. Grandma did, and when the two of them came back up the stairs, they found her Grandmother still, absent of breath, at peace with a sweet and calm expression, having left this world and passed to life eternal.

My grandma has told me this story so many times and always ends it by saying, “and that’s why I’m not afraid to die. There is nothing to fear. I have watched so many breathe their last and it’s not scary. They know where they are going. They’re going to meet the Lord.”

Grandma B is going to meet the Lord. She is on hospice care with a surprise aggressive lymphoma overtaking her body. A week ago she looked, in the words of my cousin Mark, vibrant, and now she is yellow, frail and so tiny in that hospital bed.

When we walked into her hospital room she told us, “I have asked the Lord to take me home so many times, and now he’s got my room ready.”

My dad read scripture for us by her bedside and then prayed with his mother-in-law. He was overcome and couldn’t continue so grandma did. She prayed and prayed and to listen to her was like eavesdropping on two friends in sweet communion. She talked to God like she was a little girl and he really was her daddy. She prayed for a pastor in the Philippines who she sponsors who is bringing the gospel to ears who have never heard. She prayed for their hearts and for the wonder of the work he does. She said, “oh Lord, we think of Martin Luther and how he was able to use the printing press to spread your Word, and now just think of all the different ways we have to spread your love. And oh, there are so many who don’t know you, Lord. And you love them so much.”

Then she ended, “I know you’re preparing my room Lord. Remember lots of birds. I’ve always loved your birds.” And it’s true. She’s always telling of pretty birds she has seen, birds at her feeder, geese flying across the sky. She's already decorating her new home.

Grandma has been coherent and present and has shared many prayers, blessings and kind words with her family. And she is not afraid. She has peace and love abounding. She's not afraid, but I’m afraid of how empty it will feel without her in our family. I am afraid of losing my last living grandparent. I am afraid of how much I am going to miss her.

one is fun

Dear Ivar,
Can't handle how much we love you. You continue to bring us joy everyday.

Your latest favorite activity is frequently visiting your dad downstairs. You know how to get to him now, which is so fun to see. You crawl to the door to the basement (which is ALWAYS shut after a terrible baby tumbling accident in September that included you, 15 wooden steps, a concrete floor to land on and a super miracle that you crawled away less traumatized than your mom. Ish.) You crawl to the basement door and start saying, "Dada! Daddo! Da! Dada!" I scoop you up and you duck your head as low as you can as we descend on the steps so that you can see your dad. You clap your hands, laugh, yell and then dive into his arms.

We do this several times a day. And even though your dad has typically worked best with no interruptions, he has yet to say anything about our 5-6 visits a day. Turns out he lights up as bright as you.

You love to eat. Bananas, kiwi, ham, cheese, cooked carrots and pasta are favorites for sure. When you want more you politely look at me and loudly say, "mmmmmmmm." Which is the sound I make when I put the food on your tray.

You clap your hands with joy and it is a favorite thing to do. I sing a song I learned in church school and you know this song means we clap and bounce. Clap your hands, stomp your feet, spread the love of Jesus to everyone you meet. Oh Clap your hands, stop your feet, spread a little love around. You laugh and bob your head and clap through the whole song. Needless to say, it gets sung a lot.

You also love to drum on your high chair tray. We play this game at every meal with dad and I banging on the table. But if you stop drumming, we do too. And when you start up again, we join in. You love being the leader, and love that we are following your cues.

When you're done eating you enjoy rubbing your hands through your hair, just to be sure I know you're really done. I brought you to Aunt Jan's on Monday with so much oatmeal in your hair I was embarrassed. You got a bath right when we got home.

You let us know what you don't like to eat with a preemptive uh oh before you throw that food on the floor. This was funny the first few times, but now you are now getting a stern, "No." And it sometimes hurts your feelings.

And that's the other new thing. We're telling you what is and isn't okay and this often crimps your style. You like to roll over while we change your diaper and this gets you a firm hand on the leg and a serious, "Ivar, No." Again, it hurts your feelings, but its the only safe thing to do. Can't have you rolling around on the changing table.

You love riding in the shopping cart and point out all of the balls and circles in the store. Signs included. Target is basically your utopia, as their aisle signs are circles and they even decorated the outside of their store with giant concrete red balls up and down the sidewalk. You actually are hard to hold onto when you see these balls, like you might just jump out of your skin.

Today you're running a low fever and are super snuggly. That's really abnormal. You usually don't have time to cuddle, but today you do and I'm soaking up every minute of your head on my shoulder. We watched our first PBS Kids shows this morning on the couch and you seemed amused.

It's so fun to watch you grow. We love you so much.

Love,
Mama (who you currently are calling Dada, along with the real Dada)

ivar's birthday cards


Ivar got some fun gifts for his birthday, but the cards really stole the show. Toby and Kirby always draw a comic in their birthday cards. Toby's is spot on. That's how I feel about how fast he's grown! Kirby's comic is four frames. Frame one: Ivar, frame two: people singing Happy Birthday to Ivar, frame three: people confused because Ivar fell asleep, frame four: Ivar happily dreaming of balls.
This card from Sonna makes me smile because you can see the very letter where she made a mistake, got too frustrated and had her mom take over and write the rest of the message. I also love that since she started preschool she includes the letter L for Larson when she writes her name. Not to be mistaken with the other Sonna's in the world, she is Sonna L.
 Claire Helen made this super fun card, and ever time Ivar sees it he waves his hands and says, "ball!"
Penny traced her name and glued pictures of her favorite cold weather gear. :)
Simon made an interactive card and wrote, "Please draw a picture for me of balls!" And provided the ghost encircled frame to draw our picture.
And Ruby wowed us with all of the letters she has learned! It says, Ivar I love you Ruby.

Thanks for the cards cousins! They've all been put safely in Ivar's Special Things box.