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Date Night: From the Home Front
Last night was Date Night. No guns or alcohol this time. A rather low-budget evening. Carrabba’s for dinner. (Only because we had a gift card, thanks to Look Up’s annual Christmas party.) Mid-dinner, a text arrived from Riley, our evening’s official babysitter. It was a photo of Magnus, perched like royalty on an old chair in our sunroom. When we returned home, Riley gave us the evening’s breakdown . . . photojournalist-style. (I guess my parents never had that luxury with their babysitters -eh?) First, there was music. And costumes. And dancing. And then, as is so often the case, music led to art. (Apparently Berg was drawing drums. To…
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an odd assortment
I’m still sick. I think it has been six days of feeling Far Less Than Normal. Kevin had strep throat. London had strep throat. The bottles of amoxicillin in the fridge have outnumbered the jugs of milk. A cacophony of coughing greets my every morning and accompanies me throughout every day. Sentences are hard to complete and some prerecorded episodes of What Not To Wear are calling my name. So I give you today – a list. An odd assortment of true facts that are only related because they all happened here at this house and they are all true. (Silly me, of course they are true. I called them…
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I Guess That Makes Sense
It’s winter – right? And we live pretty far from the coast. So why was our yard full of sea shells this week? I can only think of one answer. Magnus.
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Here We Go
Alert: This post is being typed from a computer with a dying battery. In a hotel room with no access to photographs. The Band of Keigley are on the road. (And you would know all the minutia of our family’s Christmas journey south if you followed Riley’s Facebook updates. But please do not. We do not wish to support her addiction. I’m actually not joking.) The start was a bit shaky . . . an hour and a half later than intended, snow and ice the first forty-five minutes, an accidental opening of the completely, tightly packed Suburban’s back door two minutes before the official Buckling In Of Passengers was…
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seriously.
Oh Man. After this morning’s Bible study, I had a small window of time to get back to our house, grab a quick lunch for everyone (and by “grab” I mean “Mommy has to assemble”) and get everyone back in the car and headed in the opposite direction to the afternoon’s art lessons. It was raining. Time was limited. I had five children with me. I knew it was a recipe for disaster. But I had no idea how violently it would all break down. The kids got corralled in, stepping in each puddle and muddy inch in the yard and splash their wet selves across the sun room floor.…
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One Thing Leads To Another
Ups and downs. Highs and lows. This and that. A chain of events that connects one thing to another. We were in the car on the way to the bank. Piper threw up in the car again. (Is this a pattern?) I turned the car around, errands never completed. I unbuckled the entire car seat, with the sticky, smelly two-year-old still buckled in, and set it all on the driveway. I left the car seat outside and carried the little Finnian directly in to the bathtub. I forgot about the car seat. Magnus did not. Riley (or as our kids call her – Girl Staff Riley, not to be confused…
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The Wise Finnian
This little girl may be a genius. Or not. But I probably owe her a positive post since the last time that I wrote about her I think I may have mentioned the word “terrible” and dwelt heavily upon her tiny child misbehavior. At any rate, I think we all know there are many sides to every person. So why would a two foot tall person be any different? We think she is learning the ropes awfully fast. Of all the Keigley children, perhaps even including Riley, Piper Finn is the only one not at all afraid of Magnus. (The dog that is beginning to make me question my judgement.)…
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Just What We Need
What do the Keigleys NOT need today? New brakes on Kevin’s Tahoe? No. We needed those. And purchased them this afternoon. Groceries? Actually, we do need these. There is neither milk, bread nor bananas in our house currently. How about a new puppy? You’re right! We do NOT NEED a new puppy today. But guess what we picked up and carried home this very afternoon? Yes. A new puppy. A beautiful twelve week old chocolate lab puppy. Magnus. (Middle name yet to be determined, although it must contain a reference to The Beatles, as all of our other domestic pet names have.) It was free, after all. And registered. A…
