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Piper Finn Saves the Day
I hope I never stop thinking these Keiglets are funny. (I hope they never stop being funny. The pressure’s actually on them, not me. Right?) Otto is a collector. (A hoarder if you must.) And he likes little things. Lately he is obsessed with our friend Torrye’s hair clip. It’s an unusual looking black clip that opens and closes in…
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My Pinterest Test Kitchen. Cook This: Granola Bars.
And so after the rousing success of the cinnamon roll I told you I would share some of the recipes I’ve been whipping up lately. I have been racing through my Pinterest Cook This board. Maybe you’re like me and you pin a bunch of delicious looking food and sometimes you make it and sometimes you don’t. Sometimes I wonder…
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me vs. expectations. a daily battle.
I struggle with expectations. I could start with that single sentence and go off in thirty different directions. (Maybe I’ll revisit expectations again later. It’s a beast of a problem, you know.) Today I’ll reign it all in around this: I struggle with this particular expectation – I should accomplish certain tasks every day. They could (and they do) vary…
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Book Club: Island of the Blue Dolphins
Book Club. I’ve been loving it since it began. February brought us Island of the Blue Dolphins. I think Scott O’Dell should have put the author’s notes in the front of the novel this time instead of the back. It wasn’t until after I read the entire book that I realized that the fascinating story was based…
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the road to adventure.
“I hope adventure finds you today.” That’s the text my friend sent out last Tuesday morning. Several of us were scheduled to attend a class about wolves about Pisgah National Park. The weather had other plans and snow on the mountain caused our class to be cancelled. We all joked about our day’s schedule being altered and she sent that…
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it’s dangerous to think after midnight
Some days I’m convinced that I’m crazy. It’s my own particular brand. I’m hoping we’ve all got our own signature varieties of crazy. At least that’s what I tell myself. To make me feel less crazy. Last night after bedtime I heard Otto calling my name. “Momma!” He was standing by our bedroom door. “I just want to sleep in…
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not responsible.
This week a friend of mine said she was going to stop reading my blog posts. Because they’ve been making her cry recently. I can’t say it’s been my goal to make any reader cry. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t somehow a tiny bit pleased that my words could strike a chord that would potentially make…
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knowing my ones.
I’ve been watching them it seems all of their lives. Which, of course, is true. I have. I’ve been watching and memorizing and forgetting. And watching. And re-learning. Still, at the end of each day, as my eyes wearily close and my world grows dark, I know I will still forget. I know it’s not enough. I will never be…
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ripple. we’ll be expecting you.
Many months in the planning, the women in our homeschool gathering had a bit of a grown up slumber party/retreat/call it what you want this weekend. And, frankly, I’m at a loss for words to describe the simple beauty of the few days spent in comfortable camaraderie with like-minded moms. (All you mothers out there – schedule one for yourself…
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To Young Mothers. To All Mothers. To Me.
I remember being pregnant with Bergen. Early on. Sick sick sick. Sending a ten-year old to school and staring at two toddlers strapped into their booster seats in the kitchen. Spoon feeding them yogurt while I was sprawled across the tile on the dirty kitchen floor. Crying to myself and wondering how I would ever survive until lunch. Exhausting days.…
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flower love.
The kids pulled Kevin and I outside the other day, insisting that we close our eyes along the way. Which led to bumped shins and tripping through holes in our lawn. But when we opened our eyes – we saw this …… Happy Day of Hearts and Chocolate and Candy and All Things Pink.
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the surprise package
A package addressed to Otto and Piper arrived in the mail yesterday. That might have been thrill enough for them. Piper opened it right there in the car. It was something wrapped in thick padding. She carefully pulled off the extra paper. Every other kid is anxiously watching. Enjoying Piper and Otto’s obvious excitement. Inside the package is ……… a…
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whatcha’ got cookin’?
Sometimes I just get in a mood. A mood to use goofy grammar in a blog title. A mood to cook up a variety of new recipes. A mood to not make the same meal twice all month. Just a mood. You know? Last week Bergen was in a mood to make our own frozen yogurt. So we did. I…
