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reading. aloud. together. all the time. every day.
I have heard mounds of advice about homeschool over the years. Piles and gobs. Good advice about managing your time wisely, about organizing your day, about unschooling and school on line and classical vs. Charlotte Mason, about textbook choices and co-ops and at what age your child should be able to read, speak, think, tie shoes, make a pie, write…
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mantra.
It’s because the days move so quickly that I cling to them so tightly. Having a senior in our home constantly reminds me – nine doesn’t last. But goodness – how sweet it is. Sweet, I tell you, to watch the kids craft magic out of yarn and sticks – a horse, a unicorn, a tiny doll. Pretend play in…
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This post doesn’t feature any photos. I expect you’ll be grateful.
I was so prepared for back to school last Sunday night. Before 8 p.m. I entered the living room all aglow with giddiness. I floated across the old scuffed wooden floors and sat beside Kevin. “I feel really good,” I told him. He tilted his head toward my direction with a quizzical look on his face. “About what?” “About everything.…
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Retrospective.
I’m home now. (I have been for several days.) The Asheville Girls Party has ceased. There are dirty dishes in our sink (but not because Kevin and Riley didn’t take care of all that. They were amazing- but that’s a post for another day.) Laundry needs to be shifted from washer to dryer. I need to unpack my suitcase and…
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Asheville. 40. All good.
I’m celebrating and chatting more than typing and writing today. But here’s a few snapshots of the adventures thus far. We’re enjoying the cabin. And one another. Eating. So many choices. Shopping. Walking downtown streets. Paying a skinny man in a puffy jacket on a street corner to write a birthday poem. Which turned out to be a remarkably beautiful…
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where this day finds me
I don’t know where you are. (Because that would be super creepy.) But I’m cozied up in a cabin in the North Carolina mountains with a hot tub, a box of Crunkles, fluffy white robes, a semi-roaring fire, a newspaper on our porch and four incredibly funny and entertaining friends. It’s New Years. And we are celebrating my long time…
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Nine. Mosely’s turn.
It always happens to Mosely. It’s because her birthday is only a few days before Christmas. I never forget this cute girl’s birthday. Not ever. But I always underestimate the amount of effort and/or time it will take to pull a birthday event together. Wait – who am I kidding? I do this for every birthday in our house. I have…
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The Day After Christmas, A Catch Up Post
It was good to stay mostly far away from the computer screen for the past several days. This long long weekend has been restful and sweet and full of blog-worthy moments. (Of which perhaps I’ll eventually catch up. Perhaps. Perhaps yes. Perhaps no.) The annual Christmas Eve pajamas were a hit. Bergen has declared that he will no longer…
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the simple beautiful. some more. and again.
These are the moments that I already know that I will miss. The moments that I wish I had stored up and stacked up higher and better with my first five children. (Five children – has it taken me this many to begin to understand?) The tiny and the tender helpful ways that a three-year-old tries to serve his momma.…
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here’s to ordinary.
“Quality time” can never substitute for ordinary days spent doing ordinary things together. – Elisabeth Elliot
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weekend ramble. (a weekend both peaceful & productive)
here we go …
rocks & roots
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good morning.
One by one, they arrive. Kid after kid. In random order. Sleep in their eyes and warmth clinging to their pajamas. The smell of night still tangled in their tousled hair. They crawl into our giant bed and wedge themselves between mommy and daddy and they feel safe. And loved. Eyes close again and sleep becomes the victor. I can’t…
