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reminding myself.
Quote by Annie Keary ….. I think I find the most help in trying to look on all the interruptions and hindrances to work that one has planned out as discipline, trials sent by God to help one against getting selfish over one’s work. Then one can feel that perhaps one’s true work – one’s work for God – consists…
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can the grocery store be a field trip?
When you are raising young children, every time you leave your house – it’s an adventure. They’re so curious about all the details of life. The trips that may be mundane to us are still full of wonder to them. I’m always seeing advertisements and links to websites for homeschooling and classes and projects and activities. I keep a notebook…
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words fitly spoken . . .
I know I’ve written about my kids being that still, small voice of God to me sometimes. So many times I’ve been convicted by their words and their actions and have been forced to reconsider my words and my actions. And while later, after the fact, I’m prone to lean toward being pleased with my children for their clarity of…
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don’t stop singing
The kids and I were all doing some grocery shopping recently. Everyone was walking beside the cart, chatting amicably and helping me gather our necessary purchases. Hawkeye, however, seemed to have a higher level of energy than the rest of us. Somehow he kept appearing on either side of the cart and he seemed to be continually emitting a higher…
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nine. 9. number nine.
When you wake up as a nine-year-old and your name is London Elizabeth Scout this is what you do ….. You wake up to your special requests coming true. Fruity Pebbles and the Sunday comics in bed. (Yep. Fruity Pebbles. Gasp!) You are allowed to open your presents before your cake. (You should know that agreeing to this decision was…
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wild.
I took a couple of young ones to the library this week. And I came home with a handful of wild things.
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A Letter About Ice Cream, Cookies and Disappointment
Dear Breyer’s Ice Cream, I am choosing to address my letter to you as you are the official maker of this particular product. I like bright colors, funky shoes and exuberant headwear. But I like my ice cream in the plain old vanilla variety. My children love cookies with a chocolate coating and cookies with a chocolate filling and cookies…
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Summer Field Trippin’
Summer definitely looks different than the school year. We sleep a lot later. Our meals are routinely consumed at less-than-normal intervals. We find ourselves in or near water with a higher degree of frequency. But all school isn’t completely shut down for us. (We’re actually continuing math for the summer and we never stop all that good reading.) Plus. We…
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a long-winded build up to some Fourth photos. that’s all.
Yesterday was what London calls a “home day”. It’s just like what it sounds like – a day where we spend every waking hour at home. These are her absolute favorite type of days. We stayed home primarily because we had no access to a car. Which was fine. To be fair, the kids stayed home all day. Kevin and…
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modem, thrift store and surprise discoveries
Ta-da! We have internet service again. Not that this appears any differently to you, but to me – it sure does. I was so grateful to discover that little app on my phone to make posting blog entries much easier, but I still prefer the larger screen, the keyboard and its clickety-clack sounds and access to links and what-not. Our…
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summer song
These days could just not be moving any faster it seems. Ah, summer. I want to hold on to you with both hands. And beautiful, sweet, glorious days of my children’s youth – I want to gather you in my arms and frame you on my walls and write about you in books and beg you on bended knee to…
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Coming Home, Being Thankful
I drove to Virginia early last week with just the kids. It’s been a tradition for many years for the moms and the kids to gather the week before our annual July Fourth party and spend time prepping for the party, corralling small children and laughing at nonsensical things. The husbands generally join us later in the week as soon…
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How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways.
What I Love About the Farm: Hanging out with Sally and Emma and Sarah. The wide open spaces. (No neighborhood in the distance. No cell towers. No highway over the ridge. Nothing but green trees and green grass.) These two boys developing a brand new buddy-ship. No Internet connection. (Yes, I love this. I type these little posts at night,…
