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Introducing . . .
I wish there was a way that I could get paid to tell people about all the things that I already like. Is that possible? Well, anyway, until it is – I guess I’ll just keep doing it for free. There’s just so many things that I like – so many people, so many shoes, so many craft ideas, so…
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home bound days.
I spend the majority of my days with six people, all younger and smaller than me by varying degrees. (And as we’ve been a one-car family for thirteen days or more, it seems I have been spending lots of days at home, with no transportation at my disposal.) There have been moments in these recent days that I have felt…
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hand-me-downs
Piper’s closet is full. Overflowing. Brimming to capacity. Full. She owns five pairs of jeans. That’s more denim than I own. (Who can afford that many grown up jeans at the cost of Gap these days? And by Gap, I actually mean TJ Maxx or Target because I think those are the stores of choice for any jeans I have…
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Next up for the Revolution
Revolutions aren’t undertaken alone. I mean, I guess they aren’t. What am I? A history teacher? Oh. Yeah. I guess I sort of am. So, ahem, as I was saying. Revolutions don’t happen alone. And at our house, in our current Low to No Revolution, Kevin has now officially joined the ranks. Not that he wasn’t already on board. But…
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crayon art
There once was a wedding of two people our family loves. And Bergen wanted to help make their gift. Enter Pinterest. And don’t forget – gifts need to be on the Low to No train too. We found an idea over there and turned it into our own creation. (All mockingbird style – right?) We started with a blank canvas…
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reminded. again.
Some days I feel as if I am just about two steps away from some sort of mental breakdown. (Oh, and some days I kind of exaggerate.) I’m not exactly sure which is more true today though – the breakdown or the exaggeration. Our green car, a gem of a vehicle made in the memorable year 1993 and featuring both…
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soundtrack of my mind
Time is not my enemy.
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Are we the only ones?
Are we the only family whose possessions fall out of our car every time we open the door? The only family where an underwear-wearing-only kid falls asleep on the sofa? The only family whose two-year-old son is neither potty-trained nor able to communicate in traditionally “normal” manners? The only family whose son associates every animal not with its proper name…
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this is the age
One day last weekend was just so lovely. Loads of creativity purring through the house. London and I creating sewing kits. Berg drawing blue birds because he wanted to. Mosely and Piper pretending the cardboard boxes I should have been packing were canoes and they were going over a waterfall like a character in a book we love. I was…
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exactly.
Has anyone else felt a little crazy inside their own mind at times? No? Just me? Well, that’s okay. I’ve often suspected that I was, in fact, the only insane person around. Suspicion confirmed. Thankyouverymuch. Now, let’s move on. At any rate, as far as our new home goes, (because that’s what I’m actually talking about today, by the way.…
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it has begun.
I love the ideas you guys filled the comments section with after my last post about the Low to No Cost Revolution. You guys had ideas for low cost shampoo, tips for the laundry soap making experience, cheap wipes and low budget meal ideas. I really wanted to try some this weekend. (I probably should have been packing or cleaning,…
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it’s a revolution. want in?
“Not all those who wander are lost.” J.R.R. Tolkien We are not lost. But we are on a route that our feet have never walked. And we have miles to go before we sleep. (Man, I am just all about some literary references today, am I not?) We’re not moving until closer to the end of the year but we…
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a chip by any other name.
There are many reasons that I love baking with my little Willow. The following conversation during yesterday’s cookie baking is merely one of them: Willow: Mom, may I have one chocolate chip? Long pause for dramatic effect. (As if I would tell that angelic face “no” to a single chocolate chip. Why bake with Mommy if extra chocolate chips are…
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