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Adventure: Day One
A Keigley trip always looks a little like chaos. Mostly organized chaos, but chaos nonetheless. And since I am blogging on the road, a new adventure for me, this post may sound a little like chaos. Organized chaos, maybe, but chaos nonetheless. (What I am actually trying to say is – this post might be a bit like Virginia Woolf’s…
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The Hawke Has Landed
I sat down tonight (or last night, if you read this during the day, like regular folk. or tonight if you are alece and you read somehow in cyber space over my shoulder as I type in the nearly wee hours.) to type a little post about something else. I can’t even remember what right now. Because I was interrupted…
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thirty years of July Fourthing.
she’s right, he knows her name.
mid-week rambling.
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Love And Do Not Love: A List
Any given day has its highs and its lows. Any given person has their loves and their not-so loves. We can all agree upon that – right? Take today, for instance. I really love whoopie pies. And I love that our vacation begins this Wednesday. I do not love hearing my name called as if it really is on some…
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wednesday afternoon.
I’ve had this idea rolling around in my head for a few months now. An idea about home school and community and the type of children Kevin and I want to raise and about help and asking for that help from my many talented friends. I’m not going to really explain the idea right now. I’ll save that for another…
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Like Mother Like Daughter
As if we need further evidence that Piper Finnian Willow Lacey is my daughter indeed. But here it is just the same. I do not actually care for Oreo cookies. (gasp.) Not the traditional black and white numbers anyway. But ever since some genius in marketing over at the Oreo cookie factory brainstormed the idea of the Golden Oreo, I have…
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Just so you know, Mom.
Not all of London’s notes are love letters. The other day I walked into the kitchen to find these announcements placed on canisters on our counter. First – on the jar of peanuts. And then the container of oatmeal. (Clearly not her favorite Monday morning meal option.)
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Want to take an adventure with our family? (Virtually. Of course.)
Spring break is next week. Well, spring break according to Riley’s school schedule. And since we like Riley and want to include her in our adventures, we declare next week to be our entire family’s spring break as well. Gas prices are, um, frighteningly high. Especially when you drive a gas machine like our Suburban. So we are staying closer…
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as the pendulum swings
If you have read this blog for any length of time then you already know a-plenty about me. You know that I love a list. And I have a fondness for schedule. Let me tell you this, I can plan the mess out of something. I make a mean routine. I am a first-rate organizer. I draw it up in…
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17.
Seventeen. This kid who was once six and Southern-sounding as all get out. This girl who changed her own name when she was nine and politely insisted that her third grade class refer to her as “Riley” henceforth. This waif who won my momma’s heart from the first hug as she wrapped her teeny arms around my mother’s neck as…
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the big reveal.
I’m not going to lie. I love my new iPhone. I love taking pictures with it and then applying the instagram app to those photos and then suddenly seeming like a capable, artsy photographer. And I love how much time it has saved me with its ability to sync our family’s calendar and the well-timed reminders it intuitively knows to…
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little rewards
Our friend Bob is an artist. He’s a great additional grandpa. (The kids refer to him as Pop-Pop. That is, when they aren’t referring to him as the “maker of the finger paint you can eat”.) He’s a minister. He’s our friend. And he has written a children’s study of Lent and wanted us to give it a test run.…
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almost out the door
Perhaps my favorite phrase yelled at me by any human being that has ever existed. Berg. Dashing through the house. Decked out in full pirate attire. On his way to adventure and life. The great outdoors calling him. His hand is on the door knob. The entrance to What He Has Been Waiting All Morning For. He stops. Hesitates. Searches…
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at the table.
Sometimes I just love simple beauty the best. A wooden farm table. Big enough to fit our family of eight and some friends too. Scratches and fork marks particularly noticeable on the corner that has seated every Keigley kid plopped in the blue and white booster seat. A green bowl. Bought for me by my mother when I was back…
