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How To Win Friends & Influence People: Jr. Edition
We visited our favorite museum last week. Hands on! in Hendersonville. Thanks to my sweet dad our family can visit that wonderland any day we choose this year with our handy-dandy museum membership. (That sounded trite. It wasn’t. I seriously am so thankful for that gift and so thankful for the museum and I wish someone was paying me to…
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Date Night: From the Home Front
Last night was Date Night. No guns or alcohol this time. A rather low-budget evening. Carrabba’s for dinner. (Only because we had a gift card, thanks to Look Up’s annual Christmas party.) Mid-dinner, a text arrived from Riley, our evening’s official babysitter. It was a photo of Magnus, perched like royalty on an old chair in our sunroom. When we…
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a first time for, well, everything
I’ve made a lot of trips to the grocery store with many children. (And by a lot – I really mean a lot. As in, if you average just one trip to the grocery store per week since Riley moved in with us, that makes 520 visits.) It is not at all unusual to have five or six kids with…
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#1,278
And another reason that I love this kid . . . . Making the rounds after 10:00 p.m. last night, I spied a little extra light shining by the reading chair in our bedroom. And in that chair, curled up and cozy, sat my London Eli Scout reading Roald Dahl’s novel Fantastic Mr. Fox. No, I did not tell her…
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thank you.
Someone (okay, my cousin Sherry) gave me what I think might be the greatest compliment to my blog the other day. She wrote . . . “Your post always remind me of Steel Magnolias…this scene in particular…because I remember being in the theater and watching the funeral scene and crying and then all of a sudden this scene happens and…
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what free cannot be.
I knew free was going to be a good word for me this year. When it came to the toss up between free and thrive, I really did feel as if I was making the right choice. I just didn’t know how quickly into this new year the idea of free would come back to mock me. Through work and…
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An Early Birthday
Do you like surprises? I heart surprises. Really, I do. (Well, good surprises. I seriously love good surprises. I’m like a surprise junkie. I can never get enough.) And it seems like for birthdays I usually find myself giving people what I want – surprises! Kevin’s birthday is this weekend and I have a few family surprises up my sleeve…
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an odd assortment
I’m still sick. I think it has been six days of feeling Far Less Than Normal. Kevin had strep throat. London had strep throat. The bottles of amoxicillin in the fridge have outnumbered the jugs of milk. A cacophony of coughing greets my every morning and accompanies me throughout every day. Sentences are hard to complete and some prerecorded episodes…
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Art. Found.
At the School of Keigley we probably place a heavier-than-some-might-consider-necessary emphasis on art. We like to smear our many small hands across canvas and hang it on our walls. We like to listen to music and draw what we think we hear. It’s how I want our homeschool to look. It’s what I want it to be about. This week…
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Just Talking.
Piper Finn: Mom, I don’t want to grow up. Me: Why not? Piper Finn: Just because. I don’t want to. Me: Okay. Stay little as long as you would like. Piper Finn: Mom, I do want to grow up. Me: Oh. Well that was fast. I hope your other life resolutions last longer. Blank stare. Piper Finn: Mom, can you…
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One Word.
I always find it sort of funny to write “I have a friend” when I have not met the person in real life. (Even though I do have friends whom I have never met in the flesh. Yet.) But I have met this person in real life. At Story. (Even if the meeting was short and I was afraid that…
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Ringin’ It In.
I write a lot of posts about little kids. Our little kids. Because we have a lot of them. A lot of little kids. But we have a teenager too. And I’ve already shared about why posts featuring her name are less frequent than others. But we try to embrace these years of fashion and funk, tears and drama, breaking…
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it’s funny because it’s true.
The following conversation occurred during last night’s bedtime routine. Location: London and Mosely’s bedroom. Kevin: Good night, girls. London: Good night Daddy. I hope you feel better. [Kevin has strep throat. He feels not well. Very not well.] Kevin: [Overwhelmed with love for her consideration] Thank you London. I feel so blessed that you are my girls and how you…
