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the christmas chain
Every family has something like this – don’t they? You know . . . some count-down-the-days-until-Christmas-arrives sort of system. I’ve seen exquisitely decorated ones, numbered do-dads with a series of intricate doors and surprises, and even a chocolate for every day of December one. They all look good to me. But I’m pretty sure the appearance is not the point.…
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I’d Really Like To Know
There are a few questions to which I would love to hear the answers. Why are we constantly out of toilet paper at this house? Is the tooth fairy’s going rate for lost teeth really $3 these days? Why is our trash can perpetually overflowing? Can we really not find one winter jacket to fit Mosely in our entire home?…
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sighing. in words.
Completing errands this afternoon, I drove by tidy homes with twinkling lights and coordinating bows. Swept front steps and well-groomed lawns. Cars parked in order from small to large and color coordinated with the shutters. And I thought of our own sloppy yard. Two broken logs on our fence. The shanty town the kids are constructing in our front field…
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Hello Holidays.
This weekend we finally opened our doors to the season surrounding us. (We’re a little slow like that sometimes.) We dug out the fake tree. Again. This year the result of our Fake Tree vs. Real Tree debate has nothing to do with travel plans. Instead, it has lots more to do with the logic presented by a…
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Drum roll please . . .
So many monumental events happening on this blog this week. The first ever give away. And the first ever video. (And the first Saturday post in a really long time.) Pretty exciting stuff. Seriously, this give away was so much fun, I feel sure I will be doing it again. Maybe I’ll do another give away to celebrate my first…
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not from envy.
Apparently we’ve been seeing a bit of green around our house lately. But not from envy. Nope. That would be easier to wash out I think. The funny truth is – I was probably not even fifteen feet away from The Incident As It Occurred. (What does that say about me?) Awww. Shucks. I guess it says that I have…
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Shameless Plug – It’s My First One. But You Get Something Great Out Of This Too.
I have this framily. You’ve read about them – right? And they all have many talents. But in this post I just want to point you in one particular direction. Sarah’s new Etsy site – That’s Sew U. It’s adorable. (Just like her son Rowan. That’s him up there wearing his sweet little hat and sharing his wide little grin.)…
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Date Night
Our lunch table. Any day of the week. Normal. Wilder crying about something. Anything. Conversation about Legos and puppies being tossed back and forth and requests for more milk and another sandwich and do I have to eat all of this banana? Kevin trying to finish a story about his morning at work. Me ignoring milk pooling up around my…
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One Thing Leads To Another
Once upon a time there was a little girl. Let’s call her . . . . Mosely Elliot. Mosely Elliot had a loose tooth. That loose tooth came out. (During church. With the help of her older probably-should-have-known-better-than-to-mess-with-a-loose-tooth-in-church sister.) The next day Mosely wants to instantly spin the cash load of two dollars that some fairy traded for her tiny…
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shema (sh əˈmä)
A while ago we had our children memorize the shema. We say it together as a family before dinner each evening. With our pinkies upraised. Which serves as a handy visual reminder of the strength God has even in His smallest finger. (Exodus 8:19) (And also – it’s just pretty cute to see Willow’s little pinkie upright and Otto’s two-inch…
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One. Person named Lacey who had not planned on cooking a turkey on Thanksgiving day. Five. Pounds of potatoes that the Keigley family consumed at dinner. Two. Times that Riley defeated me in a roaring game of Careers. Six. Servings of cranberry sauce Bergen devoured. One. Time that I convinced the entire family to play Chicken Foot with dominoes. Fourteen.…
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Thanks Giving.
I am thankful. For these people. Who fill up my heart. And crowd me out of my own bed. Who make my life happy. And make my life loud. Who add purpose to my life. Direction to my days. Who cry and laugh in equal measures. And make me do the same. I hope you are spending your day being…
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Piper at Play
In this house, I have found that there are many situations in which it is simply best to not ask any questions. The big kids were outside. Fox was taking a nap. I was sitting at the desk, tip-tap-typing away. Piper was playing by herself in the sunroom. I overheard her tiny voice saying lots of “honey” and “sweetie”. “What…
