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The Cereal Survey
Apparently, the Keigleys eat cereal in an odd manner. And by “apparently” I mean Emma says we do this. We’re kind of fastidious about the temperature of the milk. And by “we” I think I might mean Kevin. And by “fastidious” I mean that the milk must be at maximum possible coldness. As in, the pattern is always the same. Leave…
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The King’s Christmas List: A Book Review
After I finished reading and reviewing Dave Ramsey’s The Money Answer Book, I hopped on over to booksneeze and had them send me another little tome to ponder. This time it was a children’s book entitled The King’s Christmas List by Eldon Johnson. Even holding the book in my hand, I felt like it was going to be a hard…
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Backseat Conversations
A lot of amusing comments are tossed about in the backseats of our trusty Suburban. I can hardly drive for all the laughing. That’s not really true. It would probably be more accurate to say – I can hardly drive from all the crying. Anywho. (Why did I type that? I don’t even like it when people toss that nonsensical…
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The Anatomy of a Haircut or The Longest Post I Have Ever Written
When you have six children and five of them are with you all day and those same five with-you-all-day children are all under seven years of age simple tasks become large hurdles to overcome. Or avoid. Tasks such as stopping by the post office to mail a package or to buy stamps. (So if you ever receive a letter from…
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Son.
Is it just me, or do I keep stacking up experiences for which I must apologize to my sons? So far the primary victim has been Hawkeye. Apparently, the littlest man of our house is now current game as well. Earlier this week, there was much giggling from the kids’ bedrooms. (All such crimes seem to be accompanied by much…
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keep clicking. please.
I can’t deny it. I get pretty stoked when someone asks me to write about the things I normally write about on my blog on their blog. I like Nikkie. I like her writing. And what I like best about it is this . . . her honesty. Her vulnerability. Her clear desire to chase after God despite all the…
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perspective.
Cuddling with Bergen before bed is sweet. And fleeting. I know. In a recent cuddle-fest, I kissed his ear and whispered, “I love you son.” “I love you too, Momma,” my pint-sized reading machine replied. “Berg – do you know how much I love you?” “No, Momma. I don’t know how much.” And he probably doesn’t. He really can’t. Because…
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A Little Drive South
Sometimes when we visit friends for an overnight stay I feel as if the word invasion is more appropriate than visit. I mean – there are eight of us after all. Eight. Of. Us. Eight. That’s instant gratuity at restaurants. That’s no-way-we-can-all-ride-in-one-car-with-another-family-to-save-gas. That’s a party. (Whether a party was planned or not.) But we are somehow fortunate enough to have…
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more than.
We’ve been doing a little rearranging around the house recently. (And Kevin’s not even out of town!) And rearranging often prompts me to clean places I have not cleaned in years. Thus, I discovered a dusty copper bin. Brushed it off. (I’ll sweep later.) And dug around inside. The extra eagle for back up. (But we know Piper will refuse…
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the original
It seems as if in almost all cases the original is better than the imitation. Like popcorn. (The real kernels popped on your stove taste better than the microwave variety.) And hot chocolate. (The little paper packet mix has got nothing on heating up genuine milk combined with real cocoa powder.) And the original Chick-fil-A sandwich. (Don’t even get me started…
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The Leaf Song
A few days ago we were heading out on some routine errands. London hopped into the car with two pieces of rolled up construction paper in her hand. “Mom, do you ever like to write songs?” she asked me. “Sure,” I told her. “That’s fun to do. Do you make up songs too?” London admitted that she did and added,…
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big benefits
“So how many of these children are yours?” I hear that question almost every time I leave my home and venture forth into the world as we know it. Grocery shopping takes more than an hour. (A lot more than an hour.) In part because I have five young children with me. Also in part because I am sorting through…
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hawke: a running/ jumping/ reading miracle
My boy. My Hawkeye. He no longer has a mohawk. Which makes me sad. But when I last trimmed the hawk, the Hawke would not sit still under the hair trimmers and I managed to mangle the hawk past all recognition as a legitimate hairstyle. He’s just a mess of a little man. But I love him. So much. He…
