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playing along
Yesterday afternoon I stopped what I was planning to do (wash that two-days-soaking dirty pot in the sink) and allowed myself to be caught up in a game with my children. It was time for copywork and I overheard the game plan of the gaggle of small humans I am raising. (Is it really overhearing when you are in the…
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selfishness – another site.
I was looking at some random blogs the other day and I was overwhelmed at the cuteness out there in blog world. (Or whatever it’s called.) And then I started thinking about myself. And about how I like to think that I do not think about myself all the time when in fact apparently I do. I thought I had…
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Who needs a reason?
I don’t have a reason today to share these pictures. It’s just that . . . I was looking at the photos and this kid is so cute. And I just didn’t see the point in keeping this kind of adorable to myself. Why should I, really? This boy, this oTTo Fox Wilder McDonald, is My Favorite One Year Old…
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autumn. out there.
I might be making a terrible mistake. I might be doing homeschool really really badly. I am not sure. But it’s fall. Autumn. (If you like the fancy pants name of the season. And I’m all for any season that has two names. Just like any kid with two names. Or more. You know how I roll.) It’s beautiful outside.…
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(in) courage post
Out of the bazillion sites that exist online, I have found one that is a pretty neat little community of women. (Maybe men read over there – I don’t know.) But the focus is women. And community. And building up one another. It’s run by Dayspring and it’s called (in)courage. I like what I read over there. And here’s the…
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candy. corn. candy corn.
Fox’s life is at that age. You know the age. The age of firsts. Firsts that just pile up and up. First Christmas. All Disney-ed out and Mickey Moused. First sand eating experience. All gritty and crunchy. First birthday. All chocolate and cake-y. First self-discovery. All hilarious and revealing. And now he has a new first, thanks to Oma. First…
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A Five Year Old’s Movie Review: Legend of the Guardians
Boys’ Night is a Big Deal at our house. At Bergen’s continual request, he and Daddy went to see Legend of the Guardians not too long ago. In his own words, Berg is going to share about the movie with all the owls . . . Hit it, Siskel. Huh? Never mind. Tell me about the movie Berg. I do…
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The Art of Beethoven
Sometimes I get homeschool so wrong. And sometimes I get it a little better than that. But mostly I am in the middle of the mundane. And I get weighed down with the lists I fail to complete the schedules I forget to follow the mess and mire that swirls and settles on our house of a Monday. I can…
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Bosco 9
When we first met our dog Bosco she was squirming in the bottom of a white five-gallon bucket with about four other puppies just like her. She was covered in fleas and looked like a miserable mess. It was a snowy day and we had driven for more than an hour to find the house where Bosco was listed for…
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The One In Which I Let My Children Speak For Themselves
The weekend’s coming up. For our kids, that means full days spent with both Mommy and Daddy. And they say they like that. I bet your kids do too. I thought I’d spend this post finding out exactly what my kids think would make a perfect weekend together as a family. Here goes. Alright kids – How would you like…
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good morning.
I was wading through our laundry pile a few nights ago. It wasn’t as bad as it was this week – but it was no walk in the park either. As I folded kid clothes I tossed all of the kitchen laundry into one gigantic, lumpy pile. And then I carried that lumpy pile of wash cloths, cloth napkins, hand…
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the one in which I eat my own words. again.
Seriously. People do eventually overcome this habit, right? You do grow wiser with age – no? Or must I spend all of my life eating (and then eating again) the very words from my own mouth? Which ones, you ask? Upon which edible assembly of mouth vomit am I swallowing back down currently? These. I uttered this dish so recently…
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More Evidence
I keep telling you how funny I think my youngest daughter is. And, like everyone in the ten and under crowd, her humor can sometimes veer to the potty variety. (Which, I guess, implies that mine can too, since I am finding these comments humorous.) So. With that said. Here’s the latest. Walking around the house, making a funny face…
