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Hello Reality
5 days away from home. No meals to cook. No school to teach. I won’t lie – that was pretty great. But we knew it was a fairy tale. Not real. As we boarded our last flight to home, Kevin and I joked about crossing over from fantasy to reality. I knew it was coming. I just didn’t expect it to…
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There And Back Again: Or The Post In Which I Ramble On and Include Far Too Many Links
Last week me and this guy got on a jet plane. And flew to Chicago. By ourselves. (And like 150 other passengers, but I think you knew what I meant.) We were almost late for the flight because two of the three long term parking lots at the Charlotte airport were closed. But we raced into the terminal, shucked off…
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Knock Knock
Guess who was just introduced to the knock knock joke? Little Willow. Here’s her first attempt. (All delivered with a flourish of her hands and an odd eye rolling type movement.) Piper: Knock. Knock. Anyone Responding: Who’s there? Piper: Pizza. Anyone Responding: Pizza who? Piper: Your wish has been granted.
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“Did you learn anything at school today?” someone recently asked my second grader. The second grader who is my student. The second grader that I taught that very day. The second grader that I hope learned something from my teaching. “No,” Scout replied. Inside, I cringed a little. (Or maybe a lot.) This isn’t the first time this has happened.…
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Run, Riley. Run!
That’s what the posters the kids made for Riley’s first cross country meet said. They were written in green crayon and ended with loads of exclamation points. Attending a cross country meet was a little different than attending other sporting events. There were no bleachers. The kids played in dust instead. (You would have thought we were back on the…
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Things You Might Not Know: A List
You might not know this but . . . I like trimming the fingernails of little babies and kids. Even if those nails are not attached to my own children’s hands. I do not have the ability to whistle. I do not care for giving baths to infants. (Their slipperiness freaks me out.) I could happily live without a television.…
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the results are in
It’s official. Three out of four Keigley kids prefer Skippy brand peanut butter over Jif. Take that, choosy moms.
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truth
Truth. Something I am learning about truth is this. Truth is still truth even if the spokesperson of that truth has sometimes neither lived nor believed that truth. Because truth doesn’t require my consent. Truth doesn’t wait for me to act upon it to become truth. You know how I am learning this? By my husband and I being in…
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Half Way. But Not Quite.
It has been happening all month. Ever since I learned about charity:water. Ever since I wrote about charity:water. Ever since we told our kids about charity:water. Ever since we showed the kids a video from charity:water. I am constantly noticing water. How much I drink every day. (Like way more than my eight glasses.) (And it’s always cold.) (And ice…
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Looth Tooth
Mosely’s been letting her front tooth dangle next to her bottom lip for about six weeks now. We’ve put numbing gel on it and tried to yank it out. (With her permission, of course.) But it stayed stuck. We’ve watched it float across her tongue and poke out in weird directions, but it never fell out. She’s eaten crispy apples…
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What We Have Been Up To
Papaw and Grandma traveled all the way down from Ohio to hang out with our rowdy band for a few days. And we have made the most of the opportunity to explore and have adventures together. The kids introduced Grandma to Chick-fil-A and dining with the loudest table mates in history. (Can you imagine never tasting the classic Chick-fil-A sandwich?…
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Sometimes Being A Parent Makes You Say Bizarre Things
Kevin said the silliest thing the other day. He was sitting at his desk (read: an old kitchen table set up in our bedroom) and looking through the doorway at Piper Finn and London. He sighed. And that’s when Crazy exited his mouth. “Man, Lacey. We need to have some more kids.” I am sure I gasped. Dropped something. And…
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Dave Ramsey’s The Money Answer Book: A Book Review
(Above you will see the progression of my attitude toward the book I am holding and am currently reviewing now. It’s okay if you laugh. In fact, please do.) Let me tell you what I know about Dave Ramsey. His face is plastered on a huge billboard I drive by at least weekly. He’s grinning on the sign but I…
