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The Mirage
I had to laugh a little when a friend of mine recently told me that she thought I was so organized and that I looked as if I had it all together. Maybe it looks that way from a distance. (A very far distance.) But if it ever does look like that, it would only be a mirage. Let me…
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Yeah. Just Like That.
Guess what family is unanimous in their recent discovery of their intense dislike for goat cheese? This family! (Was that really a hard guess for anyone?) Yes. It’s true. Our apologies to all goat-cheese-lovers reading right now. We discovered this over a recent dinner. I made a beautiful salad. And yes, I can describe this salad as beautiful. Because it…
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Now What?
So, if love is a verb, how do you wrap that and stick it in your stocking? As the majority of our children are just beginning to enter the age of desiring to give Christmas gifts as well as get, we have been presented with a new dilemma. Last year we took all of the younger set to the infamous…
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Love Is A Verb
I heard it first said at Look Up Lodge actually. (Maybe twelve years ago.) Love is an action. Love is a verb. There is always a lot of talk about love. And how we humans can best express it, one to another. Particularly at this time of year. But even the coolest, most amazing gift, (even a Mac) cannot express…
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London’s First Lost Tooth
Milestones. One after the other. I guess that’s to be expected in a house with eight people. Living lives that never stay still. Our most recent milestone — a loose tooth. London’s. It’s been wiggling down there at the bottom of her mouth for days. Maybe even weeks. (Just another way she is my daughter, a little me. I would…
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Pray Like Piper
I pray. Really. I do. I mean, you already know that I pray at least once a day – right? But recently I realized that my two year old daughter had something new to teach me about prayer. How do I approach prayer? With joy? With enthusiasm? As if it is, in fact, a privilege or the exact highlight of…
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First Annual
It finally happened. The much-anticipated First Annual Pickle Juice Drinking Event. Yes. Pickle juice drinking. For some crazy reason the Keigley children discovered that they enjoy the taste of consuming copious amounts of pickle brine. Apparently, it’s genetic. Because so does their Aunt Betty Ann. Once this information was leaked to our children the idea began forming immediately. Drink pickle…
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Long, Strange Trip
Destination: London, Ohio. The birthplace of one Kevin J. Keigley Detours: Three. One – To wrap up former business details. Two – To surprise a wonderful friend. Three – To avoid a rock slide on the interstate. Number of Donatos Pizzas Ordered During Our Three Days in Ohio: 4 Hours Spent in a Packed Suburban With Six Children: About 30…
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A Dog’s Life
We think we have it bad with Magnus. I imagine Kipling thinks she has it bad with us!
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Wilde Fox
This little guy spits up . . . . a lot! (His laundry pile is higher than all other young Keigleys combined.) But, Kevinit – he’s cute!
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The Annual Tossing of the Bear
It might be fake – but it’s our Christmas tree this year. I really prefer a real tree. The process of choosing one, chopping it down (that’s how we rolled, back on the farm), dragging it across the field, discovering it was too tall for the house, cramming it into the never-quite-the-right-size base, receiving enough scratches while decorating to require…
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What Do We Do?
(It’s another one of those this-picture-has-nothing-to-do-with-this-post-other-than-the-fact-that-this-is-my-blog-and-this-is-my-cute-kid. Apologies to all.) I just heard this line in a song . . . “If you feel it, it must be real.” That turns my stomach. This idea is absolutely pervasive. It has invaded everything. Our music. Our movies. Our commercials. Our attitudes. Our expectations. Our brains. Our hearts. Our actions. And I hate…
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