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Not Allowed
Maybe I have been a little too busy moving furniture around lately. London secretly made this sign all by herself and then displayed it prominently on the fridge. Translation: No Moving Furniture
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Little Bites
Piper Finnian is notorious for a lot of reasons around these parts. Standing anywhere she can gather a crowd and announcing, “Everybody! Dance!” Agreeing with all who may perchance comment about her cuteness. “I cooot!” Wrapping grown men around her finger by announcing how much she loves them. Men such as Kevin Keigley, Nathan Heffington, Walter Howard, Jody Deming, Jamal…
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Operation Potty Traing: A Family Affair
I don’t enjoy potty training. It’s one of my least favorite parenting tasks. I don’t enjoy changing diapers either really, but somehow, for me, potty training is worse than a gross, but speedy and predictable diaper change. So Piper is two and has been talking about the potty for some time. Lately, she’s even begun to request a new diaper…
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five finds friday (silly and sweet)
thoughts. on this fragile world.
holiday links.
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What Is She Wearing?
My friend Mandy and I were on our way to our weekly Bible study. The kids were all buckled into their seats, quietly enjoying our little ride. “Mommy. I think Piper just threw up,” Bergen said. “No, I don’t think so Berg.” “Yeah. I think she did,” he said. “I throw up,” Piper announced. Mandy turned around to verify the…
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School Days
You know what I love? Borrowing ideas from people far more clever than I. I saw a picture of my friend Kate’s children playing with spaghetti noodles at a table. I took her idea. And did it at my own table. With my own kids. At first, they couldn’t get over the novelty of the fact that Mommy had just…
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parenting: the slipping away
connections. relationships. education.
the winter feels
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Just Because
It’s not Father’s Day. And it isn’t Kevin’s birthday. But I feel like writing about him anyway. In our house, the man is a Super Star. He really is. With all the trappings of celebrity . . . . Not much private time (his biggest fans are continually interrupting him in the restroom – even if the door IS shut…
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A Little Stir Crazy
Kevin was in Israel for a lot of days. And some of those days felt much longer than others. And those many days were also followed by many nights. I might have gotten a little stir crazy while he was gone. I might have rearranged the living room furniture in at least twelve various configurations, none of which seemed to…
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Important Things
Riley was at school. The Little Willow was taking a nap. Wilder was kicking his feet in his crib. (It’s how he likes to pass the time.) And London, Mosely and Bergen were on a mission. A mission to help. They were scurrying around the house, looking for Things To Do. They offered to tidy the living room. I let…
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Words
You know how some things people say stick with your forever? For better or for worse? Words really are powerful. My 7th grade teacher once called me a “snot”. She probably does not even remember. But I can’t forget it. The truth is, I probably was being a snot. And she probably was having a rotten day with one too…
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Oh, Mo
I just heard Mosely admonish Bergen. “I don’t understand Whine-ese,” she said. Huh. That’s pretty interesting Mosely. I thought you were pretty fluent in that language yourself.
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It Doesn’t Compare
Oh. Oh. Oh. I think I am just nowbeginning to understandsomethingwith new eyes. About sin.About forgiveness.About comparing.About me. I am alwayscomparingmy sin to his sin.My sin to your sin. Andwhen I compareI begin to thinkthatIamokay. Butwe cannot place our sinson some sin scaleand measure them along those lines. Other people’s sinsarethe wrong reference point. The wrong point entirely. It’s not…
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Bergen Hawkeye – The Interview
The following is an interview with a little boy. A little boy who lives life so wide open and so exuberantly. A little boy missing two front teeth from two separate traumatic events. A boy with a scar on his right cheek from running into Jane’s truck. And another scar on his chest from a nail on a dock last…
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Our Little Wilde Fox
Look who is beginning to eat cereal! Can you believe that there was actually a moment in every one of our lives where we could swallow liquid only and then one day, at some precise minute in our past, a spoon was shoved into our tiny mouth and we experienced a great unknown. And then that first-time experience quickly morphed…
