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The Experience
Some Great Things About the Birthing Experience Uh . . . The dining staff did bring us a cake and a bottle of sparkling cider afterwards. (Of which I did not partake from either. I think the Look Up Lodge summer staffers may have, however. It’s okay, guys. I really didn’t want it anyway.) The remote control to myself ?…
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Little Buff Wearer
OH oTTo! On his arrival day at our house, Little Otto dressed in style – with his own new baby buff! Otto Fox Wilder McDonald Keigley slept like a champ his first night home – he crashed out in his sweet little Moses basket, all swaddled by the swaddling professional (aka as Daddy). First, thanks and thanks and more thanks…
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The Littlest of the Little Keigleys
Soooo, barring any unforeseen early arrival plans, the newest Keigley should be joining our fold on Friday, May 22. I don’t know what that means for this blog, but I’m pretty sure I know what that means for me. To my six followers (I am impressed that there are six of you actually – thanks!) – I will add a…
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Through Little Mister’s Eyes
Everything is an adventure to Bergen Hawkeye. Every piece of furniture provides a leaping off point. Every line painted on the pavement is a jumping challenge. Anything higher than his knee is an opportunity to test his swinging strength. Hopping out of the car is a contact sport. He doesn’t just look over the edge of a counter – he…
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Rule Breaking
Before I had children, I had a lot of good ideas concerning how to raise small people. Now that I have children, I guess I still have some okay ideas about what SHOULD be done, but my theories have not always aligned with my actions. We have broken a lot of our own self-imposed Child Rearing Rules. And it seems…
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This Bowl
Growing up, every spring for longer than I can possibly remember, my mother made strawberry jam. It was delicious. We never had Smuckers at our house, we only had homemade strawberry jam. I am not entirely domestic, but the strawberry jam tradition has been one I really wanted to continue. Now, every spring I find myself picking strawberries and making…
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Cannon ball!
Lately, when Bergen takes a dive onto our big red slacker sack in the living room, he shouts, “COTTON BALL!” (The image of the splash a cottonball would make into a pool of water never fails to amuse me.)
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This One
I just don’t know if you have seen enough of this kid lately. At dinner Mosely is frequently guilty of bringing her prized blanket to the table. Blankets are not allowed at the Keigley meal table. (Yes, that is a real rule at our house.) Kevin told her to store it somewhere special so she would not misplace it. With…
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Little Red Wagons
I like word pictures. I like analogies. (Kevin likes metaphors.) I think it’s all the same way of saying – we like words. Anyway. I just heard a good word picture on the radio this week that I am going to shamelessly steal and use as my own. (It was said by some former basketball star of the olden days.…
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What Should I Have Done?
So this is a weird thing. Riley and Kevin had a race to run together tonight. The kids and I joined them for moral support and good times. While waiting for them to finish the race we enjoyed the bouncy inflatables set up in the nearby field. As the kids hopped and jumped, I noticed a lady wearing running gear,…
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Whose Idea Was This?
Potty Training. It’s really a funnier topic than we think. Who thought up the idea of that little plastic miniature toilet-thing that is designed to sit in your bathroom to entice your child to defecate into it? At the beginning of our potty training experience we purchased one of those fabricated devices because it seemed as if that was the…
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What It All Comes Down To
Why do we say the things we say to children? No wonder they grow up a bit confused and have to find out so much for themselves in the long run anyway. The breakfast table topic this morning was birthdays – whose was next and what that child wanted to do. In our house, that discussion always leads to a…
