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Five Finds Friday (a t-shirt and a muffin and a quote)
I’ll give it a go this week. Although I have enjoyed watching soccer and I know London has enjoyed playing it too, I am looking forward to not attending a practice two nights a week during dinner time. I’m in literal shock that it is October and I am in some sort of consistent anger that the weather is…
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where we’ve been . . .
It’s a good thing my computer saves my password to sign into this blog. I almost forgot it myself. It’s been a busy couple a days y’all. Here’s what I’ve been doing since last I wrote a post: Of course teaching school. (High school science say what? I don’t even think the letters strung together make actual words on…
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evening shake down
It’s probably the changing of the seasons. Or being without a car. Because even when you don’t want to go anywhere, you still like the freedom of the knowledge that you can go somewhere. And it could just be me. It’s probably just me. There’s nothing technically wrong but I sort of am standing here disgusted with all the…
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As Seen Through the Door Frame: A Monday Night Poem
My desk is wherever I am. Tonight it’s the extra leaf at the end of the dining room table. I’ve spread my supplies wide, stacked in an order that follows my brain and makes Lacey Logic. I hear laughing. My Piper and her friend Hanna. They’ve asked to bake chocolate chip cookies together. Before they began, they…
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The Stories My Life Hands Me
I don’t even have to try to generate story ideas. Life just keeps handing them to me. May I present to you – A Portrait of a Sunday. Or How We Surprised Uncle Danny and Got a Little Surprise Ourselves. On Sundays in our home we sleep in. We make a big brunch together. We attend our church’s evening services.…
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Five Finds Friday: brown sugar tea and Otto are both sweet
I worked a little extra hard this week to balance the work/life/home routine and said no to a few things so that we could say yes to slower afternoons and being home together during that time since our nights are currently in a season of being busy with soccer and such. I think it paid off, but goodness –…
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it’s easy to love homeschool on a day like this.
One of the more challenging aspects of homeschooling five students at once in five different grades is that their needs and desires and skill sets, both educationally and otherwise, are so varied. When they were all younger, this seemed less dramatic. There seemed to be less of a division. Now London, in high school, can be rather tethered to…
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switching words; seeing light
Sinking ship. Wheels falling off the cart. These are the words I have used to describe my life. My heart. My story. Sometimes they are the words I feel are true. Sometimes they are the words I assume other people feel are true when they look at me. They’re definitely the words I have felt have been chosen for…
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redefining.
Life is weird. I left my phone at the house when we headed out this evening. The kids and I were gone for maybe four or five hours. The internet didn’t go anywhere and I didn’t miss anything and the 12 texts that were waiting for me were taken care of in all of three minutes when I returned.…
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Five Finds Friday (a video, a broken dryer, and – of course – an earring)
It’s really only been one week since I last typed one of these? You’ve got to be kidding. funny These guys are still funny. fashionable Have I mentioned these before? It’s totally possible. I love these ear cuffs from Noonday. My ear is pierced twice in only one ear. (Once upon…
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Dr. Bonyfide, Science Books: A Timberdoodle Review
This was the year that I knew our science would take a giant shift in the Wildwood Halls of Ivy. London started high school which means the rules all change and there is a particular order and type of science that she has to cover. She’s taking Biology this year but I didn’t want to have all of the…
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slice. of. life.
Not all days go according to plan. In fact, very few days actually do. Today we rose on time and started school in an orderly fashion. Mosely baked us fresh and warm chocolate chip muffins (which she hopes to begin selling soon, matter of fact). There was a history lesson about Roger Williams and narrations about Benjamin Franklin, a…
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from there to here
Growing up one of my primary chores was to mow the grass. This chore was far more pleasant than bottle feeding the baby calves or cooking dinner for picky brothers. We had a riding lawn mower and I could spend my time looking like I was hard at work so no one would talk to me or bother me,…
