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happiness. wisdom.
At the end of this school year it seems that London’s reading skills have finally taken off. She reads everything. All the time. Beckett wore a shirt that had an arrow and said “He did it”. London cracked up and whispered to me, “Mom, I think Beck’s shirt is perfect because it says he did it. And he probably did.” There was a sign hanging in Sally’s laundry nook. “Hey Mommy,” London announced. “I think this sign might be wrong. It says ‘farm’ then ‘dairy’ but it probably should read ‘dairy farm’.” And forget spelling any secrets out loud any longer. “What? It’s bed time?” Or “Hey everybody –…
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before my very eyes.
I think I am watching my little Scout get older with every silly band she adds to the collection on her wrist.
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Family Night
Wednesday evenings at our house have been officially retitled. It’s a catchy one. Wait for it. Family Night. Yeah, even I think I could do better than that for a name. (I’m working on it, alright? One can only be creative on so many levels similtaneously.) For us, Family Night just means a night where we let the kids choose an activity that we can all do together. Usually – they pick the meal as well. (We’ve eaten one dinner consisting of macaroni and cheese as the main dish and mashed potatoes as the side. Which I found perfectly acceptable.) Recent Family Nights have involved Wii games, movies and Outburst…
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The Dentist
Last week we experienced what I will call A Terrible Dental Experience. And all because of my former arch nemesis – fear. But this time it wasn’t my fear. It was London’s fear. (Is the same principle about sins of the father passed to the son true for sins of the mother passed to the daughter?) Because this kid looks like me. (I wish I could locate photographic evidence. You would be convinced. I’ll start looking. I promise.) And, in this area at least, this kid acts like me. Although I feel sorry that she looks like me – teenage years were not kind to my sense of self in…
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Little Lions
After some substantial debate as to how spend last Saturday, our family ended up attending a festival held at our daughter’s school. It was nice. We ate BBQ, listened to story telling, looked at a few crafts, petted a goat or three and bounced in inflatable squares of craziness. But one thing we did not do while at the festival was let the kids get their faces painted. There was no reason really. It just didn’t happen. The line was too long or we were too hungry or whatever. I don’t know. But when we got home the kids could not stop talking about how all they really wanted was…
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Sometimes It Looks Like This
Homeschool looks different in every house. (At least, I assume it does. I have not personally been at every homeschool house – right?) Some days it looks pretty normal. And I like that. And there are other days. Days when I like homeschool less because of what my children are learning and more because of how they are learning. And with whom. And, like life, some days get a little rowdy. A little out of control. But I kind of like that too. And finally, there are some moments in some days that just make me laugh.
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Joining Us Already In Progress
Wilder has a new skill. It’s called Balance Standing. (Or something like that.) He pulls to a standing position with the aid of any nearby object – ottoman, stool, leg, whatever. And then he expertly releases his hands from their gripping position. And balances. (Did I mention that he isn’t even officially nine months old yet?) In other Keigley news . . . London has a second loose tooth – center bottom, directly beside the previous loose tooth. Tonight she was playing her current favorite game – “doggies”. (It’s not my current favorite game because of the increased number of holes in the kness of her pants.) At any rate.…
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She’s So Lucky
This happened this afternoon. I don’t have to make this stuff up. (I just have to remember to write it down.) The day was beautiful. Dry. Sunny. Moderate temperature. London, Mosely and Berg were playing outside. I heard crying at the door and went to investigate. The Crying One was London. When I asked her why she was crying, this is what she said . . . “It’s just that Mosely already caught one moth and now she found a worm. And she’s just sooo lucky today and she won’t share any of them!”
Keep Reading . . .
that musical everyone loves.
When Buying Local Is So Cute
one of those . . . weeks
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Unexpected
Kevin had taken Riley, Bergen, Mosely and Piper with him to the store. Fox was asleep. London and I were suddenly alone in our own home. Just the two of us. Unexpected. It was so quiet. And peaceful. And what I really wanted to do was to steal the time. Steal the time for me. I wanted to finish The Red Pony or write down a few ideas. The bedroom was messy. I could take care of that. Call a friend with no interruptions. (Endless possibilities.) London asked me, “Can we play a game?” I looked at that little blond mini-me (sighed mentally inside my head) and reluctantly said, “yes”.…
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London Elizabeth Scout Keigley: The Interview
Based on the popularity of my last interview with a young man about town named Bergen Hawkeye, I thought I might ride the coattails of that success and present another interview. This interview was a bit easier to attain, as this child is less inclined to bolt midway through a sentence. This small one is a thinker, a philosopher, a leader of her many young siblings and just a darn cute little gal. She is prone to unusual proclamations such as the one that was pronounced during last evening’s bath time. She had a rather large scab on her ankle from a fall across asphalt. As she was bathing and…
Keep Reading . . .
mid-week rambling.
Five Finds Friday.
today. (teens are wonderful wonderful too – PSA)
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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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Six
Dear London, You make me laugh. Your thinking face is adorable. Your trying-a-new-food face is so serious and thoughtful. Your accents are spot on. (You are your daddy’s daughter, after all.) You are such a good big sister. I love how you help your brother when he is hurt. And I like how you offer your favorite toys to Mosely when she cries. You entertain Piper and make her laugh. You love to pick out onesies for Otto and you always want to cuddle with “his face”, as you say. You are obsessed with food. Every night at bedtime the questions are always the same. “What are we eating for…
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These Two . . .
These two little girls can . . . – Make peanut butter toast – Pick out cute clothes for Piper and Otto Fox – Help Bergen put on his favorite footie camouflage pajamas – Change Piper Finn’s diaper (not requested by Mommy mind you, just took their own initiative one day) – Spread cream cheese on a bagel – Take a shower like a grown up – Answer the telephone politely – Read a book to Piper – Load the washing machine – Clean up their own bedrooms – Secretly prepare breakfast in bed for their parents – Fold towels – Unload the dishwasher Truly, these little girls are such…
