I'm not sure when it happened, but it was confirmed this past Christmas. We have moved past the toys on the wish list. My (not so) littles were hoping for things that supported their dreams--like dance and games and shoes. My little fella asked for a pair of Crocs (easy to slide on and off… Continue reading How to Get Lost (and a free book)
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Lessons in Trusting From an Eleven Year Old
Cooter was sick with his standard Sunday evening 12 hour stomach thing two weeks ago. I don't call it a proper bug, because there's never any rhyme or reason to it. He doesn't run fever or have any other symptoms. Just every so often--occasionally--he will have stomach trouble to the point of vomiting a few… Continue reading Lessons in Trusting From an Eleven Year Old
Growing Hope
These are confusing times we are living in. Things that are unprecedented going on all over while other things that are frighteningly precedented take place close to home and across the world. Some days, I just want to sit with my book and dog and read and escape with the sounds of the littles playing… Continue reading Growing Hope
Milk Messes and Morning WakeUp Calls
Something I've come to enjoy each day I owe to homeschooling. No, it's not the audiobooks that we've been listening to together lately. (Though they are quite wonderful--who knew that at my age I'd still love being "read" to?) And it's not that I don't have to go running out for posterboard or glitter or… Continue reading Milk Messes and Morning WakeUp Calls
“…..with every Christmas card I write…..”
On our way home this evening, the song "White Christmas" came on the radio. Aub and Cooter were in the car with me, as I was humming along without really thinking about the song. The song continued, and the lyrics played: "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas with every Christmas card I write May your… Continue reading “…..with every Christmas card I write…..”
Welcomed Home
This afternoon, as I was running short on time and ideas of what to start for our supper as we would be later coming in tonight, I was gifted by the pantry fairies and found beans and tomatoes enough for a pot of chili. The clean dishes fairy was looking after me too, and the… Continue reading Welcomed Home
Our Feathered Friends–A Field Trip Story
Today we took a field trip down to Go Fish for a class. Cooter and our Princess enjoy these classes, as do I. They do a really good job of combining learning and fun in the classroom there, and the facility itself with the amazing aquarium and fully stocked pond for fishing is one of… Continue reading Our Feathered Friends–A Field Trip Story
The New Thing Cooter Says
Cooter tickles me. He can also frustrate me to no end, but that's a story for another time. He can be such a little old man in his eight year old body. He is trying to figure out who he is and where he is headed in our world, our community, but mostly right here… Continue reading The New Thing Cooter Says
Fever
In the realm of life throwing curveballs, after three days of Cooter coughing and it not sounding any better, I took him to the doctor. I'm not very good at hearing where the congestion is, and I just wanted to make sure it wasn't worse than what I thought. Sure enough, it's not. A viral… Continue reading Fever
Hairy Feet and Cool Clothes
Cooter closed the last page of his book and sighed. "If my feet were hairy, I could have been a Hobbit." Oh my land, that boy. Only 8 years old and the things that come out of his mouth never fail to surprise me. And have me bursting out with laughter. He continued, "I have… Continue reading Hairy Feet and Cool Clothes
I Might Need A Nap 