One of the gifts that these strange times have given us is longer walks in the mornings. When we were first asked to stay home during the beginning of this pandemic, Miss Sophie, whose routine was thrown way off because *we*never*left*, convinced me to take her on longer walks in the mornings. Or maybe it… Continue reading Toting Twigs and Wayward Worms
Tag: Cooter
How to Get Lost (and a free book)
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)
The Sign on the Path Oft Taken
First, this is not a political post or commentary. That would be breaking one of my Daddy's major rules for life--do not talk about politics in general company. If you know me at all, you know I try not to ever disappoint my Daddy--or my Mama for that matter--even still. I try to give them… Continue reading The Sign on the Path Oft Taken
Football and Other Team Sports
The past few weekends have found me watching a whole lot of football. Some exciting things were happening for teams down here in our parts. My little guy is a huge football fan, and I enjoy seeing his joy, so I've picked up watching and rooting for teams again. It brings back happy memories of… Continue reading Football and Other Team Sports
A Backstage Kind of Grace
Our little guy, Cooter, who isn't so little anymore as he is now exactly two months shy of turning eleven, performed in his acting troupe's version of "Trolls" this past weekend. The role of Branch suited him well, as he griped and stomped and put on his unhappy face throughout rehearsals over the past few… Continue reading A Backstage Kind of Grace
Umbrella and Steagles and 2017
Hard to believe since today has been cold as all get out, but a couple of months ago the littles had a swim meet. It was one of those Georgia days that started out pleasant--the temperature just right--but rapidly moved into the "I'm sweating an ocean right where I'm sitting" situation. The Fella was helping… Continue reading Umbrella and Steagles and 2017
Be the Kicker
Sunday morning Cooter came into our room, bouncing on the bed. It being a day of rest, the Fella and I were trying to stretch it out as long as possible. Cooter is a morning person, me--not as much. He was excited about the upcoming Falcons game, and he and his partner in all things… Continue reading Be the Kicker
Cooter, Clemson, and Middle C
Earlier this month we enjoyed the Georgia National Fair and all of its splendor. Rides, exhibits, music, food, friends, fun--every bit of it. During one of our visits (yep, we went more than once this year--ALL the fun, y'all), we were wandering through the commercial exhibit hall. Cooter stopped to look at the piano in… Continue reading Cooter, Clemson, and Middle C
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
A Few Minutes in the Dark
Yesterday morning I woke up to the sound of my cell phone vibrating repetitively against my bedside table. I barely had the time to pick it up and read that there was a tornado warning issued before the tornado siren a few miles away started going off. It was startling to wake up that way,… Continue reading A Few Minutes in the Dark
I Might Need A Nap 