HomeLife
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. - Annie Dillard
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In Search Of . . . Schedule
At our house, in this homeschool, living this life . . . it seems I am always in search of more routine. Some structure. A few seldom-changing, set-almost-in-stone daily-weekly-hourly occurrences. In a word – consistency. I thought I had that down pretty well back when I had just three kids. Riley was being homeschooled. London and Mosely were toddlers. And I was at my planning prime. (I didn’t know it then, however.) Our days were organized. The girls were in a predetermined routine. Riley was a diligent student. Mosely and London had blanket time and crib time and play-alone time. I even had a handy, ultra-organized, color-coded chart hanging…
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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!”
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“Look” vs. “Are”
Has anyone ever said to you, “You look pretty today.”? How about “You are pretty.”? Did you notice a difference there? You are pretty. You look pretty. It may just be one verb, but I think its meaning is pretty significant. (Or maybe I just over analyze everything.) Probably. This is what I hear. (And I have been accused of reading too much into things on an occasion or two. Or sixteen hundred.) “You are pretty.” I think the are implies a state of being. A state of permanence. You ARE pretty. It is part of you. You are. You cannot help it. You had little to do with it…
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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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The Reasons
Reasons We Love Our New iMac (not listed in order of importance) There are no wires. No wires. No wire from the keyboard to the screen. No wires. No wire from the mouse to the computer. No wires. Do you know what I think? I think wires are ugly. And I think no wires is pretty. There is no tower. No tower. No dust-collecting, unattractive, buzzing tower. It can sit in our living room. Because there are no wires and there is no tower, the iMac can sit in our living room on a small table. This means our family computer is no longer in a slightly hidden location.…
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It’s True
Does this photo let you know how we spent some of our tax return this year?
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I Guess That Makes Sense
It’s winter – right? And we live pretty far from the coast. So why was our yard full of sea shells this week? I can only think of one answer. Magnus.
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the post about bees
Bees are divine. I mean – lots of things are. Right? gravity. love. music. banana pudding. molecules. But I’m talking about bees. (I told you I would eventually talk about this.) For Kevin’s recent-ish birthday I gave him The Gift That Keeps On Giving. Twenty-thousand bees. (Give or take a few hundred.) He’s talked about wanting to raise bees for years. Well, actually, he’s talked about wanting to walk amongst swarms of bees without any protection and take the stings like a man. Like a foolish man. Like a foolish, unprotected man. Like a foolish, unprotected man placing himself directly in harm’s way. So I did what any loving wife…
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You Made It!
Hooray! Now if you will only stick around. Really – it’s the same. Only with a new name. Because I think it just fits me better. And my sweet, far more technologically advanced husband, helped me claim it for my own. And a very cool new banner – thank you Emma! (Internet cafe time was not in vain.) And maybe a new gadget or two. Like twitter. I know. I know. Just some of the bazillions of my own words that I have been forced to eat in my life. (My sincere apologies Tyler for giving you such a difficult time. Now will you follow me?) So. Yeah. This is it.…
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Next Up
And then it was my turn. To be sick, that is. I will spare you the gory details. But let me just throw a few adjectives your way. Early. Violent. Aggressive. Wretched. Debilitating.
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One Snowy Day
A snow day in South Carolina. From my experience thus far, that’s a pretty rare treat. And something worth celebrating. It started as a small group – our family and Chris. A little rolling in the snow. A little throwing of balls crafted from snow. A little sad snowman building. A little trekking through the snowy woods. A little grilled cheese and soup eating. And then Walter sent a text warning us that a group of adventurers would be arriving shortly. And nearly immediately we looked out the window and saw a gang of pals approaching via foot on the driveway. Our small group quickly leaped into a gathering. A…
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Some Days
I was thinking about not writing today. Because some days are simply a lot less fun to write about than others. And today wasn’t all that fun, really. Our littlest dog, Kipling Sunshine, passed away today. She was eleven years old and was nearly blind and losing her hearing too. But even events that are expected can still be sad. We had Kip, along with her dog co-conspirators Sadie and Bosco, before we had children. And so we did what lots of children-less adults do . . . we treated our dogs as four-legged people. (Can you believe that?) But it’s true. (Today we even discovered the photos that proved…
