HomeLife
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. - Annie Dillard
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Now, THAT Was A Good Time
Friendship is a sheltering tree. -Samuel Coleridge There are just some people that you love to be around – aren’t there? People who make you laugh. Who make you feel good about being exactly who you are. Encouragers. People who are not naively optimistic but yet exude warmth and cheerfulness and hopefulness. I have a friend like that. And this past week she and her two adorable boys came to our house to hang out for a few days. We did a lot of silly little things (pretended our kitchen was an internet cafe and played on our laptops simultaneously). We seemed to eat a lot of food (like creating…
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A New Standard
Growing up, my family lived down a mile long dirt driveway. We had a horde of dogs. (One with only three legs. Oh – but that’s another story.) The dogs let us know, loudly and with gusto, when a car was approaching the olde homestead. When we saw the vehicle pull in by the mailbox we had at least five minutes, maybe ten if it was Fred Iraggi driving his shiny red sports car. In those fleeting moments, a lot of action occurred behind closed doors. Mom ran around and scooped up mostly invisible dirt, we kids shut doors and followed commands and my dad made sure he was wearing…
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I’m Sorry
After a kid infraction of most any variety, we require an apology from the offender. (A real apology. Not a mumbled-under-your-breath-just-because-Mommy-made-me-do-this sort of apology.) Someone is always apologizing for something at our house. Recently, after one such incident, followed by a mostly sincerely apology, the offended party refused to be consoled. “‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t change anything!” the still wounded child shouted. But I think maybe she was wrong. I think it changes a lot. When one of my darling offspring spills a drink for the seventeenth time that morning and actually speaks the words, “I’m sorry Mommy for spilling that drink. May I help you clean it up?” something is…
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In the Heart of the Country
We may not live on a farm any longer, but we sure can play as if we do. Kevin recently crafted a clever and warm winter abode for our three dogs. He made it out of hay and it serves its purpose of dog shelter while being amazingly eco-friendly. (What a guy!) And the kids think it’s real cool too. The play of every day since the dog home’s construction has been hay-related. Stick hay in the empty trash can. Rain hay upon one another’s heads. Roll hay into eleventy billion piles. Load hay into the red wagon and pull it all over the yard. Fill the trash can with…
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So Every Day
Life is so . . . full. Full of the type of moments that make this blog. Full of the moments when I reach for the camera to capture that funny face. Full of the times when I say to one of my children, “Say that again for Daddy” and record their quirky words on my fun phone and send it right over to Kevin. Full of the moments when I text my friends about something hilarious the kids have done or some criminal act the dog has committed. And life is also so full of the stinky moments. And the even worse than stinky times. The moments that sometimes…
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They’re Here
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If
Sometimes I wish I was crazy rich. I mean crazy rich. As in, way too much money to know what to do with. As in, yes, I gave loads of money to orphanages, fed the inhabitants of a third world country for the remainder of all time, tithed more than ten percent, wiped out every living relative’s debt loads, prepaid my six children’s college tuitions and gave so much money to my Alma mater that they named the new theatre complex after me. That’s the kind of rich I’m talking about. And if I was that rich, here are just a few things I would purchase with my wads of…
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Classic
And it just would not be a trip to Disney without meeting these guys. Do you notice one Keiglet missing? Yes. Bergen waited in line for over forty minutes to meet Mickey and Minnie. At the very last minute, however, he bailed. After forty minutes waiting in line – it was not worth a battle.
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Legos
It was like Lego heaven. I don’t know how your theology rolls, but I am pretty sure that if toys make the cut, then Legos will be in the after life. Just sayin’.
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What Seems So Fun . . .
Our kids love PBS. Mosely even watches a little too much – remember? A lot of PBS shows are sponsored by Rainforest Cafe. So our kids naturally ask, “When can we go to Rainforest Cafe?” Guess what restaurant is located at Downtown Disney? Yep. So we’ve been talking this place up for months. The kids are all so excited. They think of it as a highlight on our Florida journey. They cannot wait. And then we visit. It looks like, well, a rain forest. On acid. At first the kids are amused. Entertained. The rain falling all around us is cool. The leaves of the trees hanging around the walls…
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sweet
Oh my goodness. We have been out of town for a while, it seems. A little out of touch. And our internet at home is down. And although perhaps I should be ashamed to admit this – I have really missed writing this blog. But I am back now. And you may just be sorry that I am. Because I hope to update with a flurry of posts. Yes. A flurry. Like snow. (Which I wish we would see a bit of.) Because here I am. At Panera Bread. Free wifi. A cinnamon scone to my right. A loaf of french bread leaning against the wall waiting to be served…
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Disney
(I promise to add photos when I return home. I promise. Bear with me, Leanne. Bear with me.) I don’t know where to start. Really. And I almost don’t even want to. Because I am sure I will forget something. There is just so much. So much. We are actually still on the road. (Not literally, mind you.) So maybe I will just work backwards. Or whatever. I’m pretty sure the only person who will be even slightly concerned with the correct order of events or the skipping of any memorable moments will be me anyway. Disney sounds like a good place to begin. After waiting in line for about…
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The Mirage
I had to laugh a little when a friend of mine recently told me that she thought I was so organized and that I looked as if I had it all together. Maybe it looks that way from a distance. (A very far distance.) But if it ever does look like that, it would only be a mirage. Let me share an example. (And there are so many from which to choose.) Today. We have been saving our change and stray dollars for our Disney World Christmas adventure. And it only seemed appropriate to stash said spare change in a plastic bank that is a giant Mickey Mouse head saved…
