Keiglets
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.
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sometimes I say yes
My children ask a lot of questions. And sometimes I get to answer “yes”. “Will you cuddle longer this morning Momma?” “Can I eat this entire pomegranate by myself?” “Will you read another chapter of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with me?” “May I help you make breakfast?” “The next wedding we go to – can I wear this vest with my favorite shirt?”
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Keigley CAMPaign: Huntington Beach
Lately it feels as if all forces conspire against me in completing a blog post in a regular or timely fashion. And I’m missing my writing consistency. But it’s early (ish) morning and I’m pounding the keys for a few quiet moments. Huntington Beach. I think it’s the state park farthest away from our home. Are you kidding me? That’s all I kept repeating. Otto was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. (And eventually only his underwear.) I was thinking about sunscreen and Kevin and Mosely were flying a kite. (A really cool box kite that we found completely intact in the sand dunes.) It’s November. No.vem.ber. I think we just…
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driving home (the beauty of an iPhone and modern technology)
Today we are leaving this. And to leave the ocean is always bittersweet. But to have even touched the waves in November is pure gift. It was our November camping trip. The one we almost didn’t take. Because it’s cold. Because our second car died last week. Because it’s a busy busy month. But we did go. All the way to the ocean. I think we’re all glad we took the risk. And tomorrow I’ll tell you all about it.
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A Day in the Life: Part One
The forecast for the entire week was glorious. Warm afternoons. Cool mornings. The type of day designed by the creator of days to be spent out of doors. No climate controlled, temperature regulated kind of day. (Not that those days even exist when you live in a one hundred and eleven year old farm house.) I looked at the week’s forecast and I knew three things. 1. These days are an unadulterated gift. Cold weather is coming. 2. Cold weather is particularly disheartening at our home where last winter we could see our breath in our kitchen on a regular basis. 3. I need to stockpile good days of warmth…
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left without . . .
On any given day I have ten or more ideas for a blog post. I keep a steady stream of maybe posts already written in my drafts section. But usually I just plain run out of time to work my way through all those ideas and false starts and half-completed sentences. Life just wears me down and fills me up and spreads me thin. Some days it’s the baking. Some days it’s the chaos and the mess that keeps me from writing and processing and attempting to craft pretty words out of ordinary living. But today – oh today – it’s just been the details. The sit-down discussions. The wearying task of…
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Keigley CAMPaign: Oconee State Park
Last weekend was our camping weekend. Oconee State Park. It was a good weekend. And I plan to go backwards in time and recap each state park visit. Eventually. But I jotted down this during our weekend as we were hanging out and enjoying the incredibly perfect weather. ________________ 8:17 p.m. Otto is resting in the hammock. Riley’s reading by flashlight in the tent. I’m writing this, eating raisins, staring at the fire. Kevin is leading the others on a dark Frog Hunt. Listening, shining the light. Two kids are already holding amphibians in their increasingly filthy hands. (Nails embedded with dark dirt that has at least twelve more hours…
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and did you know this?
Guess what? You can get almost all of your children in a cool location. You can have them dressed in Mommy-approved-photo-attire. You can have enough time and patience and presence of mind to attempt a stylish photograph. And you can still blow it.
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Wildwood Academy: Group Study
Homeschool is proceeding differently this year. A true statement I can make every year. Even though I waited in line a loooong time to get into a fabulous homeschool co-op last year, we’re not all doing the same co-op this year. (And it still is fabulous, mind you – just not what our house needs this year.) Riley is attending classes there but my younger crowd is heading in a different direction. I mentioned being excited (I might have said “wildly optimistic”) about an upcoming joint homeschooling venture with several other families. We’re two weeks in and it seems to be going swimmingly. The idea was born of thus: Four…
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Keigley Campaign: The Idea(l)
I think it was May when we first had the idea. Yes, yes it was May. (I like how a blog reminds me of things I forget.) And it was also May when I said my plan was to tell you about our camping campaign idea. (I don’t like how blogs remind me of things I forget to do.) And so far, all I have done is tell you about one particular camping adventure. And that’s okay I guess. I doubt you’ve been hanging on to the edge of your seats waiting for me to follow through with that. (But if you have – I’m sorry.) And today I’m going…
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toy wedded bliss.
Kids get attached to specific toys. Growing up, my younger brother and I had our favorites. We loved Cabbage Patch Kids and we loved these two plastic Care Bears we carried in our pockets everywhere. My Buddy and Kid Sister were popular pals for us (anyone remember their theme song?) and we had two koala bears that accompanied us on many adventures. (We cleverly named them KB and Willie. KB for Koala Bear – get it?) Our children are just the same. And for reasons only totally understood by them, the five youngest of them have become strangely attached to a series of toys called Beanie Boos. We didn’t know…
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then. now. next.
Vividly, I remember it all. (Sort of.) But so clearly, so recently, it was true, that I often brace myself for the reality of it right now before I look around me and am reminded that time has escaped our clinging grasp and changed our present as it is wont to do. There was a time when our house was overrun by littles. A bevy of tinies we had. A stir. A commotion. An entrance – we made one everywhere we went. Five children under the age of six. That was our reality. Two toddlers six months apart. A newborn when those two were not even three. Diapers for a…
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Ages 8 to Adult
How do you know your children are growing up? When you introduce them to the game of Monopoly, that’s when.
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the city for me, if a city was for me
I’m definitely more of a country girl than a city girl. I need green more than asphalt. But there’s this one city that appeals to me. Makes me reconsider my hard stance against Big Town and gets me to entertaining thoughts about the loveliness of stepping off my front porch right onto a city block. Savannah. I think it’s all those squares. The green space planned right in to the thread of the city. The statues. The history. The exquisite homes. All that old brick. The Spanish moss. And the trees. It’s just so lovely.
