In every part and corner of our life, to lose oneself is to be the gainer; to forget oneself is to be happy. ~Robert Louis StevensonMy life oozes childhood.I hear it in the whoosh of a hundred legos streaming onto my no longer clean floor and the laundry machine thumps with the constant beat of … Continue reading The Truth is Often Hard to Love
Has anyone else noticed a sock monkey revival? They're all around me. I got a baby shower e-vite today that had a sock monkey on it. He was waving, and he really wanted people to know "IT'S A BOY!".I see sock monkeys in stores now. They cost about 15 dollars, and I'm pretty sure they're … Continue reading Regarding Socks and Monkeys
It's pouring rain, and all I can do is curl up on the couch and attempt to drink my coffee. I can't write when it rains this much, i can just listen sleepily. It's a day for blankets, warm drinks, and poetry. Check out this poetry blog that I have been enjoying. It's by my … Continue reading Rainy Day Snooze
Sometimes we all need to be silent, and think, especially as we prepare for Easter. I have decided that to be silent and to listen is the hardest thing to do. There are a million ten things to entertain us. "...Where shall the word resound? Not here, there is not enough silence..." -T.S. Elliot. (These … Continue reading Thoughts During Lent
"I want to make cookies." "Pway a yittle bit yonger, den make cookies", he suggested. Um, ok. I thought that by making cookies, he would feel loved. Apparently he feels more loved when I sit down on the floor and let him drive matchbox cars into my legs."Why you toenails purple?" "Member when we went … Continue reading Stressed makes Desserts!
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons. ~T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred PrufrockToday's post is brought to you by coffee.Sheldon has a case of croup. This has meant a sleepless night for everyone, which means I am functioning off of coffee fumes and will power. I love to sleep (0072). … Continue reading Measuring Abundance
Every self-respecting farm needs a cat population. A self-respecting farm cat must be a good mouser, climb trees, tolerate dogs, and enjoy eating discount bulk cat food. A farm cat's lifespan depends on wisdom, a little good fortune, and an aversion to wandering after dark.My son loves cats, but maybe that's because he hasn't discovered … Continue reading The Diminutive Cat Enthusiast
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. ~Emily DickinsonI just licked my computer mouse.Wait, before you judge me, let me explain. I was licking it to get the ketchup that got onto it while I was eating french fries and goofing off on the Internet. WAIT! Let me explain. I … Continue reading "Preservatives and Perseverance" or "How I Almost Went Crazy"
We took a three and a half hour trip to the beach for an overnight vacation. All of us. A two year old, a nine month old, and two "adults". One of the "adults" forgot to pack a few things. Pants for the two year old. Sunblock. More than one towel. We realized the pant … Continue reading The Great Western Pant Shortage
I was at the beach today. I made a sandcastle instead of a blog post. Tomorrow I will have stories to tell, but today I'm still in beach mode, and I need to sweep the sand off my floor, do some laundry and wash some kids. I did have a good time though...and right now, … Continue reading A Beach Break