I stopped counting gifts for a long while; it seemed like a lie. I wanted to stop blogging as well, but instead I waffled and grasped for words that hid behind a big shadow; the shadow of my life. I wanted to be honest, but I was too afraid.I was not feeling close to God, … Continue reading The Messy Wonderful of Monday
Welcome to Part TWO of my exciting recap of my exciting trip to Disneyland...with two kids...while pregnant...and the kids were sick...Anyway, here's Part ONE if you missed it.In the midst of all the packing and preparing, I made sure I had matching bright shirts for the boys to wear each day. The color I was … Continue reading Disneyland Confessions: Part 2 – The "MeMe"
Yesterday was spent in the throes of throw up, but this morning Quinten announced, "Sheldon! My sickness went away in the night when I was sleeping!""Yah."So, he's fine now...which is more than can be said of my couch. This morning I tried to chase Quinten around with the "barf bucket", just in case of a … Continue reading The Aftermath Is an Afterparty
Last night I brushed my teeth, then I ate an orange, then I flossed and went to bed...without brushing my teeth again! I am not sure what my two boys actually ate for dinner...it might have been a Twinkie. I know I didn't brush their teeth.If this sort of crazy is not your cup of … Continue reading Disneyland Confessions: Part 1- The Ugly
Charlotte: What does it say? You'll have to read it for me.Templeton: It says HUMBLE.Charlotte: HUMBLE? Humble has two meanings. It means NOT PROUD and it means LOW TO THE GROUND. That's Wilbur all over. He's not proud and he is near the ground.Templeton: Well, I hope you're satisfied. I'm not going to spend all … Continue reading A Portrait of Humility With A Few Words From A Rat
Life had creeped and crawled to a manageable pace, and there was time for books and gardens, mopped floors and meals. I thought it would last forever, but I woke up this morning to a mess and some stress, to small coughs and runny noses. I have a full schedule this week, with a topping … Continue reading A Time For Frozen Treats in January
"I will be the gladdest thingUnder the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one.I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise.And when lights begin to showUp from the town, I will mark which must be mine, And then … Continue reading Waiting: Moral of the Frustrated Gardener with help from Edna
We moved!We moved, and things blurred into twinkle lights and frost, cardboard boxes and missing socks.Life has slowed down, wonderfully so.I started reading poetry to the boys at night, their favorite being Rudyard Kipling: the Man who is for men, and young men, and for boys who like wolves and the Sambhur bells. I have … Continue reading A Reminder from the King, and Batman, and A Peagreen Boat