If you feel as if I’ve been quietly absent from the blogosphere, you’d be correct. I simply cannot fight the urge to play outdoors when the weather is this crisp and frankly, spectacular. It’s been in the high sixties here this past week and the air is crisp – the long shadows undeniably speak of
Christmas Liturgy, By Stuart Homeschooling our kids has made me think a lot about some big questions. I’ve typically never been one to go with the flow for the sake of going with the flow. So, when we decided to homeschool I had to wrestle with some why and what questions. It turns out that
Even though we only spent a year in Alabama, in my Shaye heart, it may as well have been a decade. The lessons and hard valleys that we discovered there were branded on us for a lifetime. Not only were we poor, so (so!) poor, but Stu was working so hard he was basically absent.
There are lots of babies in my life right now. Lots and lots of babies. I’ve got babies. You’ve got babies. All my friends have babies. Random people walking down the street or in the grocery store have babies. It’s just the cycle of life, isn’t it? And when you’re a parent, people like to
Hello, Peace. Around New Years, everyone has grand intentions. All of a sudden we’re going to be something we’ve never been, or something we’ve never done. And magically we’re going to stick with it, without fail, because as of January 1st, we’re now awesome. Well, I’m not. But maybe you are. I’m still just a Mom,
Don’t tell me what you ate. I’m a creature of habit, as we all tend to be. I like my baths each night and an espresso, with a dash of cream, each morning. So naturally, when a new season of Anthony Bordain ‘Parts Unknown’ comes on, I watch it. It’s habit. But it’s a lovely one
“I think you need to see this house. I think it could be amazing.” I won’t quickly forget the first time I drove down the dirt road that leads to our hidden cottage. Off of the road, past the neighbors, and down a lane with a car full of children. My favorite past time during
You’ve heard it. I’ve heard it. But at this moment, I’m hell bent on keeping it the reality: Keeping it simple. Culture is already swimming with holiday ideas and trinkets to fill up our time and empty our wallets. This is the time of year when I try and make a point to tuck away into my
At the end of it all, I have hope. We lost our Lochy boy this past week. He ventured a wee bit too far from home (not far as the crow flies, but none-the-less, ended up on a 45 mph country road) and was struck by a car. A pedestrian happened to see him laying
The hardest thing I’ve done in my life is live through the every day. It’s mundane. It’s sloppy. And it’s hard. I want to be all like “Yay! Cherish the moments!” but secretly inside, I want to crawl away to a quite home where there are no little ones to constantly peck me to death.