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.
Choosing My Vital Few Whew. Wowza. What a season we’ve just come through. You know when you’ve just delivered a baby and you’re all “Whew! Wowza! That was a doozy.” – ya, it’s like that though, thank the Lord, there was a lot less blood involved. These past few months have been filled with times of
I wasn’t always this person. But don’t remind me of that. A decade ago – I was much, much different. Those of you who have read my testimony (part two here) can… well… attest to that. I’m not going to tell you who I was because I don’t want you to know her. But this past
A wee bit back, Stuart and our oldest two littles headed off to North Carolina to visit family. Originally, when the trip was planned, I was a zillion months pregnant and couldn’t bare the thought of traveling with no less than four little ones. Throw into that decision the eighty nine animals here reliant on
Screen time and kids, man. I finally snapped. A few weeks back, I’d had it up to HERE. (You can’t see, but I’m holding my hand in a line way above my head to show you just how much I’d had it up to.) I wanted to take the computers… the ipads… the phones… and
Ever get in a funk? Of course you do, you’re human. We all do. You know what else will put you in a funk? Finding A STRAY CHIN HAIR ON YOUR FACE! What the what?! Funk level = maximized. I found myself that way today… wandering around like a “mombie” who’s heart was heavy with
The ordinary. Hi. My name is Shaye. And I would like to share with you ordinary photographs from these past few days. Because – get this now – my life is ordinary. Y’all. I have four kids five and under. It’s so dang wonderful and so brutally hard. A clean house is a distant memory like a
Changes, y’all. Big changes. I felt so melancholy a few nights back, I wanted to just crawl out of my skin. I sat in bed, nursing Juliette… staring out the window… praying with Stuart. The sprinkler was watering the field off in the distance and it’s faithful tick-tick-tick gave a rhythmic undertone to my heavy
Farm Kitchen Renovation: Part 1 Yes, kitchen renovation part 1. Because there are going to be at least half a dozen. Because this farm kitchen renovation is going to go on… and on… and on. We’ve barely scratched the surface, my friends. But even in the demolition that we’ve been under, it’s still a hundred
Life Snippets Daily snippets of life in our homesteading madness. Welcome to the party, rockstars.