This blog, and in many ways my life, for the last several years has been about the children. I’m happy it’s been that way! Not in the “I’m going to knock myself out being a martyr and sacrificing everything for the sake of the kids” kind of way, but in the “I love and respect …
Monthly Archive: October 2009
Oct 23
Everett in Uniform
I love it when we go someplace like Walmart, and see someone walking out with an exciting purchase: a dad with a big-screen TV, a toddler with a lollipop, a girl with a new bike. There’s just something about the look on their faces… a look of giddy, childlike, unadulterated joy. The thing that I …
Oct 23
Pizza Grows in the Ground
Yesterday we met up with an old homeschool group for a trip and tour of a pumpkin farm. *Old* meaning a group that we used to belong to and have just recently reconnected with. The group isn’t old. The people in the group aren’t old either, in fact they’re mostly quite young. What was I …
Oct 19
Paper
Everett got out his paper making kit the other day, and he and Spencer spent an afternoon soaking, blending, and creating. Here are a couple of their finished pieces, drying out in the sun. The paper scraps have to soak for two hours before you can make the pulp. While they were waiting, they availed …
Oct 17
Signs of Fall
Changing leaves, pumpkin pies, cooler weather, football games. Except…we’d have to drive a bit further north to see changing leaves. I haven’t had a pumpkin pie since last Thanksgiving. The weather is still, sadly, hot. And the boys are in baseball, not football. But it IS still undeniably fall in Phoenix, and it is wonderful! …
Oct 09
Life & Tattoos
I have wanted a third tattoo since… well, since I got my second one. I have been looking through pages and pages of beautiful Japanese kanji, but couldn’t decide on that one sentiment: something I wanted to think on and look at and be reminded of every day for the rest of my life. Then …
Oct 01
Tee Ball
I saw a Dr Phil episode once, where the guests were talking about their overscheduled kids. Kids they were dragging – literally – kicking and screaming, to ballet and karate, music lessons and soccer. The poor kids were miserable, the parents were miserable, and yet they somehow continued, thinking it was good and/or even important …
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