Every day is complicated, messy, and full of friction. And every day has glorious or cozy moments worth celebrating. I seldom bother to chronicle the friction and the mess because writing time is fleeting and precious—and childhood even more so. I’d rather capture the small joys that I might forget—or take for granted—if I don’t take time to set them down in words.
(Excerpt from
this post about Real Life, quoted here because I don't want anyone to be under the impression that things are always perfect around here! Heaven knows we are anything but. Perfect, frictionless, orderly? Nope. Happy? Most of the time!)
- regan: my 14yo used to lock himself in the bathroom and paint indian “war paint” all over his face using...
- Activities Coordinator: My sister had that hair. My husband had that hair. Why, oh why didn’t my children get...
- Kathryn: Oh my! Rilla is a miniature Beanie!
- angela: A couple years ago, I spotted someone signing at a Living Stones retreat (back when K and I were newbies in...
- Alice Gunther: Oh so very, very cute! And all those golden curls are a joy to behold!
Be like the bird
Who, pausing in flight
On limb too slight,
Feels it give way beneath her,
Yet sings,
Knowing she has wings.
—Victor Hugo
Six Things to Include in Your Child's Day:
meaningful work
imaginative play
good books
beauty (art, music, nature)
ideas to ponder and discuss
prayer
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Ick! That certainly puts things into perspective!
Posted on June 18th, 2008 at 2:34 pmthat just made me hungry.
Posted on June 18th, 2008 at 5:59 pmWell, the pizza and bagel sizes do not apply in NYC. Both have always been large; in fact a slice of NY pizza has always been larger than what is shown as “today’s” pizza.
The 64-oz Big Gulp is disgusting. Why does anyone need to drink a HALF-GALLON of soda?
Posted on June 19th, 2008 at 5:27 am