A couple years ago, I let my kids eat their halloween candy for dinner. At the time, I was at the tail end of another 31-day series called Grace in Failure and decided allowing my kids to eat candy for dinner was a fail. It does feel like a poor parenting choice, but I’m making …
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newlywed fights
We got married on the 26th of June, the first year in my memory (and worst to date) that wildfire smoke completely obscured the valley where we live. It rolled in the 27th and stayed, as best I can remember, all summer. The smell of wildfire smoke still makes me irrationally happy and nostalgic. At …
current mood: “let’s make some poor choices”
Welp, here we are again, out of words. I could just run the bookshelf/internet prank post again, but I feel like that’s even more cheating than last time. The fact is, I want to paint my kitchen cabinets. I mean, my kitchen is gorgeous , obvs, and I don’t know why I want to change …
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five for friday, volume 4
Volume four? Weird. Okay, whatever. This week has been reentry, which has gone relatively well with the kiddos. But I’m still sick and our schedule is bananas this week (more than most, I’m pretty sure) and it’s hard going from “maybe one scheduled commitment per day” to “your whole day is spoken for except for …
looking through kinder eyes
“Wow, Mama! You look really pretty!” (We will ignore for the moment the inevitable followup question, “Where are we going today?” as if I only get dressed on days we leave the house. ) The fact is, I hear this more often now than I did when I was young and cute. Daily or more, …
parenting: a team sport
His feet thump down the hall suspiciously. You don’t think someone can run suspiciously? This boy can. He use to scurry off from somewhere out of sight yelling “NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING!” when he’d done something wrong. He no longer has the verbal tell, but the heavy, fast footfalls of my 42-lb boy are unmistakably trouble. …
y-o-u-r welcome.
**This post was originally published in March of 2016. I’m republishing for April Fools’ Day 2017. Note the ultrasound I mention is OLD. I’m NOT pregnant.**
This is kind of an atypical blog post for me. Basically I have a funny story to tell that is a little too involved for a facebook post. There’s no useful, encouraging bit, no metapicture… just a funny story from the inside of my funny marriage.
liturgy of home
I’m writing this Saturday night to publish Sunday morning, which marks the shortest buffer I’ve had yet this month. Andrew is out running sound for a group called The Rad Trads at the UAF Pub until midnight (later?) and the house is finally quiet. After feeding the kids mac and cheese (blue box) while they …
five for friday, volume 3
…and now for something a little lighter… I spent six days in Santa Barbara visiting friends on my own. There was much rejoicing and much napping, sometimes in the sun like a cat. kid quote: This is an oldie (see: out of town sans kids)… Lilly was twenty-four hours old. Me: Girls. Get off your …
clean and safe Christianity
I have no use for fear-based faith anymore. Oh, I used to, for sure. I’d make up all kinds of rules about which things were safe and which music I definitely didn’t listen to (and which I would listen to but not purchase…) Am I allowed to watch Smurfs? Read Harry Potter? I’m not knocking …
grace enough 