Category Archives: Thoughts

School’s out for SUMMER!

We DID it! We did it! Awwww, yeah!

Yesterday, we finished our first year of homeschooling! What an awesome feeling. Summer break is always exciting, but it feels so special this year. 6 months ago, I didn’t think we’d make it to this point. Well, we’d make it, but I would either have a). all grey hair or b). no hair at all from pulling it all out. Thankfully, I still have hair and it’s not totally grey (note to self, make hair appointment).

This girl just finished 2nd grade! I guess I did too!

There hasn’t been much time for reflection since we slammed our books shut and breathed a big sigh of relief yesterday, but of this much I am sure: I love homeschooling.

I LOVE homeschooling! Can you believe it? I barely can. We had some very distinct highs and lows to our year and I learned as much as the kids did. Homeschooling is not a cookie cutter endeavor. It’s very much a living, breathing, adventure that requires adjustments and flexibility for each person, each subject, and for sure, each year.

We’re going to be changing things up this Fall quite a bit from this past year. We’re keeping the parts that we loved and giving a swift kick out the door to the parts we hated. It has me really looking forward to starting school again – but not until the end of August. For now, it’s all fun and games and the beach and friends and memories. (Ok, maybe a little bit of math facts and some reading, but don’t make me think about that yet. It’s only day 1 of break man!)

Within the past three weeks, each of my girls, at different times and without any prompting, shared with me 4 words I never thought I would hear:

Mom, I love homeschooling!

Be still this Mom’s heart.



How to Talk to Little Girls

I’ve been wanting to start posting again on the ole blog for about a week. I knew that we had a bunch of school work to finish and an extremely packed calendar to navigate, but after that I knew that I could get my blogging on. It was on the horizon!

And then I got sick.

Oh well! Life goes on! And now I am on the other end and feeling a spark of motivation to post, so here I am. I am hoping to start posting regularly again and I’m going to give myself the grace to post with a carefree and casual approach. Kind of like how there is no crying in baseball, there are no rules to blogging this summer. So get ready world – random posts and sub-par photography coming your way! Woo-hoo!

My Mom shared a link with me today on Facebook and I No, I LOVE.IT. Judging from the date of the original post, it’s possible you have seen it before, but I suggest rereading it even if you have. If you haven’t read it, please do. Go ahead…I’ll wait.

How to Talk to Little Girls

You with me? Sweet.

This post spoke VOLUMES to me. As a mother of two darling red-headed girls, we get comments ALL.THE.TIME. The red hair, the curls, their eyes…”Where does the red hair come from?” “Oh! Girls, you’re so beautiful! Their hair!” “OH, look at her hair!” “What beautiful children!” and on…and on…and on…You don’t realize how rare red hair is until you live with two of them. And people love it, especially Grandmas at grocery stores.

We have taken great measures to be sure our girls are gracious and always say thank you when they are given a compliment. This has been a struggle at times. Our youngest, the one with the red AND the curls went through a phase when she would be SO annoyed to hear it again. She would almost involuntarily groan at ANOTHER hair comment. I can imagine her groan could be translated to, “Really? Again with the hair? Have I nothing else you would like to talk about?”

As her parents, we work very hard to pull them aside and look them in the eyes and them all the other things that are amazing about them. Yes, the Lord is creative and gave you beautiful hair, but you are caring, thoughtful, smart, funny, kind, compassionate. We have also spent time talking about no matter how beautiful you are on the outside, if your inside is ugly and your attitude is nasty, you aren’t beautiful. You can be dressed in your best, your hair done and LOOK beautiful, but if you are acting unkind or naughty, you ain’t so pretty sister.

It’s so easy to compliment little girls in our lives because it’s true – they are so cute! WIth their cute clothes, painted piggy nails and ribbons and bows, it’s almost impossible zip our lip and talk about bigger and better things. But it’s SO worth it. As noted in the post:

This week ABC news reported that nearly half of all three- to six-year-old girls worry about being fat. In my book, Think: Straight Talk for Women to Stay Smart in a Dumbed-Down World, I reveal that fifteen to eighteen percent of girls under twelve now wear mascara, eyeliner and lipstick regularly; eating disorders are up and self-esteem is down; and twenty-five percent of young American women would rather win America’s next top model than the Nobel Peace Prize. Even bright, successful college women say they’d rather be hot than smart. A Miami mom just died from cosmetic surgery, leaving behind two teenagers. This keeps happening, and it breaks my heart.

I just wanted to share this because I agree with what Lisa said and I know I want to do better about how I talk to all little girls. It’s worth it. They are worth it.

See you again soon!



Blogging? Ain’t nobody got time for that!

Seriously…I haven’t had time for it. (obviously)

I have so much to write about, but haven’t had time. We are recently back home from a vacation (awesome) and I am giddy about all my flowers growing and sprouting (hooray!) and in a constant state of daydreaming and planning about all the projects I hope to do this Summer (big, huge, SO.STINKING.EXCITED).

The month of May is always crazy for our family, but this one seems to be exceptionally busy. I am hoping that once we get through next week, life will calm down a bit and I can get my blog on.

Today is a Pinterest Challenge with Bower Power and Young House Love (TOTALLY sad I don’t have a post to share for it) and I am sure there will be TONS of awesome inspiration, so check it out!

Until next time…

To Share or Not To Share

Our girls have their own rooms.

Well, they sort of have their own rooms.

I think our youngest has been sleeping in her big sister’s room since November. Bunk beds are fun and we have gone from bunking up on the weekends for fun to a full-time sleeping situation. They love it and back in November having them sleep in the same room put a stop to the little one coming into our room at night. What can I say, I like sleeping without a small child elbowing me and smacking me in the face while she sleeps. How do such small people take up SO much room?

They have recently been calling it “their” room and asking about turning the other bedroom into a playroom. I like them sleeping in the same room because there is something comforting about having them together. (Anyone else relate to that?) But I am sort of on the fence about an official move to a shared room because I don’t know what to do with the other bedroom!

They are only 8 and 5, so a playroom of sorts still makes sense. And, since we are a homeschool family, they do spend a lot of time playing together and having a space all their own would get a lot of use. But does it make sense to have a playroom up with all the bedrooms? This is an example of what I like to call first-world problems. 🙂

What would you do? Should I have “project playroom” in my future?

Playroom colorful

Playroom vintage



Playroom stage

Friday Brain Dump

I’ve been working hard to lose weight. There is the small matter of a family wedding the first weekend in May and Momma has a dress that’s been hanging in her closet that needs to be worn. If only I could get my thighs in it.

I easily become inconsistent with my workout routine because some days it’s just impossible to fit it in. But, something I really can control is what I put in my mouth. So, I’ve been using the My Fitness Pal app to journal everything I eat and to keep within my target calorie allowance each day. (Don’t have a smart phone or iPad? You can check it out on the web!)

I WAS using the Jillian Michaels Slim Down Solution app because it WAS awesome and I loved the features it USED to have. Translation: I had to delete it from my phone at one point and when I downloaded it again, all the super awesome handy features I LOVED were gone. Want to select that you did Level 3 of 30 Day Shred to track your exercise? Sorry! Can’t do that any longer! Want to scan a barcode to log a food? Sorry! Can’t do that any longer. Now, I am sure that with a handy paid subscription you can, but because I was already enjoying it for free, I don’t to pay. Ok, rant over.

So, I started logging food again on Tuesday. Let’s just say I had a small heart attack when I started adding what I had eaten and saw how fast it added up. Using an app like My Fitness Pal is SO enlightening. It really teaches you to make your calories count. You know that not all calories are created equal, right? So, I’m making better choices and eating less – and I’ve lost weight already. Reality – it’s not going to come off like it has in the past few days and it’s going to take a lot of work to get where I want to be. Darn. In the meantime, for the past day and a half, I feel like I could eat an appetizer of bacon with a meal of anything mexican COVERED in cheese with a dessert of every cake, pie and ice cream I can get my hands on. Hungry much?

Also, I know that technically it’s still Winter where I live, but I am OVER. IT.

Oh, and Daylight Savings this year stinks. I am still trying to recover. The End.

Someone needs to come up with a fancy word that explains the love a mother feels for a child. You know, the kind of love that all at the same time makes your heart feel like it’s going to explode into a million pieces, brings tears to your eyes, makes you want to smooch and hug them until you pull a muscle, and nearly fall down on your knees for the goodness God has shown you by giving you this small person to whom you get to be their mother. Wouldn’t it be cool to have that word and then when you say it, all the other mothers around you go, “ahhhh. Hmm-mmm. I get you.” (Holds fingers up her eyes and points at them and then points at yours.)  All you Greek scholars out there – get on this ok?

So I think blogging is super fun. I think it’s a really great way to be creative and to share your life with others. But, I am totally flabbergasted at the people who do this as their career. For reals? Like, I have a marketing degree and totally get the social network thing, but there are like, what, thousands, or tens of thousands blogs out there? How does one gain the audience to make it their job? Well, I supposed for starters they post more than once a week and about random thoughts floating in their head. 😉 On this note, I felt so elated for Katie when I read this post. She’s been at it for a long time and is really good at what she does. I’m super happy for her.

I’m so glad it’s Friday. Maybe a little rest and fun this weekend will spark some motivation to post a bit more next week. Until then – Happy Weekend everyone!


A bit of nothing…

No, no…I haven’t forgotten about this place. It’s just, it’s hard to write about life sometimes when you’re busy living it. And since this blog is more about sharing what brings me joy and no so much about keeping a posting schedule, I choose to not post. I’d like to say it’s because I am focused on quality over quantity, but it’s probably more of laziness and lack of things to say.

I don’t have any projects to share at the moment – despite the fact there are a few staring me down right now. They aren’t the priority even if I would like to get them finished or even started for that matter. Oh, I am totally loving my laundry basket dresser and so glad we made it.

Can anyone else relate to this? I have been super annoyed with myself. When I tell you why, I’m sure you’ll think it’s as silly as I do when I really give it perspective. The Photo A Day challenge I started in January…it makes me feel like a bad person. Why? Because I just can’t seem to get each day done. And once I miss one, well forget it. And really, why should I feel bad? Is there some rule or law about even participating? It’s supposed to be fun, right? Sometimes it’s just not fun though…sometimes it’s just a big pain in the rear to try to do what the prompt says. I mean, I sometimes don’t remember until I’m in bed and what am I going to to then, get up and go take a great picture of something lucky (day 4 of this month)? These pressures we put on ourselves that are tied to things that shouldn’t even hold any power over us are just plain silly! Am I right? Glad I got that off my chest…

The little one is loving her three half days at school. She is really enjoying her teacher and the other children. On my good days, I feel sad when I drop her off because I think we could have stuck it out, but I can see the bigger picture and know she’s in a great place. We’re getting all caught up or ahead at home and that feels wonderful. We’re already praying through and discussing our plans for next year. Thankfully, nothing has to be decided now.

I guess that’s it…I’ll be working on the 2nd part of our backyard landscaping and will hopefully get that posted this week!