
I’m always surprised to see tender plants growing in such harsh conditions.
Not unlike my children attending public school.

The first time Isaiah pitched in a Little League game it was horrible. He walked eight batters and threw wild pitches every other throw. It was so bad, in fact, the coach pulled him off the mound which almosts never happens at this level of competition.
That same night Isaiah’s teammates were making comments on Facebook [...]
I’m just going to pretend that it has not been almost a month since I’ve updated my beloved blog, and I’m not going to make excuses like “I’ve been really busy” and all that stuff other bloggers say when they realize the gap between posts has become embarrassing. It’s tacky and I’ll have no part [...]

If there were chicken pageants, like Miss Chicken USA, our chickens would win hens down.
Today I decided to hold our own little contest.
This hen did very well in the interview portion of the program.
Notice the contemplation in her eyes when I asked her where she sees herself in five years.
This hen has mastered the runway. [...]

See that green bench in the background? That’s where you’ll find me every spare moment I have this summer. I’ll be sipping on an over-priced latte and startling strangers with the click of my camera’s shutter because I can’t think of anything better than that.
Except maybe hiring someone to keep up with our laundry pile.

My youngest child recently turned nine and I’m realizing more each day how my children need me less and less in practical ways, like the tying of shoes and zipping of jackets. You know what I mean, the things that make us feel like we’re contributing essential care in our offspring’s life; things that make [...]

Try raising five boys once.
The testosterone levels in this home are off the chart, and the behavior inspired by this male hormone causes me to question my sanity. Daily.
Take this evening for instance. It was a beautiful spring day with temperatures in the 70’s, very little breeze and plenty of sunshine. Logan mowed the lawn [...]

All winter long Logan has waited for this day. Today we pulled the riding lawn mower out of storage, dusted it off, filled it with gas and handed Logan the keys, for Logan dearly loves to mow the lawn.
(I see you, Isaiah. Your muscles are big.)
It might be more accurate to say that Logan loves [...]

My nine year old son, Nathanael, is a brilliant child who has struggled in the reading department.
I take some responsibility for Nathanael’s reading delay since I did not invest the same amount of time and effort to teach him letter sounds the way I did with my older children. Nathanael is our seventh child and [...]