Mono, strep, staph

Just a super quick run down

Jorry was diagnosed with mono and strep on Christmas day–1st ER visit

Emi was diagnosed with strep Christmas day–2nd ER visit

Oh and we were out of state for those.

Get home the 29th

Jorry is getting better.

Today Emi relapses.

Ace joins the sick gang with strep and a staph infection.

Prayers,positive thoughts and natural treatment suggestions all appreciated.

FOR TODAY December 16th 2008 (a day late)

Outside my window… I see the winter grass.

I am thinking…about my dad.

I am thankful for…socks,a television that is turned off and sweet baby noises.

From the learning rooms…uninhibited exploration abounds.

From the kitchen…lots of work is waiting.

I am wearing…warm pajamas

I am creating…hats, gloves and gnome beds.

I am going…to clean my kitchen today

I am reading…Seven times the Sun

I am hoping…to create tradition with my kids

I am hearing…questions from my children.

Around the house…life is bountiful.

One of my favorite things…Zoe’s new ability to squeal.

A few plans for the rest of the week: wrap gifts, pack for our trip.

Here is a picture thought I am sharing:




I’m going home for Christmas this year. I get to see my grandparents, my mom, my siblings,my niece and nephew and countless aunts, uncles and cousins.

And I should be so happy and excited, but I’m not because not included in that list is my dad.

I see his face in my minds eye everyday. I wish I could smell him still but it won’t come to me.

I won’t feel his hand or hear his laugh.

I will visit a cold headstone with an inscription about a man that was so much more than a beginning and an ending.

He had so many stories left to share.

More grandchildren to meet.

I know that once I get there I will get caught up in seeing everyone and that the sadness will be flooded over with joy.

It’s the days leading up to the trip that are the hardest.

Have I told you about my dad?

He was the white Bill Cosby. I swear he could make you laugh with such ease.

He believed that everyone should be required to watch “Bill Cosby Himself” at different points in their life. Required viewing instead of required reading.

I once asked him about something he had in a hidden away place and he said “If I told you then I would have to kill you.” I’m pretty sure he wasn’t joking.

He was career Navy. He was handsome in his dress whites. He wore them to my highschool graduation and sat in a non-airconditioned gym, in late May in southern Mississippi and I never once heard him complain.

He loved Whoppers candy.

He loved all his kids fiercely.

I think he loved his grandkids even more fiercely.

His favorite author was Louis L’Amour and Tom Clancy.

He loved to look for history in the dirt. He would have loved archaeology.

He had few true friends but the ones he had would die for him and he for them.

If he hadn’t been in the Navy I think he would have been a cowboy.

Of all the places we lived, Scotland was his favorite.He always wanted to go back.

My dad was the best and I miss him tons.

Hug those you love, give grace to those who annoy you, and make memories everyday.


A few weeks ago I was talking with a mom about being transparent. She was telling me about the book

 Lies Homeschooling  Moms Believe by Todd Wilson

She said that it talked about how as homeschooling moms we think that everyone’s house is clean, they sit down to dinner at the same time everyday, all the laundry is done etc. And we think we are the only ones that don’t have it all together. Most days I think having it all together is overrated. I mean where is the fun in being able to go to your dresser draw to find a pair of clean matching socks?? It’s much more fun to search for a clean matching pair among the 60+ socks that are in the sock basket! You know,the basket where all the unmatched socks go? The basket that sits, and sits and sits until someone decides that clean matching socks in their drawer isn’t as overrated as they once thought.

Then there are days where I would really like to have things all together and I try really hard for about a week. My personality is such that I am only consistent in being inconsistent. I’m not beating up on myself. I am, most days,just fine with how I am. Some days not so much.

But back to being transparent. As humans we are seldom transparent because we don’t want to be judged or thought ill of. No one ever says “Look how messy her house is.” in a good way. We like to hear that we have it all together. I know I do.

The truth is though I don’t have it altogether. And so today I will be transparent about my life.

A lot of days my couch looks like this

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In fact the loveseat next to me is full of about 3 loads of clothes right now.

The living room can look like this:

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But more often than not it looks like this:

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I would like to say that I never ever raise my voice but my kids would tell you differently. I yell way too much.

I leave dishes in the sink and go to bed without any thought of them.

My tub needs to be cleaned and I likely won’t get to it today.

I don’t cook every night, sometimes my husband does and sometimes we just eat whatever we can find in the fridge.

I am almost always behind on laundry.

I don’t bake bread every week.

 I cuss when I am mad.

I would rather knit than clean the house and a lot of times that is what happens.

My teenager and I don’t always get along.

The kids fight with each other.

I have unidentifiable items in the fridge.

You cannot see my bedroom floor.

I don’t dust weekly, I sometimes don’t dust monthly.

I do vacuum everday sometimes twice. Not because I love to vacuum but because cheerio crumbs stick to my feet. Remember clean matching socks are hard to find in this house.

I sweep everyday for the same reason as above.

I have fallen asleep in my clothes that I wore for the day.

I often wear my pajamas all day.

My littles have aversions to cothes and are often not worried about matching socks.

We have a toddler bed at the foot of our bed and it is used for holding things, not for a sleeping child.

You currently can’t walk into my walk in closet without having to step over something.

And the garage contains a lot of things none of them being a car.

There you go, my transparency for the week. I don’t have it all together. There are more things I could list but I will end here.

Don’t believe the lies!!!