Sunday, August 30, 2015

Eleven and Seven

My kids are eleven and seven.

And actually, my son is almost twelve.  This year he marched in the Fourth of July parade with his bagpipe band.  He has been taking lessons for almost two years, and is just about ready to get on the pipes.  You learn to play, and practice, on a practice chanter.  Anyway, here he is marching in the parade holding the banner.

The man on the far left of the picture is Ully, his teacher.  He is patient and encouraging, and after spending so much time with him, like another grandpa.

My daughter is seven.  She has developed a passion for gymnastics.  She's always jumping and flipping and bending in crazy ways.  Here's a video.


We are still homeschooling.  They are in sixth and second grades.  It still works really well for us, and we love the flexibility.

It's Sunday today, so we will spend it reading, writing, playing, and working on projects around the house.  

Friday, August 21, 2015

I Wrote a Novel. It feels amazing and also scary.

Hi.  Long time, no see.  There are various reasons why I haven't posted here in two years.  The biggest reason is that I began to write a book.

That endeavor took my daily allotment of writing energy and time, that's part of it.  But mostly I didn't want to tell people that I was writing a book.  I wanted to keep it to myself to see if I could actually accomplish it.  Writing my blog but leaving out such an important part of my daily life didn't feel good to me.  So I apologize for my long absence.

Now that the book is finished, and published, I feel like I can write here again sometimes.

So the book I wrote is a young adult coming-of-age fiction story.  It contains romance, family, friendship, and general life things.

Here is the back cover blurb:

Penny Beck is a girl who says yes when she means no.  She keeps to herself, follows the rules, and does what she’s told.  After a disastrous experience with her boyfriend, she's determined to change from the spineless person she’s always been into the strong woman she wants to become.  All she needs is a little practice.  

On a cross-country trip to check on her grandpa, she strives to become bolder and more outspoken with the strangers she meets.  Penny's plan is to practice saying and doing what she wants without worrying about what anyone else thinks.

Then she meets Archer, an introspective loner to whom she finds herself drawn.  She realizes she does care what he thinks, very much.  Will Penny be able to stick to her plan, or will she revert back to her people-pleasing ways?  

Here is the link to the Amazon page, if it sounds like something you'd like to read.

Soon I will do an update post on my life, and tell you how things are going.  It feels good to be back!

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

New School Year

On Monday, we started a new school year.  We took pictures by the boxwood out front, as usual.

My kindergartener!

Fourth grader!

After our first day, both kids were completely exhausted!  I'm talking droopy eyelids and sluggish movements, and they fell asleep before 7:30.  Last night they both slept 12 hours.      

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Yep, he has long hair

So, my son has long hair.

It's true.

When he was little, I kept his hair pretty short.  It was easy to wash and comb, and for a kid who hated to have his head touched or to get any water on his face, that was important.

He's 5 in this picture.

When he was 6, he asked to grow his hair out, so that he could stay warm the following winter.  We said, "Sure."

It grew.

It got about this long:

7.5 years old.

Then he wanted it cut.

Age 8, with dear Alice.

Then we started reading Harry Potter, and he wanted to grow in out like Dumbledore and Sirius Black.  So he grew it again.  More than half of his friends have long hair, so he probably didn't deliberate long over his decision.

So now it's long.

Sometimes he combs it:

Sometimes he doesn't:

Sometimes he is mistaken for a girl.  He does not mind at all.  He says, "Well, I know I'm a boy, so why does it matter what they think?"   I love that attitude. 

He recently got an inch trimmed off, then went back yesterday and had another inch cut off.  He was having trouble with tangles, so he wanted it to be easier to manage.  (If he's going to have long hair, it's his job to care for it.)

What I love is that he was so inspired and moved by the characters in his books, that he wanted to emulate them in appearance.   

Hair fashions change all the time, I love that he's just doing what he feels like doing.



Wednesday, June 5, 2013


We did a fun thing. 

We went camping in a primitive tipi!  (That's how the ranch spelled it, so that's how I'm spelling it.)

It was 20 feet in diameter at the bottom.

It felt really surreal and different.  We did a lot of pretending that we were in a tribe.  It was so fun!  But you guys, when you're the grown-up, camping is hard.  It really made me thankful for all the comforts back at home.   We didn't mind the rain, because we liked the sound it made when it hit the tipi.  But it was cold.  So cold. 

We kept the fire going all night, which was a dream of mine:  to sleep right by a campfire.  

Here I am reading in the firelight.  I slept in my jacket.  We didn't get warm for two days after we got home.

It was a wonderful life experience and I'm so glad we did it. My memories are already adding a little shine to the actual experience. 


Thursday, March 14, 2013

Piano Feet

The time my guy spends with our kids is so precious.  The other day, he and our daughter played the piano after dinner.

She's so tiny next to him!

His big hands, her tiny hands!  Squee!

Things got a little silly, as they always do when he's involved.  


Monday, March 4, 2013

Hope and Life

March is such a hopeful month for me.  It will contain at least one day when the weather will be nice enough to go to the zoo.  There will probably be one more snow, but I just know that we will have a sunny 60 degree day too.  I will wear flipflops at some point this month, and if that's not hope, I don't know what is.

Our wedding anniversary is in March.  That's uncommon, I think.  But I like March because those first amazing days of spring feel so renewing and joyful.