Ice burg Surfing
So … how do my sons spend their time once I pry them away from their video games and kick them outside? Ice Burg Surfing!
Read MoreSo … how do my sons spend their time once I pry them away from their video games and kick them outside? Ice Burg Surfing!
Read MoreFor our “Family Adventure” this year (we have stopped calling them vacations as that word makes one think of ridiculous things like relaxation and calm) we went backpacking at Mount Rainier National Park.
Read MoreWhat difficult journeys have you been on that you would do again in a heartbeat?
Read MoreThey were, however, working together. Which every mother loves to see. However, visions of concussions and broken limbs danced in my head as they roared with happy laughter.
Read MoreMomma–“Hey you guys, are you getting ready or just poking each other’s bellybuttons?”
Read MoreOne time, I drove past an orchard that was being cut down. The trees were in the full-blush of spring bloom. Covered in a glorious snow of pale-pink blossoms. Full of beauty and life and the potential for a fruitful year. But they had all been cut down. They lay on their sides, in full bloom, dead. All of a sudden, I find myself feeling like that orchard.
Read MoreSweet Boy#3–“Don’t touch my toe. It’s hurt.”
Epona the Camp Intern–“I would never touch your toe, hurt or not.”
Sweet Boy#3–“Would you touch Jesus’ toe?”
Epona–“Only if He told me I needed to.”
Sweet Boy#3–“What if touching Jesus’ toe gave you wings?”
Read MoreSweet Boy#1–“We always look like poor, motherless children because of Theo’s hair. There are squirrel nests in there. That’s why they drop pine cones on his head. They’re feeding their babies!”
Read MoreMaybe it was the milk pressure. Maybe my milk pressure was higher and Judah’s milk pressure was lower.
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