half heard in the stillness-- between two waves of the sea.

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Breathing Again.

These allergies. Oh my goodness I feel like I may lose my head. Non-stop itchy nose, nauseating drainage, sinus pressure, sneezing thirty six thousand times in a row. And let me just say sneezing thirty six times in a row can be very extremely seriously dangerous after giving birth three times. I will spare you the details of the day I sneezed while in mid trampoline jump. I do not wish to repeat that awkwardness, bless my heart. Luckily I was...

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Sweaty Milk.

Nothing much exciting is happening here at the moment. My refrigerator decided to die. For the past month or so I’ve noticed that sometimes things in it don’t feel that cold. Then I would check it again a few hours later only to find food frozen. I was beginning to think I was crazy! But this same thing happened to our refrigerator last year at the cabin. (Oh Lord, remember that saga?) It leaked water from the top of the inside...

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Taxidermy.

Today in The Life of Weird Homeschoolers: The children spent at least half an hour petting taxidermy victims in the feed store this morning. Nothing like getting up close and personal with an alarmingly large dead beaver! Or if you’re a certain four year old girl there’s nothing quite like forcing your mother to yell, “For the love of all that is holy stop kissing that poor fox. No we cannot buy it. No you cannot pretend it is still alive and...

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Fun Times.

Saturday was family day for Toyota Motor Manufacturing Kentucky. They buy out King’s Island, an amusement park in Ohio, for the entire day. Everything is free–tickets for everyone on your health insurance plan or an equivalent number of guests, parking, and unlimited drinks. Tyler and Rosie go every year, but this was the first year Ada has been. It was Henry’s first year too, of course. Tyler’s parents also came along and brought my BIL’s daughter Lauren. Rosie and Ada adore...

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I can’t believe this happened.

My Accidentally-Knocked-Up-Kitty gave birth to her kittens too early yesterday. Too much sad. Way too much sad. There were four of them. She tried to get them to nurse and she kept looking at me like, “Why is this not working?” She was purring so loudly, licking them, cuddling them. Ada kept telling her, “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” Rosie is still holding out hope that there are more kittens hidden inside of her that will be born later,...

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Beach, Part Two.

Check this out! This is a fossilized sea urchin. It’s so old that it lived at the same time as the dinosaurs! I know this because I posted it on a fossil hunter forum. They told me its scientific name and that it lived in the late mesozoic era. (I think that’s what they said, too lazy to look back at the moment.) Rosie found it in the ocean because she tripped and fell in a wave, then it hit her...

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Why I homeschool my children.

“I am.” –We have the power of knowing ourselves. “I can.” –We are conscious of the power to do what we perceive we ought to do. “I ought.” –We have within us a moral judge to whom we feel ourselves subject, who points out and requires of us our duty. “I will.” –We determine to exercise that power with a volition that is in itself a step in the execution of what we will. (Words from “When Children Love to Learn”)...

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Beach!

Last week was spent at the beach. It was good. We went to Holden Beach, NC. It’s about an hour from the popular and commercial Myrtle Beach area. Holden Beach is actually an island. It’s quiet and sleepy. When we arrived on Labor Day weekend there were a few small crowds, but as the week started everyone left and there was hardly another person around. Rosie and Ada met several friends on the beach. One little girl Rebecca, really hit it...

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The Drive Home & Homeschooling.

I’m not really sure what to say now. I’m sad. Especially about Misha. I can’t help but wish for some sort of miracle that would allow me to just adopt Misha and live happily ever after. I’m trying not to think of it. The drive home from Atlanta was tough. We passed through so many terrible storms. My 20 year old sister was with me, so at least I wasn’t completely alone. I think the trip will be good birth control...

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Departure.

How can I ever stop replaying those last few moments in my head? The airport’s international departure terminal is bright. White walls. White floors, glistening. New. Floor to ceiling windows line sides of the building, letting in as much natural light as possible. The entire terminal is wide open, with a high arching ceiling. It gives the illusion that everything is shiny and happy, full of fresh air and sunlight. The crowds are small on this day. People mill about in...