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

Parenting is… 7

Parenting is…

Parenting is such a funny thing. When Rosie was a baby I had definite ideals about how I would raise her–especially regarding discipline. I read a lot of books.  A LOT of books. It was going to work like this: There would be no spanking, no time-outs, and no praise. (I know the praise thing confuses people–I mean no “good job” or “good sharing” crap, anyone notice how it’s way over used?  Doesn’t mean you can’t ever say, “Wow I love the way you colored that...

Another No. 2

Another No.

Disappointing. Again! The farm was almost perfect.  We really liked the house. However…the 10 acres has no road frontage.  How, you might ask, would you get to your house if it doesn’t sit up on the road?  Oh, well you have to drive up the neighbor’s driveway, then open the gate to their field of donkeys.  Drive through the donkeys, then open another gate where the driveway ends.  Then there’s sort of a car path through the field up to the...

Blast Ended Skrewts, etc. 2

Blast Ended Skrewts, etc.

This little guy has been hanging out on my front porch in the garden bed for a week now.  I love how expressive bugs are when you get up close. Hard to tell from this macro picture, but this is a baby praying mantis just a little larger than my thumbnail.  Rosie and I had so much fun stalking him.     I love the way they cock their heads to stare up at you!  I happened to notice that his eyeballs can...

A Bigger Farm? 2

A Bigger Farm?

I’ve found one more house that we *really* like.  It’s 15 miles from Tyler’s work, but that’s still only about $80 a month in gas compared to the $300 per month we spend now. This house is on 10 acres of beautiful rolling pasture.  Right now it’s a cattle farm, judging by the pictures online.  (The property taxes would be about $1,000 a year. Not too horrible.) Tyler and I both really like this one.  It’s only three years old, so hopefully...

Not it. 3

Not it.

Oh my. This was NOT the right house. I think a hoarder lives there.  It was *nothing* like the pictures.  The ceilings of the upstairs bedrooms were so low, combined with the sloped walls…it was claustrophobic.  Not only that, there were no closets! The clutter was everywhere.  We could barely see the walls.  There were huge deer heads and stuffed turkeys all over the place downstairs. The cellar/basement had a damp floor with clutter mildewing in it. The big barn outside...

The Little Farm House. 1

The Little Farm House.

Tomorrow morning we’re going to look at a perfect little farm house.  It’s an 1800 sq. ft house, sitting on 7 beautiful rolling acres with a big 30×50 foot barn that has electric.  The property is only 8 miles from Tyler’s work.  Right now we spend at least $300 a month in gas and his commute is an hour.  Can you imagine living 8 miles away!? This farm, this house…they are exactly what I’ve been dreaming of since I was little. Tyler...

This is Summer. 3

This is Summer.

I’ve been busy living life. Go figure, right? Instagram makes it so easy to snap pictures with my iPhone and create quick memories.  I don’t have a lot of time to edit real photos lately.  I even tested prints from iPhone photos, I got 5×5’s, and they came out great.  The ones I got printed were Hipstamatics.  I bet the Instagrams will be even better!  (I got them printed from WHCC, the professional place I use for clients.) Check out my fridge!  These are the 5×5...

10,000 Fireflies. 0

10,000 Fireflies.

    I saw the most beautiful thing. Outside at dusk in a field, surrounded by fluffy thunderhead clouds turned pink by the sunset. The pink clouds were flashing with lightening. In every direction lightening bugs were flashing in the darkness, causing the air to twinkle. I love summer nights!      

Icky! 1


Dearest Ada, It is not ok to swim in the duck water.  They poo in there! I know you think it’s great fun, but it makes you smell terrible.  Plus ingesting poo water is really no good. Pout all you want my dear baby, but you absolutely cannot swim in there!   Love, Momma          

Rosie is done nursing. 37

Rosie is done nursing.

I remember how much I first struggled to get Rosie to nurse when she was a newborn. She wouldn’t latch on.  She just wouldn’t.  She arched her back and screamed. I didn’t know what to do. I thought she hated me.  I remember one night, when we’d only been home from the hospital for maybe a day or two, I laid her down on the bed and sobbed and sobbed because I was certain she hated me and that was why she reacted so strongly every...