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  • Memorial Day and Home Decor

    We had a great Memorial Day. We traveled to my aunt’s house outside of Philly and indulged in a spree of gaming, movies, and fun conversation with masses of kids running, drumming, and making masses of paper houses. …

  • Aspirations

    The kids had a “Dress Up Like A Career You Want to Have When You Grow Up” Day. Surely, that can’t have been the exact name, but it was something along those lines. Abby chose to be a teacher and with great meticulo…

  • Sparkling

    Well, we took the plunge. You can blame it all on our kind-hearted neighbor who sends his teenager over to shovel our driveway before Dave gets home on a blizzardy day and who offers to pick up groceries when he run…

  • Blogging, what's that?

    Sis-in-law up for big homeschooling convention with lots of requisite baby snuggling… endless baseball games... killer Girl Scout overnight with lots of fun activities and way too little sleep and hence lots of cat…

  • Parenting and Sin

    I used to be a nice person, long ago, before parenting began. In my immediate family, I had the reputation for being slow to anger, cheerful, and patient. And once I reached adulthood, I didn’t find it difficult to …

  • Temptations

    A friend was over talking about the great advantages of Blockbuster Online, and for some reason, all reason fled my mind. All I could remember was what I disliked about visiting a video store, and I was persuaded by t…

  • Praying for Ethan

    I've been praying today for a man who goes to my sister's church, a man with three young kids who has been diagnosed with stomach cancer which has metasisized to his bones and is holding onto faith for healing. You can …

  • Church

    I know no one ever comments on these types of posts (and even you anonymous readers can comment now, if there are any of you). But I started this a couple of days ago, and life is too crazy to think of anything else. S…

  • Cockiness or Confidence?

    Andy: Mommy! Mommy! You be the pitcher, and I’ll be the batter. Me (sighing from my comfortable foldable chair, watching a softball game, reluctant to heave myself up): Okay. Andy takes his stance, bat up. …

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