It was a Poet-Philosopher’s Dream – to watch Life of Pi tonight with my family. To watch the beautiful interpretation of delving into oneself to learn about the great unknowns, the enormou...
It has been a crazy day. Bean started out doing some artwork out of my What Your Preschooler Needs to Know book – with lots of paint and colors to keep him occupied while I got a turkey into the...
While we were waiting for Scott’s amazing Enchilada’s to finish cooking, we played our standard, challenging, wonderful math games at the table. After dinner, Ben went out to the shop with...
Bean and I played with our food today at snack time, spelling his name in Bunnies and Goldfish crackers....
The boys had a friend over to spend the night, and one of the things they just HAD to show him was the Diet Coke and Mentos Science Explosion we’d done together a while back. This one just doesn...
Words and phrases fascinate me. A stunning turn of phrase can take my breath away. I am a bit of a mystic and philosophy and poetry move me. The first author I completely fell for was Madeline L’...
Suddenly, I’m not tired anymore. My last day at my job was a week and a half ago and I’ve been sick, and voiceless ever since my first day home. That was not the entrance into this new lif...
Because we had only had moments to play with the new PURO game on Tuesday, the boys requested that they be able to play with it some more for Science night. It is rather scientific in a design/build/e...
After a great first day back home for mom -Art & Music Day out exploring a gallery, and then playing and riding bikes, and getting filthy dirty, “As Boys Should Be,” claim my boys̷...
Since I am no longer working full-time at a regular day job, but at home with our farm and our tree service, my preschooler, and my 3rd grader… I am able to pick Ben up from school on his Early ...
We completely ran out of time for Math Games. But, I’d recently bought this amazing product at Barnes and Noble, and had it stowed in my closet for a good time, and this seemed like the perfect ...
This time is the time I feel closest to the page; here, at this table, with a warm cup of coffee, now, in the wee hours, dark all around me, sun not ready to peak over the ridge for several hours, chi...
It’s like a fireworks: well, no, it’s really like a Persian rug.” Rainer Maria Rilke It is a comfort that even great writers fumble over themselves to find words to describe loveline...
For starters, this was supposed to be finished yesterday, when it was still Vincent Van Gogh’s birthday. It is a whole lot of thoughts mulling around about being an artist, and what it means to ...
Whatever you may believe about the formations of crop circles, whether they are made by pranksters or by some other means; to put any time into studying them, proves they are not easy to dismis...
There is nothing like the smell of fresh Rosemary fresh between fingers, fresh from the garden, dirt under nails from digging, dirt on knees; you could say from praying, but it isn’t, really. Un...
This may or may not circle around to making any sense. It is the middle of the night, I am finally not exhausted, and I am feeling philosophical. Ben said an interesting thing yesterday about buses be...
We were out later last night than ever before, I’m pretty sure. Somehow after our afternoon chores, we ended up going out to our Goat Mentor’s place – way over in Applegate. It is al...
This morning I read The General Comment to Article 31 (the Right to Play) of the United Nations Convention on the Rights of the Child. It gave me hope after a week of deep sadness based on just knowin...
Never before have I been so turned upside down by setting the clocks ahead one hour. On Sunday morning, my iPhone alarm went off at 4:15, as usual. The rest of the clocks still said 3:15 am – wh...
We just picked up seven more bottle babies this morning. Scott and I just fed them their bottles and then the boys went into their pen to snuggle with them. The youngest is four days old. Some of them...
This morning, I started out my reading time with a little poetry from Billy Collins. The title of this article is a line from his poem Canada, from the book, “Sailing Alone Around the Room.̶...
We started with Dessert First, because Bean won a Gift Certificate to Dairy Queen from our local Credit Union. He had answered the kid’s quiz about which Presidents were on which bills. He was v...
That’s right! We have a big plan. Nothing quite as big as this, but big for us. We want to paint the ceiling of our laundry room in honor of Michelangelo’s birthday, March 6th, 1475. This ...
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