All Boyds, all the time.
We had our first day of the homeschool year yesterday, and I’m so pleased to say that we weathered it without any tears or mood-altering substances. (As long as you don’t count chocolate.) Continue reading “Bathroom Math and other tales from our first day of homeschool 2013”
I set out to make a cream pie every month for a year, and by jove, I did it. And if you want to know our “cream-of-the-crop” favorite picks, read on! Continue reading “The great cream pie project”
About every five years, I remove several inches of my hair from my head. It just happened again! Continue reading “My quinquennial short(er) haircut”
There is something qualitatively different about life on vacation. Do you think it might be possible to bring some of that back home, too? Continue reading “Putting a little vacation into everyday life”
In the wee hours earlier this week, our whole family headed out in the middle of the night for some stargazing. The girls are still trying to decide whether it was worth it. Continue reading “Sometimes you just have to do things in your pajamas”
Well, I took a trip to the emergency room on Wednesday. I would have written about it sooner except I was a little worried about bleeding on the keyboard. Continue reading “How to enjoy your visit to the emergency room”
Our seven-year-old daughter will only wear one particular set of clothes. This is one of the many reasons we are grateful for our new washing machine. Continue reading “Help! My kid will wear only one set of clothes!”
Pinky, Marvin, Curvy Horns, Hamsty, Paddington, Chickie, Fuzzarino, Lamby, Sheepy, Splashy. . . Our five-year-old daughter has never met a stuffed animal she didn’t like. Continue reading “Rosie and her animals”
This spring we reached a milestone in homeschooling: we finished our first textbook. Continue reading “We taught our child to read in 100 easy lessons”
When our children were babies, I thought I would never have a quiet time with God again. It seemed unthinkable to encounter a moment of silence that I would not want filled with sleep. But for the past few weeks, I’ve been finding myself sitting in this chair in the early mornings, reading the same passage from Luke over and over. And looking forward to it. Continue reading “Return of the quiet time”