We just bought a really cool new educational book set for the kids. It’s actually 26 books, interactive computer programs, “cling” stickers and laminated posters. And it was really stinkin’ expensive. But…we have our hearts set on homeschooling, and these books contain most of the subjects I’ve really wanted to start covering. Many of them…
Category: My View
A Meat Idea
We are not a hunting family, but we’ve explained a few things. Brian was trying to help Ian find a good show and flipped through the hunting channel just in time to see a beautiful moose meet a bullet. Ian said, “That moose got shot! Dad, I’m not big enough to use a gun yet,…
Mathmagic
Ian begged me all week to make lemonade. Finally, I bought two bags of lemons and started the project. Our favorite recipe involves a cup of water per lemon and a quarter cup of sugar per lemon, a lot of peeling or zesting, soaking the peels/zest in the sugar, dissolving it in boiled water, removing…
For Dad
Dear Dad, today is a day to pay you special attention, As you stand proudly between your youth and your pension. You met an amazing woman and made her your queen. You had two lovely daughters, a fine son in between. Now you’re a Grandpa to three busy boys. You’ve gained a new daughter to…
Too Many Doostractions
To add to my “if I turn scientist” list of studies: Effect of offspring leg length on maternal response. I just randomly noticed that there is a particular age or size of child that completely changes my reaction to having toes in my face. Babies start off so small and squishy and I want to roll them into a little ball in my arms and chew on them. Their little legs are so stubby and their feet, so chubby, and so nibble-y and kissable. Then one day, somewhere between Elijah-size and Isaac-size, I get a foot in my face, and my gut reaction glowers get that clunky hoof off of me! They haven’t yet stopped being precious, but suddenly they’re more adorable from a distance.
The Red Light Lady
Yesterday, as I sat in traffic near the children’s hospital, heading to Elijah’s CT scan, I remembered a minor event that happened last month when I was leaving the same hospital. It is really insignificant, but it stuck with me due to the range of emotions it provoked, from anger to embarrassment to humility.
I may be tired, but I’m not listless.
I was just thinking about lists. That happens on occasion when I’m using a product I really love, or remembering a piece of knowledge that changed my thinking, and I wish at that moment I could send the Publisher’s Clearing House brigade to every door and present the residents with this great information prize.
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The Lord is my Shepherd. He has provided.I bask in the wholeness of my family, drinking up my sons and finding in each a unique and intoxicating bouquet. Again I smell, kiss, envelop the child for whom I’ve trembled. He grows so strong, snuggled in his garments, the tightly-knitted prayers of a multitude. His laughter…
Wait Lifting
As I wait again in the family waiting area for a NICU surgery to wrap up, I’m reminded of the difficult lessons I’m learning. The first is patience. I’m learning that God has a timeline and I’m better off letting go of mine and embracing His. I have a matryoshka doll of “waits” bobbling in…
The Elijah Cannon: Part 4, Treatment Begins
I was amazed by the size of the CHOA Egleston NICU, the quietness of it, the professionalism, and the hosptality. We could tell immediately that they had “it” figured out here. They understood that the experience was more than a baby in a bed – that each baby comes with a family, and each family…
S.A.H.M. Hill 