These past three weeks since arriving home from Costa Rica have been entirely too busy. This is supposed to be summer where we kick off our flip flops as we fall backwards into a hammock with a great book and ignore all sense of time and responsibility. When it gets hot,we can jump in the pool, and then … Continue reading No lazy summer days here.
When I was pregnant with my third child I decided I qualified for having enough material in my family to try to understand birth order and it’s affect on personality development. Having studied psychology with the ambition to get a doctorate in it (that ended when I fell in love with Craig) this kind of … Continue reading The third child
Craig and I have had the experience of being members in eight churches during our twenty year marriage. This is not normal. In each church we have known and loved people who have generations that have been in the same church for their whole lives. And then there are people like us. We move in, and eventually we … Continue reading The family who prays together stays together.
This evening, a Saturday, Donny offered to take his brothers to see a movie at the theater. They are going to see the Karate Kid, of course, because a couple of them are karate kids and one is a wannabe. We’ll be in trouble with Jack tomorrow, we’ll never hear the end of when we’re going … Continue reading The brotherhood
I might go a little loca if I don’t keep productively busy as I wait for the great wave of the government’s hand beckoning us forward from Uganda signaling it’s time to pack it up and come get our Kira. I shudder at the thought of receiving that news. I might do a Forest Gump, and … Continue reading How to Wait for baby
There are five guys against me here in this household, unless you count my sweet Lucy, our three year old bulldog. For her first two years she was a real girl, but since we got her fixed, she no longer has the girl mood swings that happened twice a year around a full moon. Back in … Continue reading Thoughts on Being the only girl here
Paint me green and call me Fiona then I’ll introduce you to my husband Shrek because we live in a swamp. In our swamp home, in the mucky Houston area, our windows are glossy wet from the humidity that collects every morning and speckled with bugs that wanted out of the heat and got stuck … Continue reading I live in a swamp…(no lookey if you no likey snakes)
I have great passion for photography until it is time to assemble my own family and capture us all at once in one 4X6 frame to somehow represent who we are. Impossible. Just the thought of this task pulls the plug on my enthusiasm and I can feel it all run down the drain. But … Continue reading The making of a family photo…
We have received an update that our little Kira is growing well. She’ll be four months old at the end of this week. There is a big part of me that I keep fenced back from having too much feeling or voice because that part of me has no patience for this waiting period. That’s … Continue reading Expanding our family.
I learned a long time ago to seek Craig’s idea of a perfect father’s day rather than inject my own ideas into his arm and require him to grin and bear the pain. He enjoys a quiet, steady, uneventful day. After church there’s hopefully a long sweaty bike ride for him, a nap and some … Continue reading My husband’s father’s day