Beyond Bringing Up Boys

How do seven years pass so quickly? It still seems like yesterday that I held this sweet boy close and cried tears of gratefulness for his safe delivery. We long ago decided that our special events are much more fun--filled with those we love and so, if necessary, we move the date to celebrate forward or back depending on when Grandma can come. Grandma B was able to come a few days after Seth's actual birthday so we celebrated on the 2nd of April.  Well, everyone but me celebrated. I slept, mostly, but that's a tale for another time. David's niece, Courtney, was here and she and Grandma helped pull off a happy birthday for Seth.  I'm so grateful! I have absolutely no qualms about admitting that I'm very deficient in my cake-making abilities. However, I do enjoy making the boys' cakes and, so far, they've been pretty tolerant of my amateur skills. When Seth chose his cupcake-cake, I thought it wouldn't be that difficult. And it wasn't really, it ...

It has been such a pleasure to have Zachary at Veritas Classical School this year. Veritas provides classroom instruction one day a week, with an emphasis on classical subjects from a Christian perspective. It is the goal of Veritas to create life-long learners who think Biblically and logically. For the Literary Tea in February, Zachary was required to memorize poetry.  He quoted "The Road Not Taken." Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth. Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same. And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shal...

Sing with me! "Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd, Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks, I don't care if I never get back, Let me root, root, root for the..." Dodgers, Blue Jays, and Athletics... At least that's what I'll be singing for the next several weeks. Today was opening day for the boys' baseball teams.  They were pumped and ready to go! The weather was not exactly cooperative, although Samuel and Seth did get to play. Samuel has dreamed of playing catcher for a few years now and finally has the skills for the position. He played very well today, even from my unbiased opinion, of course. Chances are if Seth is awake, he is thinking about baseball!  He uses cushions from the couch to make bases and has imaginary games nearly every day.  In his mind, he plays every position--even the play-by-play announcer! In real life, he played first base today.  We were all disappointed when Zachary's game was called off due to the sto...

So, maybe I’m just acquiescing to my husband’s mild pressure….”I miss your blogging”. Or maybe I miss writing. Or both. But maybe I’ll try to remember what I used to love to do. Write. I hope I’ve disabled my RSS feed just so I don’t get your hopes up (HA HA). But maybe, just maybe, I’m back.

When we decided to homeschool, I was certain that I wanted to be involved in a homeschool community. The boys would need interaction with other boys. I needed it . The boys would need field trips. I needed it . The boys would need co-op classes. I needed it . Did I mention that I needed it? But never before had I been judged by the number of children that I did NOT have or the size of my uterus (obviously not flourishing, in my case). I distinctly remember sitting week after week in a room that was visibly growing smaller and smaller by expanding pregnant bellies and terminology that I was simply ignorant of until I was simply crowded out. So I really was uncertain of whether to attend the first meeting of our county homeschool chapter. Maybe "belonging" to a homeschool group was just not for me. I arrived with my usual punctuality and saw only ONE conversion van. And much to my relief, other moms like myself, who wanted to discuss curriculum, how to make homeschooling...

January 12, 2009 So many thoughts flood my mind this morning as I try to authentically portray the life of a man – a man who let me call him Pa. Perhaps the best way to characterize my father is to tell you that when I made phone calls on Thursday to tell people about Dad’s passing, several grown men and ladies began sobbing when they heard the news. If Dad had heard them, he probably would have cried too, because he had a heart for people, and he could feel their sorrow. After Dad passed, a dear friend asked me what I would like if I could have anything that had belonged to Dad. At the moment I couldn’t think of anything, so I said, “How about his BMW?” But now I know the true answer: what I most want is what my father has already given to me. First, he gave me a treasure house of wonderful memories. Dad loved to travel, and some of my earliest memories are of his taking us to Scottsbluff National Monument or to a local auditorium where we would watch travelogue presentations ho...

We returned home to a warm house this morning about 1 AM, thanks to our neighbors who came over and turned our heat up. But after a trip that included temperatures of -29 degrees below zero (NOT wind chill) our house temp of 49 degrees may have even felt toasty! Coming back to Atlanta was bittersweet...good to be at home and yet we brought along a hollow sadness and a void in our hearts that will never be replaced. I found this poem in David's paternal grandmother's Bible this morning and it brought a ray of sunshine to my heart. Don't think of him as gone away His journey's just begun Life holds so many facets This earth is only one Just this of him as resting From the sorrows and the tears In a place of warmth and comfort Where there are no days or years Think of how he must be wishing That we could know today How nothing but our sadness Can really pass away And think of him as living In the hearts of those he touched Fro nothing loved is ever lost And he was loved so...