Today was not unlike any other day, complete with the high pitched whine of roll after roll of SCOTCH TAPE!  My middle-est son, Brody, outdid himself today.  "Mama, check out my wicked Wolverine costume."

As I took this photo this afternoon I remembered another post all about Scotch Tape... and one of our more challenging days.

(AUGUST 2011)

On the last day of the bo...

Oh that God would give every mother a vision of the glory and splendor of the work that is given to her when a babe is place in her bosom to be nursed and trained! Could she have but one glimpse in to the future of that life as it reaches on into eternity; could she look into its soul to see its possibilities; could she be made to understand her own personal responsibility for the training of this child, for the development of its life, and for its destiny,--she w...

"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control...  Since we live by the Spirit let us keep in step with the Spirit!"

There are days (even seasons) when the fruit of God's Spirit in our home has been sour and rancid...

Last night as I tucked my oldest into bed I reached for our weathered copy of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass and thumbed through looking for something that might capture my 8 year old's heart and imagination.  I struck GOLD with this one:

O CAPTAIN! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done;

On a Holiday such as Thanksgiving I love a perfectly set table with gleaming crystal and an overflowing fragrant centerpiece; I love the gentle strains of a string quartet mingling with the aromas brought on by 24 hours of cooking.  O... and how I LOVE well groomed children wearing coordinating shirts, sitting patiently (and thankfully) around the table, eagerly awaiting our feast!  But let's be realistic here... 

Here is Asher, my littlest Roman!  

Today in our homeschool we ventured into the life of Julius Caesar. We read about his military conquests and ascent from one of Rome's three Consuls to Dictator over the entire Ro...

When I tell people I have three strong-willed boys I often hear "O, I have one of those too... My little Ashley knows exactly what she wants and will pout until she gets it."

Uh...

Some of the reasons I wanted to homeschool my three sons: 

-I wanted them to get outside and live what they were learning.

-I didn't want them bored.

-I wanted them to learn to love real, living literature.

-I wanted to raise men who knew the history of our world from a Christian perspective.