{Work in Progress Wednesday}

“One can acquire everything in solitude except character.”  -Stendhal

(Work in progress: Math-U-See Stewardship class with one of our favorite families, a lovely cup of mid-morning coffee, and yet another Simple Baby Bib, this one in Sugar’N Cream key lime pie colorway)

We’d love to see your works in progress. Something that makes you feel simple, full, or creative. Something you’re making. Something you’re doing (folding a pile of laundry–again?). Something you’re planning. Share in the comments!

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On adoption

Even though we read the books, we combed the websites, we sat through the videos, and we listened to the podcasts, we were unprepared. When it came down to the real hurt, the real struggle, the real questions with our real child …

Nothing can ever, truly prepare you.

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Feeding the People {a large family’s 2-week meal plan with recipe links}

Way back when I was pregnant with Simon (is he really 16 months old?) I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. And the thing was, it surprised no one. Not my OB, who had long marveled at my penchant for birthing 10 pound babies. Not my family, which is dominated by women whose body types lean towards a soft, pillowy shape. And least of all me, who had seen it coming for years. The writing was on the wall. The battle between my body and my genes was ramping up, and this was a shot across the bow. If I didn’t take this seriously, I’d end up as one of the women for whom GD is a precursor to Type II diabetes. I’d join the majority of my family members in being part of the new, sad class of Americans for whom controlling blood sugar is a way of life. I didn’t like where all of this was headed, and so I threw myself into the diet, I took my meds, and I delighted in the fact that I felt great and the diet wasn’t that tough, really.

And then my baby was born. And real life happened. And before too long, I was back into my old habits.

Funny how that happens.

So here I am, 16 months later. I’m not thrilled with my weight, I’m not feeling great, and I’m almost 40. All those things that I knew to be true when Simon was still a mysterious little gift waiting to be born are even more true than they were then. Which means that I have to do something about it. Not for the health of my baby, per se … but for my own health. If you’re a mom, you know that that’s the tallest order of all. I mean, I’d gladly cut my arm off for one of my kids. But for myself? Gee, I dunno …

All of this to say that you’ll notice a slight shift in the menu over the next little bit. While I’ll be substituting some of my own options, what you’ll see here will be the food for the general family. However, I’ll also be leaning on some of my diabetic-friendly go-tos as well as sampling new meals that are easy on the glycemic index. I’m trying some of the Trim Healthy Mama recipes, and even adapting some of my own tried-and-trues to be carb-friendly. Hopefully, the end result will be some shed pounds and a healthier body. Pray for me, ok?

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{Work in Progress Wednesdays}

“I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.” –Mark Twain

(Work in progress: Our epic farewell tour.)

We’d love to see your works in progress. Something that makes you feel simple, full, or creative. Something you’re making. Something you’re doing (folding a pile of laundry–again?). Something you’re planning. Share in the comments!

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It adds up

Like most new homeschoolers, I came into this whole affair with preconceived notions. I was a product of institutionalized education. It was all I knew; and, clearly, it had done a fairly decent job in accomplishing the goal of producing a productive citizen. So when I sat down to begin teaching my first child, it was with the same structure and sequence in mind with which I had learned. You know the drill: reading in kindergarten, multiplication in third grade, biology in tenth. The catalogs of colorful curriculum options backed up the mindset with which I was familiar. I could, with very little effort on my behalf, have an entire year’s worth of pre-selected supplies and materials delivered to my door-step simply by checking the box marked “kindergarten.”

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Perspective

It had been a long day. As if an en masse trip to Costco wasn’t enough to set us off course, we had also managed a doctor’s appointment, Target, and the Osh Kosh outlet. Then there was the epic trip home, which lined up perfectly with rush hour traffic in the most congested corridor in our county.

We were worn out, y’all.

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Cake, culture, and carrots

A couple of years ago, our family Bible studies slipped from simple, elementary themes and on into deeper theological waters. In other words, they finally gained the traction that one gathers once general knowledge is down pat and real theology comes to the forefront. Another way of putting it would be to say that they got more fun. And longer. There’s always that.

{Work in Progress Wednesday}

“It is the nature of the child to be dependent, and it is the nature of dependence to be outgrown. Begrudging dependency because it is not independence is like begrudging winter because it is not yet spring. Dependency blossoms into independence in its own time.” — Peggy O’Mara

(Work in progress: mastering cables on a sweet bib ordered for my little nephew, B. Can’t wait to see it on his little roly poly neck!)

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It’s a small world after all

Recently I saw a meme floating around that just about made me cry. I won’t post it here, but suffice it to say there are some people in the world who can’t keep condiments and continents straight.

Folks, this just should not be.

After I got my shoulders down from around my ears and managed to unclench my jaw, I grabbed the nearest child– who happened to be 3 year-old Birdie– and demanded, “Name the continents.” After dutifully recounting “Norf America, Souf America, U-rop, Asia, and Ausssstrail-yuh! Africa! Ant-arc-tick-uh! These are the continents!” in her delightful sing-song voice, she then gave me the run down of the oceans. I then dragged her sweet little self over to our massive wall map and had her sing the song again, this time pointing to the appropriate land masses.

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