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School days at home with my boys look different than I ever could have imagined.

I have to admit that many mornings we never make it out of our PJ’s.

Around 10am, right when we are in the thick of things the baby likes to have a gnarly meltdown.

Daily there is something I don’t know how to explain, something that tries my patience, something that makes me feel I am walking a fine line with failure.

but

in spite of and because of all this…

 

These school days are filled with golden light, laughter, wonder, high fives, small triumphs and miraculous breakthroughs.

They smell of cookies and science experiments.

They have letters and numbers scrawled in childish handwriting across them, crayons clutched tight.

Learning the wonder that is this world, created by our maker.

Understanding that knowledge is not wisdom, but both can be born in a tree, on the floor or the couch, at the kitchen table or a sandy beach.

Learning how to fly high, learning how to fall softly and get right back up again.

Making spider cookies and backyard volcanoes. Digging up dinosaurs first thing in the morning.

Treasuring the moments that I never pictured would look like this,

crazy perfect.

 

3-4-2011 . 85mm1.2L

 

We LOVE the charter school and we LOVE our homeschool days! However, there are only 8 wks left till summer break and everyone is coming down with a touch of Summeritis. I think it goes around early here in Cali since winter is so fleeting.

Anyway, trying to keep the last couple months happy, meaningful and productive! Looking back lends a little perspective…

btw, my Mom has made me and my brothers, and now my kids a pencil card every year since I started Kindergarten at an old school desk with a new box of paints in the basement of our rented house next to Bryan Park

8-30-10 . 24-70 2.8L

I bought the baby man this “Taille O”  outfit from the UK at a little boutique over by our favorite weekend hang out the Pannikin. It was half off  which brought it from ridiculously expensive for a baby down to reasonably worth the cuteness factor.

TAILLE means SIZE and this outfit marked his passing from infant to baby leaving Size Zero behind, stepping into who he will Become…

He was rapidly outgrowing all his 3-6 mo clothes as he verged on baby – leaving infant in the dust big time! I didn’t feel ready for his rolling over, eating food days to begin because I didn’t want to get any closer to loosing his super cuddly, snuggly, wearing him constantly days.

These clothes eased the transition, bridging the gap with the joy of seeing him sprout into a little person, my baby man, my Jeremiah. No longer just a ball of adorable smoosh but with many days of smunching still ahead of him. Yep those are technical terms! I am known in my house to indulge in shameless babytalk and making up of words.

So there he is at almost 6 months and yep he sure did out grow that outfit in about two weeks! It was oh so worth it to button those little button though.

and… thankfully! at 7 months and counting he still snuggles up and sleeps on me everyday and loves to bob along in his own personal carriage strapped to the front of mommy! He is getting heavy but he makes up for that with all the fun antics he keeps coming up with!

What a magical time this is – Supercalafragilisticexpialidocious to be exact! spelling???

2-21-11 . 85mm

Sunday morning, quiet snuggles, waking light

These are the moments of my life. The gifts God has given. The reason for everything. My whole world, my joy and fear, my love and hope,

and this is the man that makes them happen.

This is the man who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, and shelters me from it.

When things go wrong he takes the fall and when he saves the day he never expects a word of praise.

He has fought wars, he has changed diapers, he has lost and loved and still carries the heart of a child.

This is the man who loves hardheaded me and somehow wisely leads me.

We have walked through the valley of the shadow of death together and made it through, barely hanging on to eachother’s hands…

barely hanging on, but still in love and falling deeper so into eachother’s arms.

He was the rock I dashed myself against while the storm raged.

He was the rock I hid inside when I could take no more.

His steadiness bore my questioning, bitterness, fear and rage, and when I would try to run away he gently waited and brought me back.

He has seen the ugliness of death and life, the confusion and mess, epic tragedies and quiet crisis and still he believes that goodness is true.

He had no one to turn to but God, and He kept us walking by His side.

I am so thankful for this man, more thankful than I can say

I am incapable of repaying even a tiny bit of what he has given me but I will keep trying…

Wounds are healing and life is beckoning, beautiful, faithful and new.

 

 

For a little girl’s birthday party I just HAD to make something pretty and I wanted it to have ruffles, but I had never sewn a ruffle before. The morning of the party, baby man and I disappeared into sewing machine land while the rest of the family did some epic Lego building. (After Dad made his famous Saturday morning pancakes of course! )

I made a little purse just the size to hold a Fancy Nancy sticker book or coloring books. And I put a ruffle around the top! Ooohhh it was satisfying.

Sorry no tutorial here. I made it up as I went and probably couldn’t exactly recreate it. But you’re welcome to use the photos for inspiration. I’m sure someone has done the same thing much better…  All I cared was I had a snuggly baby next to me and I got to make something pretty and ruffly for once!

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