CHILDHOOD

Homeschooling Anywhere with Mamoo Kids

From a young age, my children have each had their own bags, fitted to their size for a few of their favorite things. It seemed an easy way to teach them about responsibility and forethought while also giving them something that was their…

the playful home

I loved the early years of motherhood, the snuggly, baby-wearing years filled with firsts and discovery. At times, I miss the kids' chubby baby legs or our quiet moments nursing and reading aloud together. I miss how organized and simple…

11.

As you turn a year older, Liam, and slip into what, in reality, is the last half of your time at home with us, we want to use these years both to hold you more closely and fling you forward into your destiny, the person God has had in his heart…
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a simple backyard adventure

Last week, I sprained my ankle while running with the kids. It was silly really--a moment of looking back to check on the younger girls while my feet still carried me forward right into one of my sons. I ended up rolling over my foot and…

05/52

It snowed this week--merely a light dusting of ice, but the kids didn't care. They put on their warmest garb--which wasn't quite warm or waterproofed enough for the duration--and with sock-covered hands, they packed snowballs and miniature…
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the last of fall

To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, An eternity in an hour. {william blake} --------------------------------------------------------- I'm thankful for seasons,…
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all in a weekend

  Rest and be thankful. ― William Wordsworth Sometimes I think about the early days of our family, when we'd harness babies to our bodies and walk without aim, just to be together. To be. Sometimes we used words and held hands.…

spilled milk | laughter

One day our life will be quiet and clean just as it was in the beginning before kids, and I always hope that in those days, I remember making the most of the dirty, hard years, to have lived deeply, as Thoreau put it, sucking all the marrow…