Cloistered Away
is a lifestyle blog, focused on simple, purposeful family living, written by Bethany Douglass.
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the snowy day
We don’t get much snow here in central Texas; endless, hot summer days infested by mosquitos seem to be more our thing. So when giant, icy cotton balls fall from the sky, here, it is magical.
moths, rust, and three year olds
Parenthood is so consuming. We scour books, searching for some sort of direction and instruction; we probe friends and family, discussing disappointments and achievements alike, gleaning any sort of feedback possible; but most of all, we
little words
In honor of today, the kids and I have been reading books and talking about MLK Jr., which of course has led to much larger conversations of segregation, perseverance, hatred, and the power of words
“don’t call it a comeback.”
As some of you already know, Blythe took a tire swing (carrying Liam) to the face LL Cool J style last week. Convinced her tooth was lodged somewhere in her bleeding, oversized lip, we made
rearview mirror: 2009 in pictures
It seems entirely appropriate to celebrate the end of 2009 by going to bed early (and NOT due to pregnancy). This year exhausted me. Too many big events happened this year not to document, and
little words
This one is for the lot of you who so patiently keep returning here to our poor, neglected blog. Yes, you, who regularly request by email, by phone, or in passing conversation for more, more,
happy 3rd birthday, blythe.
This last year I often told people, “someone should write a book paralleling toddlers and teenagers.” Both stages, somehow awkardly trapped in the continuum of maturity, force all of us (at some point) to reconcile
happy 6th birthday liam
Dad and I often refer to you as a man trapped in a boy’s body: a man-child, I suppose. The other day we were talking about creation, memorizing the first lines in Genesis, when you
goodbye grandma.
Yesterday morning Kristen came over with all the ingredients to make your special spaghetti sauce. Who knew that yesterday, the day we chopped and talked and pureed and laughed and cried (from all the onions)