I have four kids whom I love and adore. They are my sun, moon, heart, and all the other ridiculous sappy things. Additionally, I homeschool four said kids. This means they are also the cause of the tic under my left eye and why I sneak chocolate in the pantry on tough days. But even… Continue reading The Real Challenge of Parenting…and no, it’s not our kids.
The oldest Coconut leaves for Africa on a mission trip in less than 24 hours, and I don’t even know how we got here. Wasn’t it just yesterday she was 11, starting middle school, knowing everything about everything, and humiliated that I would even think about wearing THAT out of the house? Or maybe it… Continue reading Coconut #1 Goes to Africa
My Darling Girl, Thirteen years ago, when you were placed on my chest, warm, wet, and full of life I did not see this moment. I only saw my first born baby girl with perfect bow-shaped lips and tiny fingers and toes. I felt the intense rush of motherly love burn fierce and hot in… Continue reading A Letter to My Birthday Girl
To the mom hiding behind your computer screen, searching for the next best curriculum….I know you well. You spent months researching different home school programs, curriculum, groups, and how-to’s. You read every blog, article, meme, and Facebook post that had anything to do with homeschooling. You talked to your spouse, to your friends, and to… Continue reading An Open Letter to the New Home School Momma
When Coconut #1 was about a year and a half, Hubby and I decided we were doing so well with her (she hadn't been to prison, nor was she hooked on drugs) that we wanted to try for a boy. Like we had a say so in it. Anyway, we prayed and God in His… Continue reading The Coconut Chronicles: Why God Gave Me a Boy
Hanging with the Coconuts is pretty cool. We are in the midst of summer break and I am loving having so much down time to spend with them. However, I must say that this years 4th of July festivities pretty much wore me out. See, we went to the Crazy G Ranch to spend 2 nights with… Continue reading The Coconut Chronicles: Journey to the Crazy G
Warning! Rant Following! I hate Barbie. I realize how strong that word is and I really hate Barbie. I hate her tiny little high heels that end up lost and then mysteriously reappear, impaled into the bottom of my foot at 3am as I make my way to the bathroom. I hate her stupid pink convertible… Continue reading The Coconut Chronicles and the Barbie Nemisis