Just Because

Just because I love footie pajamas…


Just because I love little boys who wear footie pajamas.


Just because I love late night silly fests with little boys who wear footie pajamas…



Just because I think these two boys are the cutest boys to have ever donned footie pajamas…


Just because I’m pretty sure that those of you without boys in footie pajamas will quickly agree…


Just because it’s been a long, hot summer void of the cuteness of footie pajamas…


And just because I love doing things just because.

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Foody Friday — Everyday Fondue

We love our coconut oil around here. You probably do, too. I love that it melts to liquid in a heat wave and still holds up to high frying temps. I may or may not have been known to sneak a spoonful now and then–especially if it’s Tropical Traditions Gold Label Coconut Oil, that’s my favorite (and not just because they sent me a free jar).

If you didn’t already know, you can dramatically increase the smoke point of your butter or olive oil by adding in some coconut oil. That’s how we pop our popcorn, and it’s yummy. 

Today, I’m giving you a recipe that’s not even a recipe–it’s more like a tip. If you mix together equal parts of coconut oil, honey (or agave), and cocoa powder…

This is what you’ll get!

If your coconut oil is in a solid state, just heat it gently over the stove. Your fondue will stay gooey and melty forever. No heat required!

Enjoy! We did…

…for breakfast!

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Tomorrow, we start the new school year…because one school day before the weekend sounds just about right to me. Today, I’m getting the school room ready and the kids are still in their p.j.s watching cartoons. They are mourning the end of summer, I think.

Tomorrow, I will be sitting at my desk, writing and teaching (and unplugging the internet from 9-1). Today, I’m Facebooking like a mad woman.

Tomorrow, I will be back to my one load of laundry a day. Today, I need to do about five loads to catch up.

Tomorrow, we’ll be eating breakfast by eight. Today, some of us are still finishing our eggs.

As sad as I am to…ummm…stop being so lazy, I really am looking forward to the school year.

Which, you know, starts tomorrow.

Wish me luck!

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Pair of Sixes


Somehow, although I’m still not sure how, Lil Prince and Bay Bit woke up on Saturday morning as six year olds. I made a large pile of french toast while Cuddle Bug and Tiny Dancer rustled and whispered from their bedroom. Then, we all sat down to eat.

Yes, they’re wearing winter pjs. Yes, it’s already getting pretty darn cold at night.

After breakfast, I’d planned to take the six year olds down to our town’s little resale shop to pick out some toys and games. These kiddos love to shop, so I knew they’d appreciate that even more than they would unwrapping a present. And, they did (mostly, they just like the time out alone). But I had to delay our plans a bit. First, their older sisters paraded out of their room with about a dozen of their own prized possessions wrapped in a little pink tissue paper and a lot of toilet paper. Eyes brightened with each rip of paper; and, for a good twenty minutes, little voices ooed and aawed in excited, “Oh my goodness! You shouldn’t have”s.

Have I mentioned that I love my kids?

In case I haven’t, I do. I really, really do.

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A Story About a Dog

Once upon a time, there was a man. This man loved all living things. If you hit it with your car, he’d scrape it off the road and nurse it back to health. Or, at least he’d try to. So, when this man was shown a puppy and promised, “You take it, or I’m taking it to the pound.” This big-hearted man was powerless against the warning. He had himself a puppy.

But then he asked his [estranged] wife if she could help find a home for the puppy. She responded, “I don’t want a puppy,” but she didn’t mean it. He replied, “I’m not asking you to take her!” but he didn’t mean it, either.

Let this story serve as a warning against ever opening your door, even for one day, to a puppy. Because in case you didn’t already know, puppies are magical…

…which is my only explanation for why I now have two.

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Real Life with Really Smart Girls

“You know what’s wrong with these fairy tales?!” she spouted indignantly.

“What?” I looked up and smiled at the seven year old who was about to blow my mind.

Cinderella was strolling over the moonlight bridge with Prince Charming by her side; the music was swelling. For decades, all around the world, little girls’ fantasies have grown ever more distorted as they’ve hummed and flitted along. “He just likes her because she’s pretty,” she said. “She shouldn’t even be wearing that dress until she’s sure about why he likes her,” she went on. “She should have saved that dress for her wedding! He doesn’t really love her right now,” she sighed in utter frustration at a world that isn’t half as smart as she is.

I looked up; I cocked my head and I squinted my eyes. Uh, yeah!” I laughed, cause I thought we were enjoying the movie.

But to those of you who have worried that my faith and forgiveness might be somehow damaging my daughters…

Yeah, I think it’s safe to say that…we’re good.

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A Very Good Place to Start

I’ve always dreamed of a fixer-upper, of a place I could rebuild as I could afford it. Truthfully, I envisioned an old farm house. Definitely not a mobile home.  But God knows exactly what we need. And, who knows, maybe that old farmhouse is still in my future. It’d be a good place to write a book.  I’m not gonna lie, I’m kinda proud of the fact that my first book was written in a trailer (that I rented). Oh, and my second is being written in a trailer (that I own).

Sometimes we wait for the revelation of God’s plan like we wait for His tangible, recognizable blessings. Joseph’s time in prison wasn’t pretty; it was dirty…he was hungry. Still, God planned—preordained to use him there. If Joseph had waited for God to use him until that time when he felt exalted or blessed, God would never have exalted or blessed him.from Day 3, 31 Days to Lovely: A Journey of Forgiveness

And yes, I just quoted myself.

I’ve been promising you pictures of the living room, and the truth is I’m still not quite ready to reveal it. I still haven’t hung anything on the walls (though I know what I want to hang), found a rug, installed baseboards, or had the windows trimmed. But because there is really no telling when I’m gonna do those things…here, my friends, is my little home. Maybe it’s because we just came through a massive hailstorm unscathed that I’m finally posting this reveal. You know how you worry about your car in a bad storm? I’m pretty sure my house still has its wheels.

I apologize for the lack of drama in these photos (not for the lack of drama in my life). Well, these might represent a dramatic enough change, but it’s a shame that I didn’t get pictures while the walls were all brown and the floors were covered in two layers of dirty carpet. Shudder. And just the sheer measure of dirt! It’s now abundantly clear to me why some people won’t rent out their homes.

Still, it’s a good thing that the flooring was so dirty. It gave me a good reason to rip it all out (which revealed water damage that I could have fixed before the new floor went down).

Here’s the closest thing I have to a before…

And this (drum roll please) is my current after (with life happening in it, of course).

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