An Unexpected Weekend

We’ve known for 9 months that we’d need to upgrade our family vehicle, but until this weekend nothing came across our path that a) met our needs and b) was in our price range.

Things worked out, God provided for us, and I’m now the proud (but somewhat intimidated) owner of a large homeschooling family status symbol. AKA, a 12 passenger van.


Now I need driving lessons. I mean practice.

Baby Update: Indy is doing well. He’s growing a lot, eating a lot, sleeping a lot. Usual newborn behaviour. I’m growing slimmer (gradually), also eating a lot, and not sleeping as much as I’d like. I can’t really complain, though, because I do get about 6 hours at night (interrupted by feedings, but Indy is an efficient eater so it’s not too bad). This is more than some of the other babies gave me.


Pokado reads to Indy


Squeaky and Indy


Call Out: Review a book for a free copy.


Last year I was given the opportunity to contribute an essay to a book project headed by Janet McHenry (she’s a Christian speaker and best-selling author).

The book “50 Life Lessons for Grads” will be released Spring of 2018 and the publishing company (Worthy Publishing) is looking for young people in their 20s and 30s to review the book in advance. You do not have to be a college graduate.

In exchange for a 1-2 line review (which could end up in the book or be used for other marketing purposes), reviewers receive a free hard copy.

If this sounds like something you would be interested in doing, please email me or send me a message by tomorrow (Tuesday) with the following:

1) Full name.

2) Email address (to receive a .pdf version of the book for review).

3) Snail mail address (to receive the free hard copy later).

I can imagine you are all super busy with Christmas coming up, so thank you for reading and for considering the offer!

An Oregon Thanksgiving

tmp_12403-WP_20171124_10_38_33_Pro439974511The day began much like other days. Arc and the Princess woke up first and began playing quietly in the living room. At some point one of them noticed the row of outfits–one for each child–sitting neatly on the bench, and then the curiosity grew. They woke up Squeaky, who puzzled over the row of shoes by the clothes, then she noticed the collection of travel food on the table.

Pondering but not sure what to think, she woke up LK. After some group discussion (and the discovery of the packed bathroom bag), they decided to wake up Pokado.

She scanned the rooms, took in the discoveries, and made the declaration.

“We’re going to Oregon. I heard Mom talking to Aunt S the other day.”

Thus began our trip, with excited squeals and a keen sense of adventure.

It was delightful. A much needed vacation. We visited The Dearliest’s brother and his family, hung out with them in their new house, introduced the Princess to the coast (and brought home a decent shell and agate collection), hiked Silver Falls, and of course, gave thanks together in a feast of deliciousness.

Arc and LK were given rides in their uncle’s dump truck, and the girls got to craft their hearts out with their cousins.


We all returned feeling refreshed and renewed. It’s a wonderful feeling.

And October Comes and Goes

I spent October on a sort of mental retreat. I started baking more, sewed up a few baby blankets, crocheted my way through some yarn, and enjoyed the last of the roses. Frost and snow came early this year.



Squeaky had a birthday, but most of us were sick so it was a quieter, smaller affair. The only extra attendant was my first ever carrot cake (it was good).


Homeschooling has been more laid back, which we all needed. During October we went through a chapter on insects in the science book, just in time for the end of caterpillar and grasshopper season. Arc grew fond of katydids in particular (they are all “Squirmy” to him), and for a while several jars sat on the kitchen counter with the bug zoo he and the others built. Now we’re just down to one jar, which houses the pupae of what we think is a butterfly. tmp_7336-IMG_20171107_095711849795916Hopefully it won’t be much longer before we find out.

Arc Anecdote: The Dearliest recently picked up a walk-behind snow blower, which has a very clear warning label on it. “Does this mean that if a black man sticks his hand down the chute, it’ll cut off his hand?” Arc said. The Dearliest assured him the machine didn’t discriminate, it would cut off anybody’s hand. Arc has very carefully informed people of this any time someone gets near the snow blower.

tmp_7336-WP_20171101_10_29_16_Pro630359753LK has been working with the Dearliest to spruce up the little greenhouse. We didn’t use it at all this last year, but LK is motivated to get the LK Corral Nursery going again. Come April we should have a plethora of plants for sale!

My days are slowing down, I’m slowing down. I can’t see my feet anymore, and Baby feet regularly find their way into my ribs. Physically, this has been an easier pregnancy. tmp_7336-IMG_20171107_0942501075269642Emotionally it’s been one of the hardest, but God gave me some extra grace in the last couple months, and I feel I’ve finally recovered from last years’ miscarriages. It’s not something I’ll ever fully get over, I don’t think, but I can face the future without fear now, without the worry and overwhelming sadness I felt for so long.

God is good.


A Song to Rest By

I can’t believe how much of my birthplace is gone. With fires still raging in Sonoma and surrounding counties, my prayers are endless and the fear and worry knocks constantly on my heart.

Imagine my surprise when a song–a song I’ve been hearing every day for weeks thanks to my children’s current obsession with this album–suddenly gave me pause, rest, and renewed hope.

Written to the traditional tune “Londonderry Air,” I give you “Londonderry Prayer” by David Huntsinger. I hope it brings you the same peace it brought to me.

May God give you in every storm a rainbow
in every tear, may He give you a smile
in every care, may he provide a promise
and may He walk beside you every mile.

May God give you, in every hurt a healing
in every sigh, may He give you a song
and may you dwell within the shadow of His wings,
and in that secret place find strength to carry on.

And when your journey leads you through the wilderness
may you find refuge in that weary land
may every valley lead you to a mountain top
and all your steps be steadied by His Hand.

May God give you in every hurt a healing
in every sigh, may He give you a song
and may you dwell within the shadow of His wings
and in that secret place find strength to carry on.

My home county is facing fires.

My parents are safe in their little town so far (my grandmother and aunt evacuated to their house), but fire has engulphed a large portion of the area I grew up in.

A number of my family and friends were evacuated in the middle of the night, and as of now several have lost their homes. Neighborhoods I drove through daily, businesses I frequented, are gone. 

Support is coming in from neighboring areas, but my understanding is that the focus has mostly been on getting people out, not containment.

My prayers are with everyone in Sonoma County, and I ask for your prayers as well in the face of this disaster.