Itching

to write.

I’ve spent a few years trying to blog on a theme, but the problem is I have too many interests to limit my writing. I always find myself writing short essays on something which I haven’t marketed myself as being interested in, so I just save it on my hard drive and move on. It’s a shame to have all these thoughts just wasting away on my hard drive, so I set out to begin a new blog venture… wait…. why? I have this old dusty blog just sitting here waiting for me to give it some attention.

It’s funny to look back at our old posts. We started out as a family blog with a Lutheran bent. We are still Lutherans, but you’ll find us much less likely to go to the teeth on “lutheran issues” now that we’ve been here a while. In fact, I would suspect any of my thoughts on the subject no one would be interested in reading. And my guess is Rob is not going to grace us with his thoughts as he is too busy trotting the globe. Instead, I will use this old domain to bring this new evolved family blog…. or mommy blog I guess…. to the world. It is good to see where we’ve been and the whole scope of who we are.

So here we are. Welcome back to those who’ve come. New thoughts, new tags, new categories. It’s a work in progress, just like the rest of our family.

Having Trouble Sleeping

I just need to get up and go to bed, but I can’t. I’ve been looking back at all the posts from forever ago. Rob is traveling, and I am solo-parenting for the middle of the week. I really need to hit the hay.

But I just needed to say that I think I have been taking too little joy in my kids’ personalities. I need to give Elise more snuggle time, and I need to spend more time reading to Olivia. And even though Cressida is as easy as pie and loves to jump in her bouncy-seat, I should hold her more.  Every day, a new confession.

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How could yo not love these guys?

The Magician’s Nephew

We’re reading through my old Narnia books with the girls. Liv’s been through many of them once before. Elise hasn’t heard them yet, and it seems that she isn’t really ready yet. She got to the end of the book and still thought that Uncle Andrew was a good guy.

Olivia, on the other hand, was hanging on every detail. She bounded out of her bed with excitement when Strawberry became Fledge and grew wings. She hid under her covers when the Witch snuck by them in the mountain range. And she was finally able to sleep soundly when the book came to an end and all the loose ends were properly tied.

As always it was a joy to read these books as an adult. It seems that each time I go through them they strike a new chord with me. This time I felt for the little Digory as he worried for his mother. I was reminded of how real troubles are for our kids. They suffer their worries, and know that there is nothing they can do as they are just powerless little children.

I think Liv is bursting at the seams to start The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. She’ll remember a lot from the last time. But I can’t wait to see what details grab her this trip through.dsc_0212