Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Bouncy house

We had a church wide picnic tonight. It was fun. There was bluegrass music, barbecue and a bouncy house.  My children lived through the day for that bouncy house. They knew it was coming and every hour they wanted to know if that hour were the appointed hour for the bouncy house.

"No, just ____ more hours." I repeated 47 times.

Then we parked and unsnapped the car seats and clambered into the evening and we could hear the twang of banjo music. Around a hydrangea corner, and there it was--a giant red

Tuesday, September 2, 2014


I brought a potato into my bed tonight because I wanted to write about it. I wanted to write about the crusted soil and the mica flecks and the warm sun on the necks of my children as we harvested it. I even drought the paper bag, torn flat and made doubly useful to cure my precious potatoes. But the basket, trying to contain laundry all needing to be folded but put off and forgotten so now it ought to be ironed, stares primly from the foot of the bed. I know what it's thinking: tasks put off multiply.


My knee is being corrugated by coloring books. We have stacks of coloring books. Pre-formed imaginings. I had planned to put them in the basket with the rest, but we have so many my oversight doesn't matter.

A butterflies and bubbles blanket, lies on the corner of my bed almost covering my first outfit of the

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Lemon Chicken Orzo

I used to love to cook. I used to use leafy things with fruity things. I used to make herbed syrups.

Then I had kids.

A sweet lady at my church, fishing for conversational fodder with my four year old daughter, asked what Annabel's favorite food was.

"Fingernails and cardboard."

We have since coached her to say, "cake."

This is better. Much more acceptable for my pink frilly daughter to love cake.

Also, she has, on more than one occasion, eaten an entire stick of sidewalk chalk. I think she really likes the neutral colors best. I never thought I would have to tell my kids not to eat chalk. I thought,

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Lay your burdens down

You know what?

I dried a load of clothes in the ELECTRIC dryer today.

It was perfectly sunny and breezy outside where my clothes line is. Perfect line drying weather. Like God woke up this morning and stretched and pronounced that today, blessed would be the line dryers, for they would receive freshness.

Of course I felt guilty.


Why, because life is one big huge competition and if I don't do everything that every other successful,