Saturday, August 27, 2016

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Backyard Beauty

A freshly mowed lawn, daisies, and beets.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Ukulele

We know two chords so we can play two songs! Skip to my Lou, and Ensie Wensie Spider.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Monday, August 22, 2016



 We are trying to get the girls room looking cute. Clara has been so patient. 1st the beds came, now the wainscoting. Next painting!



Sunday, August 21, 2016

Backyard Camping

We started with the classic smores and the ambition that the children would sleep the whole night. We had the rule that if they came in at all they would have to stay in. By 10 o'clock they were all inside and in there beds voluntarily. Still they had a great time and we will try again!

Saturday, August 20, 2016

One Art

John is losing teeth! It is true. And going along with it, here is one of my favorite poems. It talks about losing things, so I feel it is appropriate. With this new development in John's life I feel like I am losing something too. But it is an art that I too need to master and as John grows he will also have to deal with it too. It is more then just losing teeth. It is a universal theme to us all. Tragic, good and beautiful.
 
 One Art
-Elizabeth Bishop
 
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.