Always Real, Faith

Wherein We Speak of YKW

Today’s topic is YKW, which shall be code for ‘you know what’ which shall be code for well, you know. . .  It’s not that I am Victorian when it comes to the topic of YKW, it’s just that I’d prefer Google not send a certain audience of seekers to my humble wholesome blog, so therefore I have developed my own dorky top secret code.  So then, now you are in the know about YKW. * * * * * Sean prefers to sit with AD and I in our Sunday school class.  And we don’t…

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Always Real, Antique Embarrassment

A Big Conversation

We have a number of friends who home school their children and one of the traits that AD and I have observed in these kiddos that we admire is their comfort and poise in speaking with adults.  We are impressed with how they look us in the eye when speaking to us, how they speak in complete sentences, how they thoughtfully and appropriately engage us in conversation, both contributing and inquiring.    Of course it would be a gross over-generalization to attribute this solely to homeschooling but that seems to be the common denominator in our limited…

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Always Real, Parenting Gone Awry

The Value Of A Good Coconut Tree

Sunday was a slow and rainy day, very much welcome as we have not had rain here since 1996.  It’s true, ask my lawn. Rain brushed against the windows and falling acorns made the sound of popcorn popping as the wind shook them from the trees onto the roof.  Football noise filled the house and AD dozed on the couch in front of the TV.  Which left Sean and me with a wonderful afternoon of nothingness to fill.  It was a perfect day for artsy people like us, so we called up our inner-Picassos and sought…

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Always Real, Parenting Gone Awry, School, Wivian

Jackets Lost And Found

So far we have had two chilly mornings.  So far Sean has worn a jacket to school two times. So far Sean has lost two jackets. So this morning, as he put on his 3rd and final jacket, I said to him that his first order of business today was to locate the other two jackets. “Mom,” he said, “If the jackets are not claimed within so many days they give them to someone who does not have a jacket.” “Sean,” I said, “That someone without a jacket may be you if you don’t come home…

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Always Real, Antique Childhood, Makes Me Sigh, School

School Dazed

The last time I wrote here, Sean and I were coming to the end of his of first grade year of school.  I say “Sean and I”  because, really, it was not just his first grade – it occupied a large share of my time and my thinking and my emotional space too.  It was my first grade experience by proxy; a much needed do-over of sorts for me. It seemed to me that first grade would be a pivotal point in Sean’s academic career.  In that first school year, he would either decide school was…

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Always Real, School

Why There Are No 1st Graders In The Secret Service

As he walked towards me, I could see that something wasn’t right. That is not to say that I saw anything unusual, but my momtennae went up. There was something about his posture and his expression, something that telegraphed that all was not well. His hair was a crazy mess.  Nothing unusual about that. He had a red popsicle ring around his mouth which matched the red splotches on the front of his t-shirt, also not so very unusual. I took his backpack from him and slung it over my shoulder. “Hi dude! How was your…

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Always Real, Hallmark Holidays

Mother’s Day

When I picked Sean up from school today he thrust a handful of papers at me along with his backpack and took off up the hill to run and play with his friends.   When we got home, he saw that I was looking at the papers he had handed me. “Mom!” he cried, “Don’t look!” “What?” I said, “You HANDED them to me!” “Okay, you can look,” he said, “But don’t look at everything.  Just pick the one thing you want.” So I agreed to that and chose this lovely portrait of me.  He said he…

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Always Real

The Machine Kicker

Not too long ago, Sean was invited to a roller skating birthday party.  It was at a big roller skating rink where several birthday parties were held at the same time making it unclear which kid belonged to which party. It was one big crazy mass of rolling kids all jacked up on icing which makes for good times indeed. Much to my dismay, my son does not have the skating mojo.  Skating to me is the equivalent of say, walking or breathing.  It is unthinkable to me that anyone could not automatically know how to…

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Always Real, Antique Crazy, Cooking and Recipes

A Smashing Dinner Party

I love to have people over for dinner.  I think hosting small dinner parties of four to six, is about the funnest thing you can do.  But, in all honestly, since Sean was born, I have not done as much of that sort of thing as I like to do.  I am out of dinner party shape.  But now that Sean is getting older, it’s a lot easier and so I have been trying to get back in the swing of entertaining. If you did not know, I am a bit of a foodie.  I like…

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Always Real, Antique Childhood, Snips And Snails

Little Kids and Big Kids and Lessons In Community

When kids are of a certain age, generally speaking, they don’t want to play with the little kids.  It’s fun to run away and hide from them and that sort of thing. I know this from observing Sean and I know this from personal experience. I was the youngest, and even worse, a girl.  I spent the better part of my early childhood chasing after my older brothers, hoping to be allowed to play.  Either of them would have rather eaten a pencil than let me to hang out with them.  In their defense, I may…

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