My Ebenezer

I instructed Noah to pick up the phone books that had been delivered in our driveway, and deposit them directly into the recycle bin. "What is a phone book, anyway?" He asked. And just like that, I felt old.

Because everyone climbs into the sink when you leave them for "two seconds" while they're brushing their teeth, right?

I came across a quote by C.S.Lewis the other day:   “Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . ."” I love moments like that!  I experience them often when reading, and actually in my opinion, that is what makes a good book...well, good .  We have been reading aloud in the afternoons, The Trumpet of the Swan , by E. B. White.  I can still remember my second grade teacher (Hi, Mrs. Bogert!) reading that book aloud to my class, and I can remember not wanting her to ever stop.  Now, reading it to Noah is bringing up all my old fondness for the book.   "To be all alone in a hotel room gives a person a cozy feeling and a feeling of importance." (p.134) When I came to that sentence, Noah tapped my arm and said, "Wait, wait, WAIT !  I know what he means!!  You do feel important in a hotel room!"  I would have to agree.  And there is something very satisfying when...

We got back a week ago from a trip to Connecticut, and I'm suffering withdrawals.  My life was beautiful there: get up when I wanted to, go for a leisurely walk with my husband, ride some four-wheeler, don't worry about planning supper (I did help, but it was nice that the planning wasn't on me), shop at consignment stores with my mother-and-sisters-in-law, go to Cape Cod for two nights without the kids... Great. Vacation!

Few things call my name quite as persistently as this blog does; not that you'd ever know it from my posting frequency!  The fact remains, that at this season of my life, there are More Important Things (or maybe just Louder Things) that vie for my attention.  My husband and kids.  My house.  The impending responsibility of homeschooling Noah (gulp) and all the preparation that goes into that. Et cetera. Even so, this blog is important to me, and I find that I can't ignore it indefinitely no matter how many more floors need to be scrubbed and loads of laundry need to be folded.  Documenting our lives is important too, and so I have finally sat down to write about it. I'll start with a cliche':  The boys are growing up so fast!  Everybody's kids grow up so fast, but these are ours, and I don't want to miss it! Noah still talks almost incessantly about anything and everything, and asks dozens (feels like millions) of questions each day.  He h...