tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37245690898372642682008-07-16T19:54:39.119-04:00Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-43240857699260320902008-07-15T15:56:00.003-04:002008-07-15T15:58:38.381-04:00

Comcast guys just left. Trouble sleeping - so quiet out here. Exhausted. Dog hair everywhere. My poor vacuum. Kids love it, especially the cable TV (never had that before! We'll see if it lasts), but St. Nick must be allergic to dogs. Sniff sniff Aaaaachooooo is all we've heard from him today. More later. Too much to do.

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-54299513888475818982008-07-13T21:15:00.002-04:002008-07-13T21:24:02.567-04:00

Can it be that we're almost moved? I'm sitting here on the couch, which is the only piece of furniture left in this room. Well, except for two disassembled beds. Lamps are on the floor, the dining room is entirely empty. Wow. My arms - they look like I've been through a boxing match - all scrapes and bruises, but I guess I just really get into my moving. My muscles sure agree with that statement

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-45819598620734490012008-07-13T06:34:00.003-04:002008-07-13T06:51:54.305-04:00

We're splitting moving into three + days. Day one was my parents helping us load the rental truck, mostly with boxed items like books (see previous post). Day two involves friends of Dr. D loading small-ish furniture items and any remaining boxes (only a couple from the basement - mostly canning jars). And day three is Monday, and will be wonderful professional movers taking the real backbreaking

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-12894948743901644472008-07-02T19:48:00.004-04:002008-07-02T19:55:01.560-04:00

So I see I've been neglecting this little space for quite some time. In the past month we've closed on our house, purchased a new one, and we move next week!! EEK! And we wrecked our one mode of transportation (minivan, of course). It's not totaled, but we'll be driving a rental for quite a while. And Mud Pie turns three tomorrow! Where did the past three years go? And St. Nick is reading

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-74352088977179851602008-05-21T12:35:00.002-04:002008-05-21T12:44:00.898-04:00

We're looking at another trip to Ohio next week, this time to say goodbye to Dr. D's father, who passed away on Monday. Most of my grief is for myself, and for Dr. D, his brother, his mom, and for the kids who will now never have the sort of relationship with a grandfather that I'd hoped. For Grandpa? Only peace, joy. It hardly matters that we're being asked to take an insane amount off the

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-25866122604630563052008-05-18T17:40:00.005-04:002008-05-18T20:21:37.346-04:00

That would be my emotions. Inspections went fine. Found a few things (don't they always?), but nothing really major and nothing that would break the deal. And nothing that matched that first (fictitious?) inspection report. So, this is good. Been round and round on the house we want to buy. First they don't want to lower the price quite enough, then we find an agreeable price but they say

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-69082970488967736582008-05-14T13:49:00.003-04:002008-05-14T13:53:52.163-04:00

Waiting to hear on the offer we put out on another house. Waiting to hear how the inspections went on ours. A mite nervous simply because of the experience last time - shoddy inspection job - even our Realtor said it was the most unprofessional report she'd ever seen. And it had factual errors, like that a certain type of wiring was from the 40s and 50s. Uh, nope. Daughter of an electrician

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-67259796104321958632008-05-11T16:26:00.003-04:002008-05-11T16:29:21.488-04:00

Another offer on the house! We just got off the phone with our (wonderful) Realtor a little while ago. This one is a lower offer, so we'll counter, but I think it could work. Oh, I hope hope hope it does!!!! I think. Because if it does then we have to look for another house. And we're pretty sure we know which one we might want, and it is still for sale, but then we'd have to do all that

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-1810477635683378462008-05-10T14:54:00.002-04:002008-05-10T14:56:45.053-04:00

On iTunes radio, there's a station of bird songs. Nothing but birds. Chirping, hooting, wood-pecking, tweeting. That's it. It's playing in the background right now. Sort of eerie. Especially with the volume up really high.

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-53885046636942504122008-05-02T14:11:00.004-04:002008-05-02T14:27:19.287-04:00

Whoever "they" are. Those anti-homeschoolers who are on the prowl for evidence that we're all secretly squirreling our kids away at home to fill their minds with anti-semitic mantras and instructions on bomb production. Or at least that we're neglecting their education and turning them into dull witted, socially inept, intellectually anemic adults. Because the past two weeks have really sucked on

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-49232118808950414812008-04-23T13:32:00.002-04:002008-04-23T13:50:01.365-04:00

But I'm going to anyway. Actually, I'm procrastinating on a project I have going. Whatever. I'm here, tired from keeping myself up late and waking early. But that's why God made coffee, right? Right. Ok, then. Indianapolis was ... hard. Hard and easy. Easy in that I felt pretty much myself, hard in that it's never easy taking three kids on a second long road trip in just a few week's time. More

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-83668368663789302732008-04-17T20:58:00.002-04:002008-04-17T21:16:25.406-04:00

What? But it's only Thursday! True enough, but we're going to Indianapolis tomorrow and Saturday to hang with Dr. D's mom. She and his dad are there for six weeks (or more) while Dad undergoes stem cell replacement. (Something to keep in prayer for the one person who actually follows this blog.) So, here's what we did. Monday: Nothing. I don't remember Monday. At all. Funny, that. Tuesday:

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-45057869279403041092008-04-15T13:08:00.004-04:002008-04-15T13:18:58.248-04:00

Today, as I was reading Famous Men of Rome (Haaren and Poland), St. Nick announced that he knew this story. It's in our book of myths! I got it and we found the page of the Romulus and Remus story. Then St. Nick abandoned his Legos and got paper and a pencil to draw a picture. A Cute, starkly cubist* picture of an animal with two people riding it, and a very angular (almost Aztec?) sun and clouds

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-67665031680914098462008-04-11T16:43:00.004-04:002008-04-11T17:10:38.843-04:00

Here I am passing time until I hear from Dr. D what's up with my mother. An hour or so ago I got a call, "Hello, this is ..." (St. Nick said something and obliterated this part.) "Your mother has been in a car accident." I now know her car was totaled, she is fine (her wrist is hurt and Dr. D is taking her to the med center now), but she had left her keys in the ignition, so she couldn't get in

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-86832004164388999852008-04-10T20:53:00.003-04:002008-04-11T09:48:04.735-04:00

The buyer backed out. Maybe the selling part is harder. Maybe it's all hard. Ugh. Really, I'm slightly glad for a little more time - things on the house-search end weren't happening how I liked. Too much pressure; it just seemed to be happening too soon. I do hope it's only a little more time, though.

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-15225179855177273312008-04-08T11:27:00.003-04:002008-04-08T11:41:30.039-04:00

So, we have home inspection and appraisal today. And we wrote an offer on another place last night. And yesterday afternoon a fire broke out in the alley and our garage started on fire. No, I'm not kidding. St. Nick was playing outside with Fish (digging for worms - I know, exciting), and I heard him opening the back door. I got up thinking I'd have to quick get them to take their muddy shoes

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-4488575568829933702008-04-06T20:25:00.003-04:002008-04-06T21:11:01.078-04:00

Since our house is sold, and we're set to close in less than a month (aaaggg!!!), and we have 15 days after close to clear out, we need to put the hustle on to find another place to live. Yikes! We've been on a whirlwind of home tours since Friday afternoon - some interesting finds like a very cool retro 70s place with green shag carpeting and some of the most incredible vintage furniture I've

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-41159690994442473202008-04-03T11:43:00.002-04:002008-04-03T11:50:26.744-04:00

And I don't mean my mind! (Well, that's debatable.) Our house! It's SOLD! (Pending if you want to split hairs, but with a solid offer!) We just signed the paperwork! Our agent has asked us to clear our weekend to tour available homes and is hoping we can write an offer by Saturday! I don't know when I've ever used this many exclamation points in one post! Side benefit: this weekend's open

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-62070005656364994602008-03-30T19:51:00.004-04:002008-03-30T20:51:53.124-04:00

One full day back and hardly a moment to reflect. In short, the visit to Dr. D's parents Thursday through Saturday was one of the easiest but strangest we've had. First, we went out for pizza with Dr. D's parents to our absolute favorite pizza place ever - Marion's, which defines good pizza. Really. It just doesn't get better, even if it comes on cardboard trays and we all were crammed in a

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-91632627112233643462008-03-26T20:51:00.006-04:002008-03-29T18:46:30.161-04:00

Not really, just for the week. Because tomorrow morning we are going to Ohio to visit the outlaws and stay in a hotel! With a pool! Now that there is cause for excitement. And seeing Dr. D's parents, of course, but when you're seven/four/two Grandma and Grandpa take a backseat to a hotel pool. But since I'm in the mood (again) to do a school report, and I'm still not using HST, here it is.

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-59895791398976962032008-03-21T15:05:00.003-04:002008-03-21T15:38:33.910-04:00

I've been using Homeschool Tracker, but the past few weeks I just couldn't think clearly enough to plan/keep up with it. I may not go back, which is a freeing thought. Anyway, I may well be procrastinating on judging an entry to the ACFW's Genesis contest right now, but I haven't done a school update in ages, since I started using HST, and I feel like doing one now. So, here it is! (That contest

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-90477290228679481312008-03-20T15:27:00.005-04:002008-03-21T14:57:39.493-04:00

Today marked the first surgery ever for any of the children - Little Fish to have a hernia repaired. He did so incredibly well! We were at the hospital two days ago for a tour, which did wonders to alleviate his fears. He bopped right into the hospital with only a little hesitation (because we didn't go immediately to the play room). He loved the hospital PJs, was a sport with temperature taking

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-44896133796362994352008-03-16T08:35:00.003-04:002008-03-16T09:48:48.787-04:00

Picture it, long winding drive with lovely homes off to each side. Quaint bridge over a stream, woodlands spotted in snow. We're on the look for the house belonging to the For-Sale sign out at the road. I'd seen it on the MLS and had written the address in my notebook, a notebook which was sitting helpfully on the mantle at home. "I think it was in the 5500s, or 5600s? The first number was 5,"

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-15602051401044628732008-03-13T13:22:00.003-04:002008-03-24T14:00:49.976-04:00

Over two weeks of illness - not sure what's going on. St. Nick's hearing is still not right (though it's only been three days since he started the 2nd antibiotic for the ear infections), and me ... I took a prescription last night and had a horrible reaction to it - tremors, restless, quaking muscles. Like having fever chills without the fever. And the real kicker: I had not read the package

Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724569089837264268.post-85656914592657189902008-03-09T15:34:00.007-04:002008-03-21T15:01:26.833-04:00

R. Scott Rodin writes (from the forthcoming Stewardship Resource Bible): Children are a gift from God (even in their twos and those teenage years). They are never "ours" in the sense that we have an absolute right of ownership over them. Our children can never be considered in abstracto from their relationship to us as God's gift to be stewarded and cherished. How tragic is our human history of

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