30 August 2013

Weekend linkage // 7QT #3

Linked up with Conversion Diary's Seven Quick Takes.


::Jared is holding Ellie and she is wiggling all over the place::

"Ellie, you are like a good IPA . . . a thick head and very hoppy."


We have toofers! Ellie's two bottom incisors popped up this past week. And are they ever SHARP.

We also have a jumper. She's very excited about it. The funny thing is, sometimes you put her in and she starts fussing, but as she kicks her feet in frustration she begins to bounce up and down . . . and then, thoroughly distracted, she forgets about being sad.

What we do not have: a full night's sleep.


The value of daily rituals. "If we make prayer a habit before we go to bed, hopefully we will come to need that ritual simply by the fact that it is what we have always done. I think of that often, and am learning to consider what habits to build in our new home so that in ten years, we will still be holding onto them dearly. Daily rituals are those that we do over and over again, but that provide us with a new glimpse into the world and the lives around us."


Here's an interesting article on the effects of ADHD medicines on the "sports gene."

Along the same lines-- medicating children's personalities for the sake of uniformity-- "School Has Become Hostile to Boys." As if I needed another reason to homeschool. Sorry, public schoolers, no offense meant. But suspending a boy for pretending his Pop-tart is a gun? Um.


Beautiful and true thoughts on committed love. "Before you can make high towers, it’s best to build a good strong base. It comes from laughter, empathy, forgiveness, accepting the other person’s struggle, and knowing yourself. But sometimes . . . Things get shaky and start to wobble. There is always a way to rebuild if you’re willing."


This author thinks that Jared and I should be prosecuted if Ellie gets the measles and a child she interacts with also gets sick. Awesome. (What I want to know is, if Ellie picks up the flu from a vaxxed kid who sheds the virus, can we sue that kid's parents? And pray, o wise author, why can't manufacturers be held criminally liable for vaccine damage?)


Now for some laughs after all that seriousness!

Mustaches and monocles, or, hipsters will never fail as a punch line. "The trendier and more retro-thinking Mustache & Monocle readers will start ironing the magazine to set the ink the way butlers did in the great English houses. Bed, Bath, and Beyond will put out special-edition irons and snag a famous butler as their infomercial spokesperson. They’ll try to get Downton Abbey’s Mr. Carson, but they’ll have to settle for Daniel Davis from The Nanny."

If you are at all familiar with NFP: charting postpartum and hormones in milk.

Looking for advice? Ask the past!

28 August 2013

summer tabbouleh salad

When gluten's off the table, so is traditional tabbouleh, made with cracked wheat (bulgur) and a medley of gorgeous summer vegetables. Luckily, quinoa is a good understudy for bulgur, so this peppy salad ended up on our table. Jared liked it and I bet you will too. It makes great leftovers, and if you toss in some leftover grilled chicken, you've got a complete lunch.

And I still have too many grape tomatoes. They would make cute sundried tomatoes if I had a dehydrating setup. Maybe I should learn to can? Nah, too lazy. I'll just keep popping them like candy.


Quinoa Tabbouleh Salad
(based on a recipe from The Way the Cookie Crumbles)

1 1/2 cups uncooked quinoa
1 3/4 cups chicken or vegetable broth
2 tablespoons water
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 red onion, minced
1/2 large cucumber, peeled and diced
1 small green bell pepper, seeded and diced
2-3 cups halved cherry or grape tomatoes
1 small bunch parsley, roughly chopped
1/2 cup crumbled feta cheese (more if desired)
3 tablespoons lemon juice
additional salt and pepper to taste

1) Pour quinoa into a bowl or large glass measuring cup and cover with water. Soak for 30 to 60 minutes; drain water. Rinse thoroughly until quinoa no longer tastes bitter.
2) Bring rinsed quinoa, chicken broth, water, olive oil, and salt to boil in small pot. Reduce heat to low and cover pot. Simmer for 20 minutes, then turn off heat and let quinoa sit for 10 minutes.
3) Remove pot lid and fluff quinoa with fork. Let cool for an hour.
4) In large mixing bowl stir together cooled quinoa, vegetables, parsley, and feta cheese. Add lemon juice and any additional seasonings, and stir to combine. Serve at room temperature.

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26 August 2013

labeling. boo.

When I meet someone new, one question is bound to come up: "So what do you do?" The answer shapes my perception of that person, but often in inaccurate and unhelpful ways. For example: if someone says that he is a cashier at the dollar store I mentally stick him into my "not a potential friend" category. Ashamed to admit that, but it's true. I have only started to realize that in the past couple of years.

HELLO. My name is.
I think it is an unfortunate component of human nature to label people. Personally, by making assumptions according to stereotypes, I have missed out on a lot. More than once the cashier has turned out to be a thoughtful lover of Robert Frost. And I found myself saying, oh . . . you're not what I thought!

I want to be known for my whole self. I am not "just" a mother or a teacher or a conservative or anything else. I am a person. That's a complicated thing to be.

If you ask me what I do, I could say that I'm a stay at home mom, but that doesn't tell you much; it doesn't describe how I actually spend my time. It doesn't tell you that I read big books, plant nasturtiums in the spring, listen to sermons while I wash the dishes, or make a mean Greek salad. That I teach kids all over the country how to write. That I have this blog. Asking such a narrow question does not tell you who I am. 

Let's start looking at the person, not the label. It takes longer and it requires more thought, but won't it be worthwhile?


Honestly, I wish that the question of employment wasn't be so central to an American's identity. By introducing ourselves as "an engineer" or "a librarian" we imply that our job is all we ever do and that without it, our central selves would disappear. Which is not the case for me. My life is made up of many, many things, a large percentage of which-- perhaps, in the end, the most significant percentage-- does not involve a job title or any kind of financial remuneration.

I imagine it's the same for most of us.

summer is for pesto!

My thumb isn't particularly green, you know, but where tomatoes and basil are concerned it seems downright mossy. Flowerbeds frame our back patio on two sides, and one has become a veritable jungle of basil-- sweet, Siam Princess, miniature bush-- just as I intended it. I've been making this pungent, deep green pesto and freezing it in small portions, then popping the cubes into plastic freezer bags.

Baked pesto chicken, pesto swirled into quiche, roasted pesto potatoes, pesto with sausage and green beans.

It will be a delicious winter.


Smooth Basil Pesto
(based on a recipe from Moms for Safe Food)

3 cups lightly packed basil leaves, rinsed and dried
3/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
1/2 cup walnuts*
2 garlic cloves, peeled
1/2 cup shredded Parmesan

1) Combine all ingredients except for Parmesan in a high-powered blender or food processor. Process until smooth.
2) Stir together pureed mixture and Parmesan in small mixing bowl. Refrigerate or freeze.

*I've used combinations of hazelnuts, sunflower seeds, and almonds too.

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This is Ellie's expression when I turn on the Blendtec.

23 August 2013

Weekend linkage // 7QT #2

Linked up with Conversion Diary's Seven Quick Takes.


Me: What do you want to order from Himalayan? Mango chicken, lamb korma, lamb rogan josh . . .
Jared: No, I do not want lamb Josh Groban.


We bought Ellie a Bumbo (Craigslist be the bomb) and she's pretty good at sitting up in it. I love how her little feet stick out. Just got the tray from Amazon, and that's even better-- if she drops her toy it doesn't fall all the way to the floor.


Wearing who you really are. "I desire to be the woman that He created me to be—not the woman whom I think I want to be or the woman the world tells me that I should be. It brings me great joy to think of the detailed design and intricate effort that God put forth when making me. I’m so glad that I don’t have to aspire to be anyone else other than that woman God wants me to be. You don’t have to seek anyone else’s approval for the life God has given you to live."


Cultivating simplicity in the home. "I think we're accustomed to large homes in this country. But in reality, a lot of us, out of necessity or choice, prefer small spaces - spaces that require less of our time and are therefore, easier to live in. However, little houses get filled easily . . . If you don't stay vigilant piles of "things" start to sprout from the table, windowsills, benches, door handles."


Thoughts on the real point of homeschooling.


Forty maps of the world, but not just geographical . . . how about a map of common European surnames? Or of global bribery rates?


"I hate strong female characters." Lots of good brain fodder in here.

22 August 2013

pretty happy funny real #7

Linked up with Like Mother, Like Daughter.


We are so happy with our new furniture. This is just the couch, but there's a loveseat as well. We found it at Harry's in Leola; they always seem to have good deals (I remember my parents finding some very nice things there years ago).



Look, tech toys are always fun, but this is especially exciting to me because the school year begins next Wednesday. And since all of my teaching involves either internet or Microsoft Word, I'm thrilled to have a computer that does things when you tell it to . . . rather than thinking about it for three minutes and then giving you an error message.


Elizabeth is generally pleasant in the mornings. After a good night's sleep she wakes up cooing, not crying. I love that. This is a little video I took the other morning-- at this point she had been talking to herself for at least five minutes.

She's trying to find her feet, but the sleep sack is getting in the way. :)


Remember that beautiful loveseat? No sooner had we brought it into the house than Ellie baptized it in a stream of half-digested milk. But after paper towel blotting and a treatment of baking soda and thorough vacuuming, you can't tell at all. I knew there was a reason we chose this color.

19 August 2013

ain't no takeout

nom nom.
The great thing about fried rice-- besides its taste, of course-- is that you can do so much prep ahead of time. Cook the rice and chicken, scramble the eggs, chop up the vegetables, put it all in the fridge. Then at dinnertime you can have it ready in about 20 minutes.

It is good for days when you have time to cook in the morning, rather than in the afternoon. Or if you work outside of the house, you could prep everything the night before and throw it together after you get home from work. :)


Colorful Fried Rice

3 tablespoons coconut oil, divided
4 large eggs
2 tablespoons soy sauce, divided
2 teaspoons sesame oil
4 cloves garlic, minced
2 tablespoons minced fresh ginger
6 cups chopped fresh vegetables*
4 cups cooked brown rice**
2 cups cooked chopped chicken^
1 bunch green onions, sliced
additional soy sauce and sesame oil to taste

1) Heat two teaspoons of coconut oil in a small pan, and scramble the eggs with a teaspoon of soy sauce. Break them up into medium-sized curds and set aside.
2) Heat remaining coconut oil and the sesame oil in large skillet. Add garlic and ginger; stir frequently to prevent burning, and saute for about a minute. Add chopped vegetables and saute until crisp-tender.
3) Stir in remaining soy sauce, cooked rice, chicken, and green onions. Cook until heated through. Taste and add more soy sauce or sesame oil if needed.

*I used a yellow squash, two carrots, some sugar peas, and a bunch of diced tomatoes. Use any mixture of colorful vegetables.
**Use leftovers if you have them. If not, I think that cooking 1 cup of dry brown rice will yield about enough for the recipe.
^Leftover from roast chicken, or poached especially for the occasion.

16 August 2013

Weekend linkage // 7QT #1

I might as well join all the cool peoples and link up with Seven Quick Takes.


"Are these face diapers or butt diapers?"
-Jared tries to distinguish between Ellie's diapers and burp cloths


Ellie is a sillyhead. She makes us laugh all the time. The newest sources of entertainment: she discovered how to play with toys,

or at least grab and gnaw them.

Her babbling now includes consonants. So instead of just "ahhhh ooooh" it's more "aaahabeeemaaadooolamayeeedevaaalooo." Such sophistication for one so young! If you babble back at her, she rewards you with a huge smile.

She loves it when you tickle her or play any sort of peek-a-boo game.

And she's been doing this frantic opening-and-closing of the mouth whenever she's hungry. Like a fish, Jared says.


Two links on health for you. First, from a good one from Mark's Daily Apple: what happens when you are paralyzed by analysis. "Sure, if you drink coffee brewed from wash-processed, single-origin microlot beans grown at the perfect altitude, handpicked by canopy-raised howler monkeys, and roasted at the local 3rd wave roasters who have a time machine that lets them roast beans in the future and therefore ensure the freshest coffee possible, it’s going to be really good and probably healthier and more antioxidant-rich, but I don’t think everyone needs to drink it to enjoy coffee."

Second, an article from National Geographic about our global sugar addiction. Lots of fascinating history, plus the science of sugar-induced illness. "Recently the American Heart Association added its voice to the warnings against too much added sugar in the diet. But its rationale is that sugar provides calories with no nutritional benefit. According to Johnson and his colleagues, this misses the point. Excessive sugar isn’t just empty calories; it’s toxic."


So good: Drowning Safe In His Arms. "My Father created me for His glory, for the good of His Kingdom, exactly as I am. I am in need of nothing but Him."


Oh, this is interesting: a visual representation of the fluctuating power of empires throughout history.

Did I say interesting? I should have qualified with "if you are a dork like me."

At least I know my brothers will like it. They tend to have hours-long discussions about the relative merits of ancient Abyssinian weaponry, or whatever.


What to say when there's nothing to say: responding gently to grief and loss. Very helpful, especially if, like me, you always want to "fix" the situation.


Diane Rehm interviewed Ricky Skaggs yesterday on her show, and it was super, not only because of the great music but because he pretty much proclaimed the gospel right there on public radio. I cheered.

14 August 2013

how I do something about it

Mother and Sara by Mary Cassatt
A lot of the problems I see around me come down to cultural issues. While well-meaning activists often try to solve them politically, I think that for things to change, people have to start believing differently.

Take abortion. I'm all for legally banning it, but the real problem does not lie in our laws: it lies in a culture that says children are a fashion accessory or a burden rather than a marvelous gift, and that we have the right to eliminate any perceived inconvenience from our lives, including another human life. Outlawing abortion will not alter those flawed basic beliefs. I think the real solution to abortion is to change how people view babies, and to change their selfishness to selflessness.

That's not something you can do in the political realm. It is something you do in daily life, as you gently live out the truth. It is ultimately, of course, something that God does; we are just little instruments.

I always want to do something about the wrongs I see. Perhaps I can, and perhaps it's less spectacular than I assume it must be.
"Now concerning brotherly love you have no need for anyone to write to you, for you yourselves have been taught by God to love one another . . . But we urge you, brothers, to do this more and more, and to aspire to live quietly, and to mind your own affairs, and to work with your hands, as we instructed you, so that you may walk properly before outsiders." (1 Thessalonians 4)
I like that. "Aspire to live quietly and to mind your own affairs." That doesn't mean that you can stick your head in the sand, ignore your neighbors, and pretend that America is the Garden of Eden. It does mean, though, that we're not all called to be William Wilberforce.

What am I called to, then? Well, I think that having a baby, welcoming it into the family no matter the circumstances, loving it whole-heartedly, sacrificing to make its life better, and-- gasp!-- being willing to have more children and do the same for them, is a significant weapon in the battle against the prevailing culture of death.

By witnessing to the value of new life, you're showing your neighbors that there is another way to look at humans. You're telling everyone that no, there aren't too many of us, and that giving birth should be cause for celebration, not eco-guilt. By going against the prevailing tide of self-absorption, you're opening opportunities to tell them about the love of God that transformed your heart.

I'm not a political activist, and I don't have the ability right now to volunteer at a crisis pregnancy center or to adopt. But I am doing something about this problem. I am living . . . with this tiny person always in tow.

12 August 2013

two thoughts that helped to keep me semi-sane during the first month of motherhood

Sure, she's sleeping now. . .
#1 God knows how much sleep you need.

Sleeping was really hard at first. I would get into bed (sometimes with Ellie beside me, sometimes with her in the nursery) and try desperately to relax. My mind wouldn't cooperate: I couldn't stop thinking and planning and wondering. Will she wake up? Will nursing ever not hurt? Did I put the laundry in the dryer? Why can't I fall asleep? She's going to wake up soon! If I don't go to sleep right now I'll be a wreck tomorrow! Bedtime was more stressful than restful.

After a while, though, I realized that every morning when I woke up, I felt okay. I could face that day. Even if Ellie had cried for an hour in the middle of the night-- which, thank God, didn't happen very often-- I was able to take care of her and not fall over in exhaustion. When I went to bed, then, I could trust the Lord to give me enough sleep.

So instead of freaking out about not sleeping, I started to think, I don't have to worry. Ellie might be fussing now, but she will sleep eventually . . . it will be better in the morning. Even if I can't fall asleep right away, I can lie here and rest. That will be good too.

 Don't you know, I fell asleep faster.

Magnesium also helped. :)
In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety.
Psalm 4:8
Look at those skinny legs!
#2 When your baby is crying, she is sad.

In other words, she is not being "bad." You don't have to worry about spoiling her, because she only wants to be fed, kept warm, and cuddled. Pick her up and love her.

When Ellie would scrunch up her face and wail at the top of her lungs, it helped a lot to remember that she simply needed me. I didn't get angry at her, because I knew that she was not trying to get on my nerves. When I thought of her crying as an expression of sadness, rather than as a pointless irritation, it helped me to be compassionate towards my baby.

Sometimes we let her cry in her crib now because we can tell the difference between "I am annoyed and need to go to sleep" and "oh help I'm scared and need to be held!" When she was really little, though, she didn't know how to fuss herself to sleep, so crying was pretty much a distress signal to be answered immediately.

This is actually my 1000th post. Pretty cool, huh? If I were a big shot blogger I would celebrate with a giveaway or a linkup or a drastic blog makeover, but I haven't the requisite business connections or a large enough readership. So I'll just say thanks to you all for coming here week after week and reading my ramblings. This is really important to me and I'm glad you enjoy it too.

09 August 2013

Weekend linkage

"This is like an AK-47!"
-Jared realizes how many pieces my breastpump has

Daddy hurt his ankle so I made him a sign.


Lots of laughs this week. First off, yes.

What would happen if an American football coach was hired by an English football team?

Making fun of holy email sign-offs. I love it!

How to be insufferable on Facebook. Dead on. Numbers 3 and 6 make me want to stick a fork in my eye.

08 August 2013

pretty happy funny real #6


Flowers from my mommy.


Happy birthday to me! Jared got me a radio, so now I can listen to NPR and be a well-informed individual.


Baby in a basket. When I carry the laundry in from the washline, I just put her on top! She thinks it's  fun.


Supposed to be taking a nap. Throwing a fit instead.

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07 August 2013

most exciting topic ever.

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Okay, if you aren't interested in babies and their dirty diapers, read no further. But if you are-- here is what works for us. Cloth diapering is a lot easier than it's made out to be!

For the first month or so, I used Pampers Swaddlers because I was already so exhausted that I didn't want to think about anything extra. Besides, I was pretty sore from Ellie's birth and the fewer times I had to trek up and down stairs to the washing machine, the better. But once I felt like myself again, and she had grown a bit, I decided to pull out my cloth stash. Now Ellie wears them all the time, with the exception of outings where I know I'll want to change her diaper. I don't yet have a wet bag to bring along so I am still using Pampers for outside of the house. :)


We just use prefolds and covers. I read all sorts of things about cloth diapers before Ellie was born, and a lot of people seemed to conclude that while the fancy new brands can work well, they aren't that much of an improvement over prefolds (and are a lot more finicky and expensive). So I went the old-fashioned route.

I have two dozen Cloth-eez unbleached cotton diapers. Ellie is in size small now, and she's such a shrimp around the waist that she will probably not graduate to medium for a while! I like how they get more puckered and absorbent as you continue to wash them.

The fold that works best, I think, is the jelly roll. With that and a good fitted cover, the mess stays in, if you know what I mean. :) We have never experienced a blowout with cloth-- maybe a little leak, but never the stain-inducing explosion we've gotten with disposables.


Bummis Super Snap covers are extremely well made. I think they will last for a long, long time.

Thirsties Duo Wrap covers have a trimmer fit than Bummis and are a bit more customizable, since they have a row of snaps on the rise as well. I liked that when Ellie was really little. The double gusset is a smart feature, too. They do take a little bit longer to dry; Bummis are practically dry when you take them out of the washer!

We have five covers total, all size small, and that's plenty (you can reuse them as long as they are not dirty). When Ellie outgrows our current covers I will probably get a few of each brand again. I like them for different reasons.

Whatever brand you get, do choose snaps rather than velcro. Snaps don't wear out or get stuck to things in the wash, and babies have a much harder time undoing them. ;)

Extra Fun

At night, I add a hemp insert to Ellie's diaper (folded in half and placed at the front). Its extra material helps to absorb the nocturnal soaking she dishes out. It also makes her rear end extremely large. Jared calls this the Big Bertha.

If Ellie has a rash, which occasionally happens if I forget to change her and she gets too wet, I use MadeOn rash cream and disposables for a while till it clears up. Once she pooped after I put her to bed for the night . . . yeah, there was a rash in the AM. Poor baby.

Snappis are a brilliant innovation. No diaper pins to poke your little one (or you).

Though I think prefolds are awesome-- they are cheap, sturdy, and adaptable-- we do have some pocket diapers from Just Simply Baby. They're very cute but I wouldn't stock up on them, just due to the price.

At the moment I'm still using disposable wipes. Once we run out of Pampers, though, I might just do the switch to ALL cloth, including a small wet bag for on the go.


My routine: dirty diapers go into a large Planet Wise wet bag hanging from the end of her changing table. I imagine that as Little Mouse gets older, and her diapers get larger, we might switch to a lined bin. For now, these bags are fine.

As long as you are exclusively breastfeeding your baby, you don't need to rinse diapers before washing them. It all comes out in the wash, really!

Every two days or so I carry the full bag downstairs and dump diapers, bag, and all into the washer. I rinse them on cold first. Then I wash on hot with Charlie's laundry detergent and Charlie's hard water booster. (Sometimes I also do a half-hour soak with Oxobrite once the hot wash fills up, then continue the cycle with the detergent.) Finally, another cold rinse with half a cup of white vinegar. The vinegar helps to keep the fabric soft, and certainly doesn't hurt with cleaning.

Now that I have a clothesline, everything gets dried outside, and the sun is marvelous for stains! If it's raining, the diapers and wet bag can handle the dryer, but the covers get hung up. I don't want to wear out the elastic with high heat. The diapers usually get stiff on the line, but if you fluff them in the dryer afterwards, that fixes the problem.

I have two wet bags, by the way, so I'm not without one while the other is being washed.


Here is Ellie's changing table:

And Ellie.

You can see that a wet bag is hanging on the end of the table. Here is a closer view of the shelves:

Babies need so much stuff.

On the top shelf I have wipes, snappis, prefolds, and (in the basket) covers and hemp inserts. On the bottom shelf I have a basket full of extra sheets, changing pad covers and whatnot, and then all of my miscellanous "products": Burts' Bees lotion, Bac-Out, nail clippers, etc. Disposable diapers are in Ellie's closet.

Really, it's very easy. Unless doing laundry is super difficult for you and you just can't stand the thought of adding another load every other day, I would encourage you to give cloth a try!

Green Mountain Diapers has excellent customer service, by the way. One of my covers leaked and they sent me a new one without any hassle.

Some other useful cloth diapering links: tips on the newborn days from Live Renewed, a simple prefold routine at Mama Smiles, prefolds and pockets at The Crunchy Wife (including plenty of helpful pictures!), Bumgenius and newborn reviews at Passionate Homemaking, and lots of FAQs at Keeper of the Home (check out the comments too).

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02 August 2013

Weekend linkage

"Businesses don't charge you a fee to pay online, because it's less work for them. The government does charge you a fee to pay online, because they're stupid."
-Jared paying bills


Life with Ellie: She keeps learning things that are alternately adorable and maddening. One, how to grab-- her blankets, my hair, Jared's salad bowl. Sometimes she even gets a grasp on her feet, which is just too cute.

Two, how to roll over at will-- it's no longer an accident, and she does it constantly. She has been flipping onto her back (and thus waking herself up) two or three times every night. Again, super cute but not my favorite thing just past midnight.

I'm grateful that older and wiser moms told me not to get too attached to my baby's schedule. Having her sleep for 10 hours straight was delightful, but I didn't really expect it to last forever. Babies be babies. And there's always coffee.


This is a beautiful reflection on a difficult yet gracious marriage. "We thank God for the years of settling in to a deep and abiding love through huge mistakes, hurtful arguments, angry comments, putting off forgiving each other, apathetic stretches, and lulls between moments of kissing each other like we really mean it and don't have something better to do."

Look at your baby, not at the charts. Use that mama sense! If you have a skinny baby like I do, this might be encouraging to you. :)

Have we reached peak beard? This is funny.

I wish more people would realize this: saying "just wait" in a menacing tone is not not not helpful to young mothers.

More on marriage-- lovely story of two widowers finding one another.

01 August 2013

pretty happy funny real #5


Eyelashes a mile long.


Jared made this for me. Because he's amazing and all.


It's about 3 inches long.

Jared: I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes.
Me: --close eyes--
Jared: Okay, now look.
Me: Aw. It's a baby cucumber!
Jared: --in a squeaky voice-- I want to be a real cucumber too!


What happens when you don't do dishes all weekend.

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