Like Handsome Husband, I have a predominantly German & Scottish heritage; but come March 17, each year, I pretend I’m Irish. I love the color green. I love clover, rainbows, and Gingers. (In first grade I contemplated lighting my hair on fire to turn it red like Belinda Carlisle’s.) Bagpipes make me cry– in a good way. The way they Read More →

This will be brief, as we have our homestudy social worker coming for our one year post placement visit* tonight. Can you believe it? It’s almost been a full year since we became a family of five! The kiddos are enjoying frequent breaks from their studies to play in the backyard, which is giving me a chance Read More →

Perhaps it was last week’s daylight savings, or perhaps the abundance of scurrying prairie dogs spying their shadows; whatever the reason, spring seems to have arrived early here in Montana. The frozen pond behind our house has thawed. The birds have returned and are chirping incessantly. It reminds me of my all-time favorite song, my heartbeat Read More →

In homeschool history, we are currently studying the Persian takeover of Babylonia, the Battles of Marathon, Thermopylae, & Salamis, Pheidippides, Queen Esther, Xerxes I, et al; so when we realized that Purim was near on the calendar, we decided a traditional feast was a no-brainer to help flesh out the curriculum. A traditional Jewish holiday in honor of Queen Esther, I’m convinced if Read More →

Husband and I went on a much-needed date last night. Actually doing my hair and makeup is notable enough, these days, to document with a (gasp!) selfie– though I’m not sure why I bothered with mascara… We escaped to the theater to screen the highly anticipated film, The Drop Box; a touching documentary detailing the important Read More →

I’ve realized that this blog has, by default, become my acting Instagram account, capturing our simple life in the countryside. I’m okay with this natural evolution, since my primary aim in blogging is to document this hurried season of life. I’m creating a virtual time-capsule, of sorts, and sometimes a picture really is worth a thousand words. Read More →

This morning, while reading a VeggieTale book to Little Man, I counted out produce-people, “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.” Without skipping a beat, he answered, “Nine!”