Can't forget the muse

Of course, I can't forget my muse, the lovely Miss Madelynne. Into her third month of school and she is making great strides with learning. She is pretty math minded, which is great. She does get frustrated when it comes to certain aspects of her homework, but it will get easier, I'm sure, as she continues to work hard at her writing skills. She had fun with Grandma and Grandpa when they visited and is looking forward to visiting them at Christmas. She was an owl for Halloween, which fit into our Labyrinth theme quite well. She loved gutting the pumpkins this year, although Brad was in charge of decorating them. She had a rough earlier part of the week with the loss of our cat, so it's been a rough one for us all, going through bouts of the grieving process. Needless to say, other than dealing with her strong will and independence, she's definitely a little force to be reckoned with.

Sitting and waiting for the ferry.

Face painting at the Crab Festival

Being a silly minion

Waiting in line to get those crabs

Meeting baby Violet for the first time with Imani

Back of her and Quince's costumes for Halloween

The Owl and the Ghostbuster

Walking with Grandpa on the beach

Promising to not cross the line behind her while we watched the ocean

Practicing her spelling

Fall dancer

Her and Isla

"Can I cuddle with you, Papa." After we put Angel to sleep.

Annual Pumpkin Patch pic

Gutting those bad boys

Sibling pic-6months

Comments

For the future's not ours to see...

There is so much going on in our world today that is negative. I get irritated with watching the news and seeing such drama the media portrays. I never really paid that much attention to it until I had Madelynne and then everything changed about my perception of the world. It is scary, out there, when all you want to do is shelter and protect your little one. Maybe I am coming to the terms with growing older and realizing that life on this great planet is limited and to make the most of it. Being a SAH mom has really caused me to think and reflect on so many different things. It hasn’t always been sweet, happy thoughts, either. I know a few weeks ago I was really concerned for the end of the world and for my daughter and future generations that have to endure such drastic changes that will continue to occur over time. I find myself getting caught up with questions about my faith and my journey as a Christian and feeling lost and not knowing who to turn to or talk to about such conflict

Just B

In teaching poetry and preparing my kiddos this week for their poetry presentations, we watched a few spoken word poets via pre-selected versions on YouTube. One video that stood out the most was from the 2012 TED talks from spoken word poet, Sarah Kay. The poem is a perfect depiction of having a child and advice that a mother wants to carry on to her daughter...If you have an opportunity, I'd check it out on YouTube and just watch the "If I should have a daughter" or the title of the poem is "B". Sifting through the poem, I extracted a few of my favorite quotes and a few recent pictures of Madelynne to accompany them. Enjoy. "...Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away" (Sarah Kay, TED Talks, 2012). “...Remember, your Mama is a worrier, and your Papa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking f

The Emerald Isle: The Middle

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