I Used To Take Pictures

Photography is something that I love, something that I [used to] want to learn as much as I could about. But over the past two/three years I have hardly picked up my camera. When I think back and try to pinpoint why I put it down, the only thing I keep going back to is someone very close to me found out some very bad news. With their life being turned upside down because of sickness I felt guilty capturing happy moments. Honestly, I didn’t just stop taking pictures, I stopped enjoying life. I sank back into depression and I didn’t even try to fight it.  
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It wasn’t until David, in a not-so-pleasent-way, helped me to see that my depression was not just affecting me, but our family.  The thing that hit me the hardest is when he asked, how can you even begin to help her when you can’t even get out of the bed? I felt ashamed and selfish. 

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This post was supposed to be about getting back into photography.  I guess it all ties together somehow ūüôā


I miss it. So much! When I look through my Flickr account or the many folders I have on the computer, I feel like there are so many moments missing. Moments that I didn’t capture, a smile, a birthday, a surprise,  a kite being flown,   games being played, and even  the unpleasant, a messy room, a pile of laundry or a pile of shoes.


I am determined to pick my camera back up, to get in the habit of having it with me and ready to go. My goal is not to become a professional photographer by any means. I just want to document the moments in our lives, no matter how big or small, good lighting or bad lighting, blurry pictures and all. I want to be able to look back through the snapshots of our lives and remember when.

Art Project: Salt & Watercolors


Sarah enjoyed working on this little project. It is probably one of the easiest, yet messiest, art projects we have done.

Materials needed: 
White school glue
Table Salt 

salt watercolor glue Collage

1. On a piece of construction paper draw a picture with white school glue.
2. Cover glue with salt. Allow to sit for a few minutes. 
3. Be sure entire picture is covered with salt. Pour excess salt into trashcan. Or on the floor as Sarah and I chose to do. This is the messy part. We had salt everywhere.
4. Use a paintbrush to drop watercolor onto the salt and watch it spreads as the salt absorbs the paint.

:: 2013-2014 School Year ::


It’s that time of the year again! We begin our 2013-2014 school year on September 3rd. While we are not overly excited, just yet, to begin, it will be nice to be on some sort of a schedule.

We are going on our last vacation of the season next week. I really hope we have nice weather! I am so tired of rainy, gray days. Goodness.

booksThis year I was able to get most of our curriculum from friends or second hand stores.

Have I mentioned that I now have a high schooler. wow.

9th Grade
Your Teacher Algebra 1 (ibooks)
Glenco Reading Essentials for Biology
Grammar and Writing
Around the World in 180 Days
To Kill a Mockingbird & 24 More Videos
Rick Warren’s Bible Study Methods¬†

8th Grade
Teaching Texbooks Pre-Algebra 
America Land That I Love 
Matter & Motion
To Kill a Mockingbird & 24 More Videos 
Grammar and Writing

2nd Grade
Rod & Staff Language Arts
Teaching Textbooks 3rd
Horizons 2nd grade Math 
Beautiful Feet 
Meeting Many People 
Science Experiments in the Kitchen 


Teacher Resources 
The Master Planner
The Check List by Cindy Downes
Easy Peasy
Donna Young




It’s Hard Having Good Kids

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Before David and I started having kids I was determined that I was going to raise, to the best of my ability, well behaved kids. Once Emily reached the “terrible twos” I started reading every parenting book I could find. Then a year later I read them again because now I had two toddlers under foot and I had no idea what I was doing. While the crying, screaming, fighting and just plain disobedience was enough to bring me to tears on a daily basis, that was not the hard part.¬†

The daily discipline was much harder. So much harder.

There were days I wanted to give up. There were days when I thought letting them talk back, be disrespectful, tell me no & run around the house like wild animals would be easier. And to be honest, it would have been.

But I love my girls and I want what’s best for them. David and I made a commitment to God that we would do our best to raise them to bring honor to Him.

When Emily and Audrey were 4 and 5 I hated for people to tell me how well behaved the girls were because it was usually followed by, you’ve got it so easy.

Even now having a 14, 12 & 7 year old I hear some of those same statements and it makes me cringe on the inside. I know people mean well & I know they don’t mean anything by it and really it is a compliment but something about “having it easy” just irks me.

Because frankly, being a mom to these three girls is THE hardest thing I have ever done. Having to discipline your children when needed is anything but pleasant. It’s not fun having to spank, say no, take toys and fun things away from the girls as punishment. It’s an awkward thing to have to call up a friend and cancel plans because the kids will not behave or cancel a sleepover because a child is being so dang stubborn.

David and I have been asked so many times over the years what’s the secret, how do you get them to behave, they are so polite. Once we start talking about discipline nine times out of ten they lose interest. I don’t know what they expect us to say its not like we have a magic pill or anything.

My girls do not tell me no now because I did not allow them tell me no when they were little. They do not raise their voices in anger to us because we did not let them get by with it when they were little. Just as we don’t make excuses for their bad behavior now we did not do it then.

Two of my favorite books are The Strong Willed Child and Creative Correction. And I had lots of creative ways to discipline the girls. Some were thought out well in advance while others just came to mind right there in the moment. There were times when this momma broke the rules and was “caught” by the girls and like a big girl I had to take the same punishment I gave to them. Even if it meant I had to wear a lollipop stick on my nose for five minutes.

I’m not saying our children are perfect, in fact they are far from it. But it was hard getting them to where they are now. And while our days of the terrible twos are far behind us we have reached a new season in our lives having teenagers and just like we did when they were two we will figure it out one tear at a time.