Hair Today, Gone Today...

I've already mentioned before that my youngest, Ally, is a brave soul. Well, today she outdid herself. She's been talking about getting her hair cut, so, being the thrifty mom, I said "How about I cut it for you!!!" She quickly agreed, and soon after we were out on the patio with scissors and comb in hand.

As most interns know, the first cut is the hardest. But within 10 minutes, we had about 4 inches cut off. She was happy, I was happy, and my sweet assistant, Katie, was happy.



Then, we went to the park....and as I was watching Ally come towards me, the right side of her hair appeared about 2 inches longer than the left side. So when we got back home, I sat her back on the chair and I began to even it up. But by the time that I got around to the other side of her head, it was about 2 inches shorter than the OTHER side!!! Apologizing profusely to Ally, and promising that I would buy her a pony the next day, I called my friend Carol. (She knows how to cut hair.) Carol rescued Ally's precious locks and everything is even.



Ally had such a sweet spirit throughout it all. And she still loves me. I guess that's what grace is all about.

Chicken Fights

I like my chickens...I really do. And I have to say that I think that I'm rather nice to them, too. I make sure that they get plenty of free range-ing and I feed them only the best scraps. I even give them bird feed in the mornings (which I am convinced is equivalent to yummy granola!) So when I found a new recipe for swiss chard this afternoon, I was eager to try it for dinner. As if the above mentioned wasn't enough...those selfish chickens were eating MY SWISS CHARD!!!!! As I ran out to the garden, confusion filled my soul. "Have I not given you enough? What more can you possibly want?" "Swiss chard," they responded. When it comes to my swiss chard, momma ain't sharing. Next time, it will be a chicken fight!

Healing with Graffiti

Don't know why, but I think that {some} graffiti is cool. I think that inside of me there's a creative hoodlum just wanting to be set free. But that's just it...don't have that kind of freedom. Maybe God will bring healing...in the way of graffiti! So, if you wake up some morning and you've found that your outside wall has been tagged, just think "Wow, a creative hoodlum must have found freedom!" Or not.

Bathroom Graffiti in the Mission District of San Francisco.

Bumper Sticker Graffiti at "Best Jerky in California" pit stop on way home from Mammoth.

Burnt Offerings 2

The girls and I were just doing our Bible Study (Kay Arthur's 'God, What's Your Name?') and we came across this verse from the NASB....Psalm 20:3 "May He remember all your meal offerings and find your burnt offerings acceptable." He even remembers me with the burnt bbq chicken!!! I KNEW it was biblical!!! :)

Burnt Offerings

Week one is behind us. I've always heard that homeschooling is a sacrifice. But it wasn't until the other night that I really understood it all better. We were outside in the garage in our "classroom" that we've created and I thought that I could cook dinner and help the girls at the same time. I've always been pretty good at multi-tasking. Well, I'm not. It turns out that my "sacrifice" turned out to be a burnt offering for dinner. Hmmmm. At least it's biblical.

The First Day of {Home}School

We started our Homeschooling Adventure this week. I am so wonderfully excited about it, and the girls are getting excited, too. We began with a fun breakfast to kick off the school year. Here's to the next 180 days of LIFE!