We were visiting at Chris’s mom’s house while he and Kelly were in town, and sitting down to white beans and rice with the three of them and Granny, when Lucy raced into the room. Lucy: “The step-mother is here!” I start to ask one of those motherly questions which draws out the story behind […]

It has been a week of visitors.  We managed to have someone over for a meal every day last week.  After Taylor’s wedding, my mom and brother came over, so they were here Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday.  (Their visit also included a shopping trip to the French Quarter and a trip to the Aquarium.)  On Wednesday […]

You have to read this.  I was crying I was laughing so hard, while trying not to wake up the almost-sleeping parrot-monkey.  It will make sense if you read it. http://inspiredtoaction.com/2010/07/survivor-suburbia-the-grocery-store-with-children-challenge/

I finally, after months, decided to read a blog of two today.  This article was first, and it came at just the right time.

Well, it has finally happened, that rite of passage all mothers must undergo.  (It does happen to everyone, right?)  One of my children has fallen into the fountain at the mall.  You know, the one with the plants around it, strategically placed next to the winding stairs, the lovely view from which we always bypass […]

Lucy: “If God was made of glass, and had a thing in his back so you could wind Him up, like a wind-up bunny, then he could go up to the sky and come back down from the sky.” And later in the same car ride… Craig: “Have you ever tried to talk to Jesus?” […]

Ah, it’s time again for me to write about something of substance.  Or something. We talk often about trying, someday in the future, to live in an intentional (Christian) community.  We liked what we had at the Tulane Catholic Center, we’ve had retreat/camp experiences that were short term communities, and we liked it, so we’d […]

Lucy’s imaginary phone conversation this evening as we drove to dinner: Lucy: “We’re leaving the house.” * unintelligible question from interlocutor* Lucy: “Because we can’t pick up our big house!  It’s too heavy!” Apparently her friend on the phone was a turtle.

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We were watching Brother Sun, Sister Moon last night, which scared Lucy is so many places (she doesn’t like feverish people, or strange looking crucifixes, or lepers…).  The frolicking in the fields was a bit more 70s than I cared for, although Samantha enjoyed pointing out every flower, bird and dog (=sheep).  When the crowd […]