A Families LoveI am just a wife and homeschool mom, with a heart for God, my family, special needs adoption, and great GF cooking. Come see what our family loves! |
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I think parenting therapeutically is different for every age, and dare I say it, for every child?! This is the evolving story of parenting one child, a story I have rewritten, edited and drafted out many times, a story that
It has been quiet here lately on the personal side of things, but I wanted to give an update of how things are going. Well, in short, they aren’t, sadly, the ketogenic diet does not appear to be the magic
The Lord GOD hath given me the tongue of the learned, that I should know how to speak a word in season to him that is weary: he wakeneth morning by morning, he wakeneth mine ear to hear as the learned. Isaiah 50:4 These
Filled to overflowing, bone deep tired, soul deep inspired, filled to bursting, informed and transformed. This is how I feel having just returned from the Together Called adoption event at the very lovely Leola Village Inn. the conference was full
Due to the blizzard, and power loss, and ensuing crazy shoveling fest, I never got the pictures posted that I have compiled for my project, 28 Days of Life, Love and Laughter. So, here they are, or
Do some days pass and it feels like you have gotten nothing done, perhaps a week, perhaps longer? I am feeling that way currently, really struggling with bad attitude(theirs and my own:-(, school work not being done, somedays I cannot
Making keto meals for Little Man, and something for all of us too is tricky some days. I don’t want him to be jealous of what we get to eat, that will make him less likely to stay on the
This plaque was given to me this past Christmas by a very dear friend, and it now hangs in a place of pride on our dining room wall. I love the color, the way it pops and catches my eye
This past week has been a blur of hospital stay, learning, listening, weighing, measuring, reading, being bored, and in being in total control. That last one, that is my personal downfall, total control. I like organization, I like planning, packing, making
I feel I should write something profound and memorable during my time in the hospital with Little Man. Something that has substance and meaning, but, really I’ve got nothing. Not a single iota of inspiration or creativity to put here