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A little mama and her baby

My girls.  Like bookends in my family. One is leaving behind infancy and becoming a little girl. The other is morphing from little girl into a young woman.
They absolutely adore each other. I pray they are always close, even when they are both grown.   I pray Cece will always have a doting cheerleader in her big sister, someone to look up to and a shoulder to cry on when life gets tough.   I pray Aili will always have a sister friend that she can laugh through life's joys and sorrow's with.  Those 9 years will shrink in a couple decades,  but I love that unique big sister/ little sister relationship they have right now. A little mama and her baby. A little girl and her super hero.

Too heavenly minded

"Don't be so heavenly minded that you're of no earthly good"  
This saying gets under my skin.
It sounds so simple that it's easy to nod in agreement  without actually thinking about what it means.   Which is the problem with most "Christian-isms" rattled off by well meaning Christians everywhere.
Is it possible to be too heavenly minded?

This is what C. S. Lewis had to say on the topic in  Mere Christianity: "If you read history you will find that the Christians who did most for the present world were precisely those who thought most of the next. It is since Christians have largely ceased to think of the other world that they have become so ineffective in this. The Apostles themselves, who set on foot the conversion of the Roman Empire, the great men who built up the Middle Ages, the English Evangelicals who abolished the Slave Trade, all left their mark on Earth, precisely because their minds were occupied with Heaven. It is since Christians have…

Snails and Tadpoles

So, today was just one of those days. One of those days that convinces me that my children are insane, and I'm even crazier.  We all had an "off" day but one ornery 4 yr old boy really kept life particularly interesting from dawn till dusk.  The same boy who exclaimed on our morning walk "Look a four leaf clover, it's my lucky day!"..which sounds more like "wutty day".  Maybe if it was actually a 4 leaf clover our day would have gone smoother.  Or maybe it was our "wutty day"....  if "wutty day" is defined as  a 3 kids to the dentist, tantrums in a grocery store, child nearly run over by a truck in the parking lot,  sugar cereal begging, displays knocked over,  random bleeding injuries, spilled milk,  spent too much money..mommy needs a stiff drink and a personal masseuse kind of day.  
Fortunately the 1 year old spent some time with Grandma this afternoon and missed the fun.   As I got in the car to drive home I resolved never to…

Why we love summer

In the summer it's light late enough  to ride a tricycle on the trampoline in your pajamas...when you're supposed to be in bed.

Or hop it if you feel so inspired.

There are beaver huts  forts to be constructed.

and burrowed into.

There are trees that need to be climbed

and a gazillion dandelions that need to be inspected.
It was a LONG cold winter 

but the sun is back and Silas' shoes came off.   (We'll shove his feet back into shoes in October)

What better way to celebrate a sweltering 15 degrees Celcius day (insert sarcastic eye roll here) than to get soaked with  icy sprinkler water.

Which always  inevitably leads to getting muddy and cold.  I'm still not sure why. Whatever keeps them happily entertained for hours at a time.
We really are enjoying having an early summer break!   I love the freedom of home educating.  Our schedules have slowed down and it feels like a little calm before an action packed (but fun) summer of camping.  
This month we have been making regular  trip…

A picture is worth a 1000 words

On this Father's Day,  I could write 2000 words about all the ways you  invest into the lives of our kids, how blessed we are to have you, how  lucky  I am to have you as a parenting partner, and how much you are adored... but I'll let these pictures speak for themselves.

Thank you for all that you do and for the man that you are.
Love always,   Carla

Man-boys will be man-boys part 2

If you missed part 1 you can find it here.

Before I offer you my run down on how to successfully raise a man-boy, I suppose I should define who falls under the definition of man-boy.

A man boy is someone who's body looks deceptively like that of a man but yet inside he is stuck in Never Never Land.  Under the umbrella of "man-boy" there is a wide spectrum but there are many ways that you can recognize one.

 The  man who is 35 living in his parents basement (or in a parasitic relationship to anyone else) and plays video games until 3am every night, waking at the crack of noon to pretend to scroll through the job listings but is actually reading the comics...he could very well be a man-boy.

The man who blames every one and everything for his failures in life rather than learning from them and using them as a catalyst for something better.   Most likely a man-boy.

When faced with the real world, the man who is incapable of dealing emotionally with the disappointment of no…

man-boys will be man-boys part 1

Warning: this may be a rant laced with irritation and mockery.
To most of the world the recent events embarrassing most Canadian citizens may go unnoticed...which is probably a good thing.  It has however caused such a stain on our Country, particularly Vancouver that it has received a lot of media attention and discussion here.

On Wednesday night there was a major Hockey game in Vancouver, B.C.   The Vancouver team lost and all hell broke loose.  Riots ensued through the night, cars were burned,  police were assaulted, buildings were burned, people received serious injuries, massive amounts of property was damaged, stores were looted.   People who tried to stop the destruction were gang beaten.  The police were under resourced and seemed unprepared.  The hostile environment was fueled by manic emotion, and alchohol.

It was ridiculous.

Seriously?!   It was a hockey game.

I suspect it all had very very little to do with hockey at all.  In fact it had nothing to do with hockey.

I don&#…

Made to be Courageous

This Sunday I will be celebrating my own father and what source of stability and strength he has been in my life.
As another Father's Day rolls around it makes me sad that so many children ( and adults) have nothing to celebrate.  In fact this day is  nothing more than another knife in the heart, a reminder of what they never had.
I  find myself thinking this week of all the Dad's that don't quite show up, who chose another path.
The cowards.

So many men have no clue what it means to be a man.  When boys  never quite grow up into men who can do what it takes to provide for their families,  protect those that they love, and give the best of themselves to their wives and kids our whole society suffers.   We end up with a culture of man-boys sitting on the sidelines playing video games and watching porn when we should have men of honor and courage leading, providing, loving, and protecting.

I think a lot of Dad's are satisfied with "good enough" and can alwa…

Hoist up the John B Sails

Last fall my husband came across this old boat and it was love at first sight.   Or at least it was ...I see potential  at first sight.  We bought it for less than what a  cruise vacation for 2 would cost us.  I did make him promise to take me away on a private sailing trip someday in exchange. 
With visions of summer days spent sailing as a family  my husband has been hard at work fixing up his "new" Tanzer 22. The boat came with the name "John B" painted on the back and although we would have named it something else more feminine we left it as the "John B".
He sanded, polished, and painted the exterior,  scrubbed and mucked out the interior, and rebuilt all the woodwork.   He removed the nasty built in port-a-pot and tiny fridge and replaced them with mahogany cabinet doors.  The only thing that would still be nice to replace someday is the old upholstery.  It's totally fine for now though.   Some men golf, some men watch sports, some have mistresses...…