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Once again my guest blogger is my daughter in law, Becky. 

My son and his wife inspire me with their minimalist lifestyle. I like what it represents: less work, less stress, less chaos. I'm just trying to figure out how to do it with this crew. 

I have desired for years to sort, to simplify, to shrink the amount of stuff. Becky's blogs have put words to it and shown me that it is attainable. And it makes good sense.

Can't get it to go live for some reason, but it's worth the time to paste it into your browser.

Mama's Maxims

Around our house, a new year always stirs up talk of new goals.  Here are my goals- some old, some new- for 2015.  

Mama's Maxims

I will not scold happy noise. 

I will, without apology,  be the nutrition, hygiene, and screen police.

I will increase book and board game time and decrease screen time in my home. 

I will not tolerate back talk in any form, includingduh, huh, or a rolling of even half an eyeball.

I'm the mother, I'm the mother, I'm the mother. 

There It Is.

Sitting in church last Sunday, I inspected our seats to see if eight of the ten kids had arrived. (Hope was in the nursery, and our oldest and his wife are still sparring with winter in frozen North Dakota.)  One, two, three....six, seven, eight. My eyes followed to the end where Captain Fun, my husband of 28 years, finished off the row.  Every single chair was occupied by a Sims.  

Suddenly, I was struck with the wonder of it: There it is. What I have wanted since I was nine years old.

A Whole, Entire, Complete Day Off.


"What do you want for Mother's Day?" Captain Fun asked me several nights ago after family devotions.  

The answer came easily.  "A whole, entire, complete day off...from Hope."  

I adore Hope.  In fact, the more children I have, the more precious those early childhood years become. But as I told the ladies at Grove Avenue Baptist MOPS this week, I have had a preschooler in some form for 27 years, and sometimes I feel like I am just about to die from exhaustion.

What I Like About You.

Twenty seven years ago today, our first born arrived. It was Easter Sunday, 1987, 10:56 pm,  8 lbs, 8 oz, 20 inches long.  And because he was my first,  I remember like it was yesterday.  But what I remember just as clearly was when we broke the news to our families that he was on the way.

We had been married just six weeks.  Both my parents were still living and family gatherings were frequent. The good ole' days about which Carly Simon sings, no doubt.
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