
Our friendly neighborhood mad scientist doing a demonstration about electrophoresis. #bananacreampie is asking great questions. First graders sitting in on lessons meant for seventh graders is what homeschool is all about!


Our friendly neighborhood mad scientist doing a demonstration about electrophoresis. #bananacreampie is asking great questions. First graders sitting in on lessons meant for seventh graders is what homeschool is all about!


Me: What shall we have for breakfast?
Andyroo: Chicken Nuggets!
Me: How about jam tarts?
Grantypants: No! Chicken nuggets.
Me: I don’t have any chicken nuggets.
Andyroo: But I lub chicken nuggets.
Grantypants: Yes. They are so good because they are hot.
Andyroo: I want 5 hot chicken nuggets.
It was my goal to read 60 books for 2018, and I only managed to finish 53. It was also my goal to only read books I enjoyed, and I dropped several without finishing, including Farewell to Arms by Earnest Hemingway and Origin by Dan Brown.
My favorite fun reads: My Lady Jane by Cynthia Hand (Thanks Katie)
The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern, narrated by Jim Dale (this one is the first book I’ve listened to that I believe is a better experience listening than it would have been to just read myself)
Classic that I hadn’t read before that I still can’t talk about:
Random Harvest by James Hilton
All I can say for now is that it is what Brideshead Revisited could have been if Evelyn Waugh had written characters worth reading about.
The one book I read that I didn’t enjoy, but I finished because it was good for me:
The Inconvenient Indian by Thomas King
Books that I couldn’t stop talking about:
At Home by Bill Bryson (thanks, Ruth)
The War to End All Wars by Russell Freedman
Play: How it Shapes the Brain, Opens the Imagination, and Invigorates the Soul by Stuart Brown
The Talent Code by Daniel Coyle
Best Family Read-alouds:
Dead End in Norvelt by Jack Gantos
Little Britches by Ralph Moody
Top 3:
No Greater Love by Mother Teresa
Man’s Search for Meaning by Victor E Frankl
Essentialism: The Disciplined Pursuit of Less by Greg Mckeown
Merry Christmas!
Since the twins were born, and I think maybe even longer ago–possibly for the last 6 years–I have not attempted making anything for Christmas. I just accepted the impossibility of making anything with twin babies in the house. This year the Christmas crafting bug could not be denied. It was my turn to give to my little brother, Sammy, and My best idea was to make a family version of Pit (a favorite game in our family.) Its a trading game. Usually the commodities traded are things like Wheat, Sugar, Corn, and Barley …a.k.a. Stock Market commodities. I made it with pictures of our family, so the commodities are Sammy, Katie, Eddie, etc. Mom is the Bear card, and Dad is the Bull card. 😂😂. We had great fun playing on Christmas Day. 
Let me tell you, it was more cutthroat than regular pit because the stakes felt higher.
How I made it:
I used the paint program on my computer to crop the pictures and add the point values. (Sammy got to be 100 since it was his present, and then I just went in reverse order. Peter suggested that I should have made our birth years the point values—which would have been cool-but significantly shortened the point spread.)
I printed the “wallet size” option, which was perfect for the cards.
I bought two 88 cent packs of playing cards, making sure to get the same pattern backs. I used double-sided tape to attach the pictures. Then I borrowed my friend’s laminator to laminate them. Originally I was just going to use clear packing tape to “laminate” them—and that might have been better, because they are pretty slippery and thicker than regular cards, it took a couple of rounds to get used to holding them.
However, I worried that the packing tape wouldn’t hold up as well.
I also made a birthday chart for my in-laws. They needed one :).

Now I know why most people use vinyl lettering instead of painting. I didn’t sand the board with a smooth enough grit, and the paint bled under the stencil edges pretty badly. So lesson learned: use at least 3 levels (probably more) of sandpaper , and just use vinyl cutouts. I fixed the big letters with a little paint brush. The little letters bled so badly that I gave up on that stencil and just painted the months freehand. They turned out better than I expected.
This board was 3/4″ by 6″ by 28″.
This is a post I began 2 years ago. It got stuck in the purgatory of saved drafts, and I forgot about it. Reading through it was cathartic for me. The story had a happy ending. The little girl was reunited with her mother. The separation should never have happened in the first place, but they are together and happy now.
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Dec 1, 2016
John 8:12 Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness
Today I went to a court hearing as a support to my friend. Due to an overreaction at school and some language barrier problems, and probably some racism, her 8 year old daughter was taken into state custody 46 days ago. She and her daughter have basically suffered all the agony of a kidnapping without the support of having a community behind them trying to help, because the state did the kidnapping. Today was the hearing to determine what should be done next. There is no evidence of abuse or neglect happening in the home, other than what the juvenile officers claim was told them by a little girl who has only spoken English for a year and was clearly asked leading questions that she nodded and smiled to because she didn’t understand what was being asked. I’m devastated that the decision was made for the government to retain custody pending more counseling for the daughter until March of next year, when another hearing will be held. That is months away. The harm and trauma it is causing this little girl and her mother can not be measured. I do not wish at this time to write a post about the terrifying amount of power that DFS and CPS have. My friend came to this country legally about a year ago, and our government has just bulldozed its way over her family.
I went to try to share my friend’s burden. I do not know how to comfort her. I cannot get her child back for her. But I was there, and I promised I would keep being there, and I assured her that in the end, right will prevail.
when I got home, I was pretty emotionally exhausted–too tired to do home school. I suggested to my girls that we do a service, and they voted to take cookies to our friend who is the primary care giver of her elderly mother with dementia. The girls enjoyed making the cookies, and delivering them lifted my spirits after such a difficult morning.
Best Oatmeal Cookies Ever:
1 cup coconut oil (the fragrant unrefined kind–butter also works here)
1 cup brown sugar, packed
1/2 cup white sugar
1 tsp vanilla
2 eggs
1-1/2 cups flour
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp salt
3 cups old fashioned rolled oats
1 cup raisins
1. Preheat the oven to 325*F
2. Cream coconut oil/butter and sugars together.
3. Add eggs and vanilla.
4. In a separate bowl, combine the flour, baking soda, cinnamon, and salt.
5. Add the flour to the coconut oil/butter and mix thoroughly.
6. Add the oatmeal and raisins and stir until they are evenly distributed.
7. Drop the cookie dough by rounded teaspoonfuls on an un-greased cookie sheet. Bake 18-20 minutes, or until the cookies are golden brown around the edges and firm when lightly tapped in the center.

My sister threw me a SURPRISE birthday party.
She called me and asked me to come help her process deer meat. I for sure did not want to do that on my birthday, and I told her that I could not because I had a hair cut appointment and something else. But she begged me to help her, and so I went.
Luckily for me, there was no actual deer meat- just my good friends and a delicious gingerbread cake with whipped cream.
Also luckily for me, I needed a shower badly enough that it couldn’t be put off, and I decided that even if I were processing meat that I was going to wear makeup on my birthday. 😅
It was healing to my soul to have so many friends take time out of their day to celebrate me. In my exhausted mother of twins state, I feel pretty isolated most of the time. And my sister did so much work- I’ve always intended to throw a party for her as payback, and I’ve never succeeded in doing it yet (I write 6 years later.)





Notes from friends and cousins:
Sorry I couldn’t be there. How can Rebecca be 40, I’m not a day over 21?—Mom
One of my heroes for sure! Happy birthday Rebecca!
—Kathy G
Happy Birthday, Cousin Rebecca!
From all of us over in these Kentucky hills.
—Ben E
Rebecca, you’re 40?!?! I wish I had known that was coming up last week when I was there. Happy birthday!!! I feel so lucky and blessed to have you as a sister-in-law! Love you tons. See you at Christmas!!!—Linda L
Happy birthday, Rebecca!—Clara D
Happy Birthday! 4️⃣0️⃣ looks so sweet on you ❤️Brenna G
I totally love this! Happy birthday!!—Martha R
Happy Birthday beautiful!! 🎈🎂🎈—Jenny P

When you decide at noon that the girls coming to your 10-year-old’s birthday party at 4pm that day need a party favor to take home.
Then you get out the piece of blue fleece left over from making a pillow for cousin Emily last year,
the ribbon from a box of lace that a sweet granny at church gave you when she decided to reduce her stash,
the fiber fill stuffing your friend gave you when it was left over from reupholstering a chair,
googley-eyes left over from a preschool project,
And E6000 glue because glue.

Enlist the help of your minions, and less than 2 hours later, you have blue cuteness.

Just enough time to clean-up the house…or catch a nap before eight 10-year-olds descend upon you en masse.
The last couple of weeks have been the slow dawning of a painful recognition that I need to make some changes. By this evening, I have quit feeling sorry for myself and am coming round to being willing to work on it. I’m thankful for Jesus Christ and his atoning sacrifice than gave me the opportunity to change and the power to change. I’m grateful to not be doing this alone.
“True education is a form of repentance. It is a humble admission that we’ve not read all that we need to read, we don’t know all that we need to know, and we’ve not yet become all that we are called to become. Education is that unique form of discipleship that brings us to the place of admitting our inadequacies. It is that remarkable rebuke of autonomy and independence so powerful and so evident that we actually shut up and pay heed for a change.” – George Grant

Another negative space study. #drawingontherightsideofthebrain #homeschoolrocks #artclass