When I Grow Up

  “Nafisa, do you like history?” Zach asked a fourteen year old friend who was here tonight. “I do like history.” “Then you are going to LOVE the volcano video.” “Zach, honey,” I jump in, “that video isn’t about history.” “But it has a lot of historical stuff in it.” “Well, history, as a subject [Read More…]

All The Other Babies

We went to a meeting tonight of parents considering a Christian, homeschooling cooperative of sorts.  It focuses on providing a “classical education” as described in The Well-Trained Mind (see blog roll). One of their big selling points is that joining the cooperative would help keep me accountable.  This way I’ll know that we’ll be on [Read More…]


Until I started writing a blog, I didn’t read a single blog regularly.  Now I regularly follow several. Some of them, like Shannah’s, Kathy’s, and Sarah’s are from friends.  It’s a new way to share life with them — not really real, but more real than I expected. I read one blog by someone I [Read More…]

Do Not Worry About Tomorrow

When Zach was a baby, I refused to call him colicky.  Even though he was absolutely colicky.  He could have been the poster child for colick, but I wasn’t about to slap a label on my newborn. I didn’t want to call him a “bad” baby right from the start.  People would judge him.  Or [Read More…]

Survey Monkeys

We’re still working away on our “Mistakes” story.  Tuesday, the boys and Wendy designed a survey to help them get a better sense of how adults experience mistakes. Here’s an email the boys sent to our friends today asking them to take the survey.  After you read it, if you have two minutes, you can [Read More…]


I knew that we were going to have a hard time with Ezra when he was just two.  I gave him his first time out for an infraction I no longer remember. I put him in his crib without his blankie, and two hours later he was still there, refusing to say he was sorry. [Read More…]

Get on the bus

We just finished watching the PBS American Experience episode, Freedom Riders. Ezra fell asleep around ten fifteen, but he was riveted until he could no longer keep his eyes open. Zach made it all the way ’till eleven, shaking his head in disbelief the whole time. As I watched, all of my anxiety about recent [Read More…]