Life as a Lewis

Rory turns 10 today, and she cannot quit reminding me that she is a pre-teen. For a girl who wants to grow up as quickly as possible, this is a big deal. We celebrated over the weekend while my parents were in town and she is taking snickerdoodle cookies (that she made herself) tomorrow for lunch so her actual birthday is a little anti-climatic. She requested Fazolis for supper (she is clearly not a foodie) and we have leftover cake and ice cream. Rory is giggly and tenderhearted, ditzy and intelligent. She is an awesome helper and a hard worker. She spends an inordinate amount of time in front of the mirror fixing her hair (which is always a bun or braid). I am still her favorite human (although I have a suspicion the tween years could change this). She thrives on personal responsibility and independence. Once her mind is made up, you cannot convince her she's wrong. She is frightfully forgetful. She adores music and has no idea she cannot carry a tune. She cries at the d

Why fit in when you were born to stand out? -Dr. Seuss

One of my all-time favorite pictures of Camden popped up on my FB feed last week. September 2010 Camden wasn't thrilled about it, but he let me recreate the picture only "because you're the mom." Of course, I'm pretty sure only "the mom" would want to recreate this picture. September 2016

1. My parents made a trip over the weekend, and I determined to pull out my camera. They've visited several times this summer, and I have left the camera put away every single time. Unfortunately, this visit was no different - only a quick photo with my phone. 2. Brian performed his first wedding this week. 3. We've had 3 straight days of leaving the house before 7:00 a.m. and not returning until nearly 9:00 p.m. This means solo parenting, disgruntled kids, and a stronger-than-usual dose of grace all around. 4. I spent most of the day Wednesday drinking ungodly amounts of horrible concoctions while being thoroughly flipped, twisted, and thoroughly x-rayed. Good news is they didn't find anything causing my stomach pain. Bad news is they didn't find anything causing my stomach pain. 5. This morning was week 2 of a 7-week study of 1, 2, and 3 John. It is sweet to spend Friday mornings laughing, learning, and maybe even crying together. Maybe the first signs of

What life looked like on this Labor Day 2016: an extra cup of coffee, breakfast as a family (which rarely happens these days), a little labor for home and church, lunch out with Brian, grilled hamburgers for supper, and some time left over for a good book.