Dancing in the kitchen with Papa

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Fishing in the Bourbeuse

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We wanted to give our nephew, Wesley, a good taste of Missouri. But when you’re entertaining guests from Florida, Missouri sort of pales in comparison. Not that I would trade it for Florida, but Floridians are at least as proud of their state as Missourians are of Missouri. So we tried to think of activities that would be a good representation of things that you can’t really do in Florida.

For one thing, you wouldn’t go wading in a stream like this, in Florida. Unless you like being gator bait.

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For the same reason, you wouldn’t stand in the river and fish, so that is exactly what we did.

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Which brings us to the part where Kinsley catches her first fish. And falls in love.

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That look on her face cracks me up every time I see this photo. She was so infatuated with that fish! Just after I took that last photo, the fish squirmed out of her hands and swam to safety. I imagine he told his fishy buddies “You’re never going to believe what just happened to me!”

Summery things…

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Sophie in just her diaper. She’s oddly lumpy, and incredibly squeezable.

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Storms in the distance.

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The whirlwind visits of family from afar.

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A conglomeration of nieces, siblings, and daughters. Can you see what doesn’t belong in that photo?

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Simple fixes to concerning vehicle issues. It’s so nice to learn that the problem is an $11 part!

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Evening picnics on Great-Great Grandma’s quilt.

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Making do, in the good old Ozarkian way.

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Sisters and nieces. They’re kind of summery, and I sure do love ’em!

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Fishing. We’ve fished in about every body of water in the Ozarks over the past couple of weeks, and Kinsley caught her very first fish. But that’s another post for another time.

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Summer sunsets.

Swimming. Canoing. Gardening. Plump, juicy blueberries, warmed in the sunshine. Even the to-do list has a certain charm in the middle of summer. There is so much richness to be enjoyed this time of year!

Football

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My brother Zion is into this sport called football. I don’t really understand the concept, but it’s something like this.

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See that ball? Apparently everybody on that field, wants that ball. And while they’re playing, it has to be that ball, not any one of the hundreds of others they could easily lay their hands on at Walmart.

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There are a lot of tense moments during the game. Stand-offs, where no one actually moves, they all squat and stare at a ball which is remaining perfectly still. Then someone throws it, and all heck breaks loose.

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Usually, someone eventually catches the oddly shaped ball and then runs with it for a second or two, but apparently deciding that they really don’t know what to do with it after all, the person throws it to a nearby team-mate, who does pretty much the same thing, all while dodging various people who are determined to get their hands and that ball.

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There’s some other terminology involved, words like Hike, and Hut, and Quarter Backer and Line Backer, but I’m not really sure how these terms fit into the game. Zion has tried to impress these terms on me, and even demonstrated them numerous times in my kitchen, but I’m afraid it’s all a little beyond me. Sophie seems to be picking it up, though.

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Apparently, Zion is showing some real aptitude for this sport (due, in no small part, to all the tussles we all had as children over various objects, including the occasional ball). He has been participating in a summer camp to help prepare for some official games over the fall.

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The team is a community team, comprised of homeschoolers, private schoolers, and public schoolers. The dream is that someday it will consist of home and private school kids.

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Dad has been acting as an assistant coach during the camp.

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Until they get their official uniforms, all their jerseys say “11” on the back. Which makes cheering really easy and fool proof. “Go number 11! You’re the best player out there! Woo-Hoo!!!”

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More search terms

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1. pillowcase dress

A while back I made THESE pillowcase dresses. Like the t-shirt skirts, I thought the project went smoothly, and always planned to get back to the idea. But, like the skirts, I never did. I did save these links as cute ideas though…

Jen, at Red Instead, has this tutorial.

Leslie also has a tutorial up at her blog, A Room Somewhere. I enjoy reading Leslie’s blog regularly, by the way.

And then there’s Susan’s tutorial on Freshly Picked

2. boston terrier puppies

I don’t actually have Boston Terriers, but my parents do, and they love them to death. They have three of them actually – two females and a male. THe male is virtually impossible to photograph, but here are the two females…

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3. dobson ron paul

This search term is interesting to me for many different reasons. The search usually takes people to the post about the open letter to Dr. Dobson. The interesting thing to me, is that any leader in the Christian community can carry so much weight that his endorsement of any political candidate is crucial to that candidacy. It’s also amazing that Christians are so willing to not think, and instead allow a “spiritual geru” to do their thinking for them. We seem to be like sheep who confuse a slightly larger, more prominent sheep for The Shepherd.

4. home crafts

This is one of my favorite topics, right up there with thrifting!

5. baseball posters

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I have no idea why this search would lead to my blog. I don’t own any baseball posters, and don’t really have any interest in them. But hello, people searching for baseball posters! Can I interest you in a cup of coffee and photos of my daughters? They’re much cuter than big stinky baseball players anyway. And they sweat less. Not that a poster sweats, but you’d probably have the impression of sweat every time you looked at your poster.

6. embroidery patterns

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I love anything with vintage embroidery – especially pillowcases. I wish I could embroidery, but I can’t ever make it look right. I envision all these sweet, simple little girls dresses in natural fibers and neutral colors with charming little embroidered accents.

Beetastic has an amazing collection of vintage embroidery finds. I love to browse through her photostream.

7. seashell crafts

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I assume that this search leads to Gentlewood Cottage because of the wreath which I made for Christmas two years ago…

8. marme

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The girls’ name for my mom. The name was chosen by my sister-in-law, Delana. I insisted that I got to choose what our kids would call my dad, so he’s Granddad.

9. retro homemaking

An endlessly fun topic. But really, there’s not much difference in Retro Homemaking, and Modern Homemaking, when it comes to the technique – it’s the mentality that’s different. Maybe that should be a whole ‘nother post for a whole ‘nother time.

10. vintage picnic

Ahh the romance…

We used to do this sort of thing more often pre-kid. Maybe someday it won’t seem so daunting and we’ll do it more often again.

You could serve any food at a “vintage” picnic. The romance is in the presentation. Chipped vintage plates with cheery colored flowers, sparkling citrus soda served in real glasses, and strong black coffee in chunky vintage coffee mugs are all essential. Someday I would love to find a genuine red-checkered table cloth to add to my picnic stash. If you’re lucky enough, you will dine on a grassy slope, overlooking a smooth jazz or a big band concert playing in the distance.

In the “old days” we took a book and read for hours. Maybe in the future we will enjoy that again, this time with our children flying kites and chasing butterflies in the distance.

11. love husband

This search thrills me. It’s like Google saw that search and thought “Who was that lady who writes that blog? Don’t you think it’s pretty obvious that she loves her husband? Let’s add that as a search result.” Yup, it must have gone something like that.

12. pioneer spider cooking pan

What? You lost me on that one.

13. handsome husband

See number 11. Strike “loves her husband?”. Insert “has a handsome husband?”.

Silver Dollar City:: Gyser Gulch

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This was definitely the best part of the trip. The kids enjoyed themselves immensely. It was nearly closing time, and they essentially had the fountain to themselves.

Life looks so different, when you’re tiny.

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Sophie took a while to get up the nerve to actually get in and get wet.

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She and Drew sort of emboldened each other.

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Kinsley on the other hand, dove right in and embraced the adventure.

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We also noticed that Caleb was as thrilled and pleased with this, as he had been to go on some of the bigger, wetter rides. He seems to be at the optimum age for this sort of thing, being equally thrilled by attractions designed for smaller kids and those designed for the adventurous adults.

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Sophie tried to discover the source of the water…

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And was continually shocked (and pleased) to get wet…

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Kinsley has a rule that she must ingest as much water from every source as she can possibly manage. And we wonder why she got sick when we arrived home.

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Ahh… if only I could be so carefree!

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