October 22, 2014

It won't always be like this

He says it all the time. When I've scarcely finished his laundry from his last trip and he's headed out of town again, he says, "It won't always be like this." When I'm wiping splashed milk from the legs of a chair while two kids sit in time-out, one kid hollers from the bathroom that his butt needs wiping, and one sits staring hatefully at his green beans, Daniel says, "It won't always be like this." When I am up on a Saturday morning with four hungry kids while Daniel sleeps, because he was up past 1 a.m. writing critiques for his PhD, I can almost hear him saying, "It won't always be like this."

And the sad thing is, he's right.

Camping in a ten-buck, second-hand tent, at our friend's mountain village, where the pumpkin crop is no good this year on account of the rains. 

Roasting weird pink marshmallows imported from somewhere in Europe, through a hole in the side of a quite ingenious fire pit.

Look who turned 35 last week! Mathematically speaking, he is now closer to 40 than to 30;)
THE Carrot Cake (for breakfast the next day, but it was still his birthday in the States so I say it counts)

Home School elementary represented at the soccer tournament last weekend! We won two games and had a ball (literally).

His first coaching experience, whistle and all.


For fun, here's look at Zion's Chinese homework. Adorable
The kids built a "snow man" during their morning recess.