A Running Collection

 Moving means things are not where they should be. They are not what they should be. They are not when they should be. So meals and toys and tools are displaced and misplaced. So, when I heard her cry, I knew that it wasn't because someone had taken something from her or told her she couldn't do something or looked at her sideways. She was in pain. She was really in pain. We looked closely at the leg that had met the ground under the bar of a plow attachment. It wasn't swollen. It wasn't cut. So we waited to see if she would walk on it and she didn't. Off to Quick Care, then the Children's Hospital of Atlanta, and then the orthopedist. Because it was broken. It is broken. So slow down. Be still. Wait. Be a bridesmaid. And she is being so so brave. Not grumpy. Just finding new ways to play and participate. She is out of the cast and into a boot. She can take a bath and sleep without it and for that we are all so very glad.

First day of school photos and ideas roll me over. Capturing kids posed has never really worked well in our family. We would have to stop what we are doing and brush hair and change clothes or put on clothes. And as the heat pounded down and as we sorted supplies and set up shop, I couldn't capture a minute. I don't know that I wanted to. It didn't seem very romantic or real or realistic. Weeks have rolled by and we have found a groove. And we have also found some serious things that needed revisiting, revamping, reconsidering and so forth. We've explored Antarctica, Camels, Birds of Prey, Algebra, multiplication (William's crazy smile below captures the moment he discovered that skip counting is multiplication), the letter G, molecules, words, verses, poetry, art, acting, making google documents, making music, painting, baking, studying the seasons, learning how to tell time... And with that, I've collected some images and movement. If you were here, you wo...