
Found this adorable web thingie on my friend, Jeanne’s, webpage! Thank you…love you!
Wed 31 May 2006
Wed 31 May 2006

Someone I love relies on me in ways you will never understand.
Someone I love endures pain and challenges that break my heart and renew my spirit at the same time.
Someone I love is unable to advocate for themselves for things that most of us take for granted.
Someone I love will never have the opportunities that every child should have.
Someone I love will need unconditional love and support after I am gone-this frightens me to the core.
Someone I love encounters pity, stereotyping responses and prejudice at every turn, because they look, act and/or learn differently from others.
Someone I love has needs that require me to allow outsiders” to have power and input in areas that should be mine alone to meet.
Someone I love will continue to look to me for everything in life long after other children are able to assume a place as part of the world.
Someone I love has needs that require more time and energy than I have to give.
Someone I love has needs that mean I am not able to meet basic needs of my own.
Someone I love has needs that have become the driving force behind major decisions my family makes.
Someone I love has changed me in ways I will never be able to describe.
Someone I love has taught me about love and about the really important things in life…
Dedication from: Living in My Skin: The Insider’s View of
Life With a Special Needs Child Copyright 2000 by
Communication Skill Builders, a Harcourt Health Sciences
Company. Lori A. Hickman is the author.
Wed 31 May 2006
LITTLE sister, come away,
And let us in the garden play,
For it is a pleasant day.
On the grass-plat let us sit,
Or, if you please, we’ll play a bit,
And run about all over it.
~from Come and Play in the Garden by Jane Taylor
Tue 30 May 2006

Took this shot on Sunday. The little ones playing in the plastic pool while in the background the big pool s l o w l y fills. *smile*

I decided to join in Amanda’s Summer Reading Challenge. Since we homeschool year round, I’ll probably only get a chance to read one a month.
My picks:
Susan Branch Summer Book
Okay, so there’s not too much to read (so I’m not really counting it) but I do love these books!
How the Catholic Church Built Western Civilization
The early beginnings of Christianity, always fascinating to me…this one has been in my Amazon cart for awhile.
Hold on to your Kids: Why Parents Need to Matter More than Peers
Cade and Connor are starting to become a handful. *smile*
Montessori Play and Learn: A Parent’s Guide to Purposeful Play from Two to Six
Ideas for Quinn.
Blog Notes:
“My Son, the Homilist,” an absolutely delightful read about children and church.
Semicolon’s “100 More Things to do when You’re Bored: Summer Edition” and the original list, “Bored- Nothing to Do.”
Mon 29 May 2006
Little Mary, when you pass
Lightly o’er the tender grass,
Skip about, but do not tread
On my bright but lowly head,
For I always seem to say,
“Surely winter’s gone away.”
~from The Field Daisy by Ann TaylorTemps near 90 today!
Sun 28 May 2006

The summer holiday season starts and the Foster, Herring, Liposchak and Vonderhorst families come together once again to celebrate…
Momma’s potato salad and coleslaw
Lots of good (or bad depending upon how you look at it!) things to eat
Daddy readying the pool and how the kids love to play in it when it’s not all the way filled
Playing dodge ball with the kids
Watching the babies tumble about the yard
Watching the boats leave for a day out on the water
Holding the memories near and dear.
Sat 27 May 2006
Fri 26 May 2006


I watched the flag pass by one day, It fluttered in the breeze. A young Marine saluted it, And then he stood at ease. I looked at him in uniform So young, so tall, so proud, With hair cut square and eyes alert He'd stand out in any crowd. I thought how many men like him Had fallen through the years. How many died on foreign soil How many mothers' tears? How many pilots' planes shot down? How many died at sea How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, freedom isn't free. I heard the sound of Taps one night, When everything was still, I listened to the bugler play And felt a sudden chill. I wondered just how many times That Taps had meant "Amen," When a flag had draped a coffin. Of a brother or a friend. I thought of all the children, Of the mothers and the wives, Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives. I thought about a graveyard At the bottom of the sea. Of unmarked graves in Arlington. No, freedom isn't free. ~unknown
Thu 25 May 2006
Thu 25 May 2006

I’d like to say that Quinn was trying to stand on his head but truthfully, he’s not. I have no idea what he’s doing here…just doing one of his little Quinn things. *smile*
I sing constantly to my children (much to their dismay) and each of my boys (and my animals too) have their own (if not several) songs. This is one of Quinn’s…thanks to Disney!
The Homeschool Cafe has an interesting article, with links, about our school’s history books. I just went through this with Calvert’s American History textbook. As far as I’m concerned, it’s not worth the paper it’s printed on. I’d give anything to have my old 5th grade American History book…I loved history. The boys and I are doing a quick unit on Maryland history and from there we’ll go on to The History of Us by Joy Hakim. Not perfect but a lot better than Calvert.
Thu 25 May 2006
A Director’s Board (shown at 50%) that I made for my nephew’s 16th birthday. The PSD file is in layers so you can add whatever text you want. Click on the image to download.
Thu 25 May 2006
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