Monday, June 29, 2009

Beth's One

We know that it's nearly two months past, but we couldn't let Beth's birthday go by without at least a picture or two! She is so much fun, and we are still lovin' pink!

Two days old!

One year old!

And Now for the Introductions...


But oh wait. That's what profiles are for. So we'll skip the all of the "hi-how-are-yous" and beg your forgiveness for being such tardy, backwards, awful (I could go on) bloggers for almost a whole month. Yet there are reasons. Very, very good reasons. And here are a few-- A homeschool conference (which was wonderful), a tea party (which was lovely), the laundry, and a social life (we do have one of those, don't you know?), home improvement projects, lawn work and trying to kill a garden. Oh, and not to mention cutting an electric cord. AGAIN! That was my special job today, and I did it oh so well. The cord doesn't work in the slightest little bit, and yes, one of the bushes is only half trimmed. But hey, at least this year, it's the one in the back yard.


And so, all that to say, we haven't taken very many pictures to show you. Nor have we written any profound thoughts to share with you. Such bloggerly duties have been completely ignored, but no longer! For here, for your enjoyment, are pictures of something. But I don't know exactly what, because that is Sarah's job. So she shall have to explain the photos, while I do the grievous job of explaining our absence. Thank you for your patience, love and support. (sniffle, sniffle) We wouldn't be here without you, (sob) our faithful and longsuffering reader. (chokedly) Thank you.

~Rebecca

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

The Thoughts of David

In which he shares his profound philosiphies on romantic love, the purpose and meaning of his art, and his favorite scripture for road rage.


He exclaimed, while throwing his arms around his sister "I'm in love with you!" She, being so very tender-hearted, reciprocated with equal fervor, "I'm in love with you too!" To which he replied "No you aren't. Girls don't fall in love with boys, boys only fall in love with girls!" We'll give him a few years on that one...

While showing off one of his artistic masterpieces, he explained it like this: "This is Elijah whining. And Jesus is mad at him for whining." This great achievement in the world and history of art is to be surpassed only by his "message to God, asking him to save Elijah."

And of course, when you're stuck in rush hour, always remember that the wicked "are like the traffic, which the wind drives away" Ps. 1:

David Storrie is the resident philosopher and Beth Protecter at Storrieville Academy. His thoughts and opinions, which he shares quite freely, are nearly four years in the making. When not pondering the deep matters of life or creating something Da Vincian, he enjoys eating, sleeping, playing outside, collecting baseball cards, and wearing patterned socks in outrageously bright colors. He resides with his family (which is a rather ponderous one) at said Storrieville Academy, which he refuses to call a boarding school.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Her children rise up and call her blessed; Her husband also, and he praises her:
"Many daughters have done well, But you excel them all."
Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, But a woman who fears the LORD, she shall be praised.
Give her of the fruit of her hands, And let her own works praise her in the gates.
Proverbs 31:28-31
A happy Mother's Day to the best Mama in the world! We love you lots and lots! (Sorry this is so late. :)

Two Temples
A Builder builded a temple,
He wrought it with grace and skill;
Pillars and stones and arches
All fashioned to work his will.
Men said, as they saw its beauty,
"It shall never know decay;
Great is thy skill, O Builder!
Thy fame shall endure for aye."
A Mother builded a temple
With loving and infinite care,
Planning each arch with patience,
Laying each stone with prayer.
None praised her unceasing efforts,
None knew of her wondrous plan,
For the temple the Mother builded
Was unseen by the eyes of man.
Gone is the Builder's temple,
Crumpled into the dust;
Low lies each stately pillar,
Food for consuming rust,
But the temple the Mother builded
Will last while ages roll,
For that beautiful unseen temple
Was a child's immortal soul.
Hattie Vose Hall
(We have pictures but the computer won't load them right now. :P)