Pics from my Instagram:

via Instagram: Proof I’m married to the cutest guy EVER 😍😍 #tribe

Pics from my Instagram:

via Instagram: The Mr. is The Official Potato Salad Maker in our home. Since he is still inhabiting post-surgery invalid status, I made a standard sized batch with 10 lbs of potatoes. The troops rebelled and the youngest summed up their opinion when he asked to be excused with his potato salad uneaten. When asked why he didn’t eat it, he said “I tried, but when I tasted a tiny bit, my tummy said ‘oh no!! This tastes like it’s been poisoned!’ ”
The Mr’s position remains unchallenged 😜 #tribe

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via Instagram: Just about a full-on warren! SO excited. We’re just a few months away from raising the majority of our own meat!

Big Day Today

Today is the culmination of BOTH camps that my children have been dispersed among this week. I will go, with my children that were home with me this week, to one right after the other. The timing worked out well that way 😊Parents and siblings all come and are treated to a demonstration of all that has been learned and done this past week. It is exciting, it is fun, and the kids have been planning it and looking forward to it all week. 😊

It is also loud, intense, and full of people. 😳 

Good vibes accepted here πŸ˜‰

How Do You Do It?!?

The night before the last day of camp has me exhaustedly muttering to myself “we’ll never do this again”. I get to this point every year. Then we do it again next year. It’s worth it- the kids have so much fun. But oh my goodness I am so utterly and completely exhausted and worn out and used up.
People say to me “I don’t know how you do it” when they find out I homeschool or that I have 8 children. But my hat is off AND I bow deeply to the moms who live my week all year long- those of you who get your kids up and decent and ready and fed and packed and shipped offon time every single morning, and then pick them up and listen to their day and unpack their lunch and get them clean and presentable for the next day AND have them do their chores AND somehow squeeze in quality time… And I can’t even ponder the homework… and the cooking… and the housework…
You guys are amazing. And I am completely wrung out. 

Pics from my Instagram:

via Instagram: Sunday afternoon road trip. #GonnaMeetTheirPawpaw #YesMeetCauseImKindaBadAtKeepingUp #tribe

Pics from my Instagram:

via Instagram: Sunday afternoon road trip. #GonnaMeetTheirPawpaw #YesMeetCauseImKindaBadAtKeepingUp #tribe

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via Instagram: Hello little friend! So grateful for all the landscaping the previous owners of our home did. 😊 #tribe

Thoughts on the definitions of “life” and “sentience”

I’ve always wondered if it is our arrogance as a species that causes us to define sentience, thought, feeling, etc. only in terms of how we experience them ourselves.
I also wonder about our search for life outside of earth. The search seems to be limited to carbon based life forms that need water and breathe air similar to ours. Why do we place such limits on what is possible?
Do we really perceive ourselves as supreme, perfect, ideal? Do we really think there can be nothing that is not like us? Or does the idea of “otherness” terrify us to the extent that we cover our ears and pull a blanket over our heads and hum loudly?

Here’s the article that’s gotten me pondering today:

Do Plants Have Feelings?

Right Now:

via Instagram: We don’t typically “do” Father’s Day or Mother’s Day; no deep philosophical reason or special objection, it just isn’t our style. I’d actually forgotten it *is* Father’s Day til I popped in to Facebook this morning. I took this picture this forenoon, and then I was thinking about all the things I’ve seen people writing about their dads today, and I was just so SO happy that my kids have this man as their Papa. He is a good man, an honorable man, a man with integrity who is safely trusted. He is a hard worker and so fun to relax with. He is thoughtful and sensitive. He teaches his children all these things, occasionally with words. He made our children feel capable and valuable today by spending the extra time it took to allow them a large portion of rebuilding our back deck. They feel so proud and accomplished walking across the deck that they are building (I’ve had to walk across it barefoot many times today and agree that it *does* feel better!), and that feeling is a gift from him, as he could have done it more quickly and simply by himself. I love this man. I am happy that he is the father of my children. #tribe #WhattaMan