November 2009 Archives


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This has, as you can imagine, been a crazy year at Team Loesch. I've pulled back from delving too deep into certain areas of my kids' lives because they're getting older and because with Liam, well, I would have DIED had my mother blogged about my sensitive, growing up issues and I can imagine that Liam would feel the same way. 

(He can thank me later and also, if he misbehaves? ON THE BLOG. I kid. But not unless that threat actually works, you know.)

My way isn't The Only Way, the Right Way, but it works for me. 

Boys in trees!

I'm thankful that I have these two little souls in my life. They give me so much love and sharpen my perspective. (Liam really, really wanted his photo taken in this tree.) It's so easy to rush through life and allow everything to become as blurry, just like looking at the side of the road through the window of a moving car. 

These boys are my reason to brake. 

I'm thankful for a husband that supports my endeavors and loves me even though my hair stands a foot off my head sometimes when I wake up. This morning he made me an egg mcmuffin.  

I'm thankful to come home to these people every night, eat with them around the same table every day, and share my life with them. I would not pick anyone different with whom to share this journey. 

I'm thankful for our parents. I'm thankful for their instruction when we were young. I'm thankful for the humor and wonder that comes with seeing their upbringing manifest in the choices we make in life.  

Aw, a moment of no brotherly fighting

Did I mention these two already? 

I'm thankful for all the opportunities with which I've been blessed. I have ambition yes, but ambition is second to the need I have to make sure I'm helping to put a roof over my boys' head and easing the burden on my husband. 

I'm very glad and lucky to work with amazing people and I'm thankful that Jamie took this silly girl under his wing. 

I'm so very thankful for some amazing men and women I've met over the past year. 

I'm thankful that we had friends who stood up, voluntarily - out of the kindness of their hearts - to help us when we went through a rough time with the security of our family during this past August. For a bit there I felt a little lost at sea and I'm not going to forget how our friends towed us safely to shore. 

My friends! I'm so thankful for them. Friends of all backgrounds; people who think like us, people who aren't afraid to desegregate politically, people who love and accept us just as we are

My girlfriends, my oasis, right after my family, when the work part of my life gets too heavy. 

I'm thankful for the fabulous ladies who run our homeschool group. They do full-time work for free. If gratitude was gold they'd be the richest people in the country. 

I'm thankful for my faith and freedom. 

I'm thankful for the men and women who protect that freedom. 

I'm thankful to have more things than I can enumerate for which to be thankful. 

I'm especially thankful that my not-little-anymore cousin, B, had her life spared a couple months ago. On her way home in the wee hours of the morning she had a wreck and laid by the side of a lonely country road for four hours, her neck broken in four places plus severe spinal damage, until a conservation worker found her on his way to work. 

Her life has not been easy, some of that is by her own choosing, and the people who were supposed to be her safety net failed her early on. She's one of the first people I saw grow from a baby - and I'd visit my grandparents' house and sit on the sofa in my Easter dress to hold her - until now, in her early 20s. Now she's lying in a hospital bed. Her birthday was la few weeks ago. She spent it staring at the ceiling. 

Doctors weren't sure that she'd live, much less breathe on her own again yet here she is. She's paraplegic now, but she's eating a bit of food and has some use of one of her arms. Considering that she almost lost her second chance, I consider this wonderful progress, wonderful news. 

A lot of people ask me why I believe in God. Why I sought Him out when I was a kid growing up in an quasi-apathetic household. I had one father truly forsake me and the search for that brought me home. My only exposure to Christ came from my maternal grandma who'd take us to her fire and brimstone church in the south. I've been given chances that I should not have had and at times I've seen the tangles of my life flipped - and that's when I caught a glimpse of the beautiful tapestry those knots were creating. 

It's so hard to see the beauty when you're in the middle of a tangle.

I am watching Him right now at work in my cousin. The doctors are baffled as to why she did not die on that dark country road deep in the Ozark wood. She wasn't wearing a seatbelt and was thrown far from the vehicle. She laid, unconscious, bleeding and mangled on the side of the road for four hours; her lungs stiffened because she was without care for so long. I think she's here only by the grace of God. He saved her. Again.

It wasn't her time to go. She's made so many mistakes. Haven't we all, though?

I want to hug her and tell her that she has family here for her, people who love her because of blood, not because of drugs, and that we will always be here for her because THAT is what family does.

I want to thank God for saving her and then pray that this is the extent of wake up calls she is to receive because she is awakened.

Thank you, thank you, thank you

And thanks to you all, who've been on this wild ride of parenting and life with me these past years. 

Have a wonderful, happy Thanksgiving.

What are you thankful for? You can leave it in the comments. You don't need to register; you can fill in your name/link after selecting to comment anonymously. 

P.S. This song ran through my head while writing this:

Accomplishing a Lot and Not Much

Yes, that's an iris in the background. They're insane.

A couple of days ago, when summer gave one last gasp and spiked the temperatures up to 70-degrees, the boys and I ran outside, our last chance to play in the leaves. 

I say play. I mean "let's play a game called let's rake the leaves into this garbage bag. Whoever fills their bag the fastest wins bigger piece of brownie."


Before the burrowed into the pile. Also, haircuts since then. They are not wearing hair bowls.

We all lost because we were too busy obliterating the piles after we raked them. 

But because I'm the Mom I cut us all each big brownie pieces anyway. And yea, it was so. 

Veterans' Day

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Still a couple of days away but on Saturday the boys, Chris, some friends, and I rode in the St. Louis Veterans' Parade and were able to personally thank so many of our men and women who've so bravely served our country. 



Junior ROTC

Ewan, me with Lt. Governor Peter Kinder
Ewan attacking my bag; with Lt. Governor Kinder.

Thanks to our friend Ed for getting this.

Full photo set.

One of My Favorite Faces on Earth

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The Mad-and-I'm-Not-Gonna-Smile smile

Obligatory Easter Clothes Pose


Best. Smile. Ever.



Fight Me I'm Irish


He is every bit the character you think he is. 

Scenes from Halloween

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Beautiful Halloween evening

A harried Halloween. It was a good weekend, even though we didn't get to carve pumpkins until, oh, late afternoon Halloween. 

When I was little I would spend Halloween at my Aunt Cayenne's house. My cousins would cover themselves and me with face paint, grab me by the hand, and take me out into the streets at night with all their friends while we begged for candy. There's a certain statement that goes along with store-bought costumes, but honestly, the do-it-yourselves are the best. My goal next year is to better prioritize and make that happen. 

"This is serious business, son"


Again with the not being still



Jango and Boba Fett


Quiet house while the kids hit the streets

And the house is quiet while the kids hit the streets. Photo set.

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