The Schlatt Family

 I was standing in Drinklings, one of our local coffee shops the other day... a shop where I don't have to say "Oat milk, please" because they know me well enough to know about my food allergy... a shop where they ask me if everything is okay if I order tea instead of coffee because they know my normal preferences... a shop where they ask if I want a "real cup" when I'm by myself but they don't even bother when I've got the kids with me because they know I need a to-go cup with a lid just in case somebody hits my drink with a stray elbow. I was standing there, waiting for my Lavender Oat milk Latte, when I looked down at the "frequent customer punch card." And I realized, in the very near future, I will have a half-filled punch card that doesn't get redeemed. When we leave Wilmore in a few months (prayerfully and Lord willing), I will probably have a half-full card still in my wallet that I won't be able to use since I don't kno

Let me start this post by saying that I have a complicated relationship with Valentine's Day.  Growing up, there were the class parties and candy and cookies and Conversation Hearts (my favorite candy only available one time of year.) And then junior high... when I was the perpetual "single girl courier" of our friend group who got the "Hey, will you give this rose/carnation/tiny stuffed animal to so-and-so when you see her in class?" High school was pretty much the same. Still single. Still lots of attached friends. But this time, they could meet each other between classes and I didn't have to deliver quite so many things.  By college, I was determined to own my singleness so I would invite all the single girls/girls-whose-Valentine-lived-too-far-away over for dinner and a movie on Valentine's Day night. (It was Galentine's before Galentine's was a thing.)  When I lived in Tanzania, Valentine's wasn't a thing and I was free of it for a f

When people ask us this question these days... Hey, how are you?... The only answer we can possible give is, "Weird. We're weird right now." Transition is weird. Last-holidays-again are weird. Fundraising is weird.  And the weird-ness started for us last summer. It's the reason I haven't posted an update about us for awhile. I actually wrote this post last November but then Hubby felt like we weren't really ready to post it. Now, we are. So here you go. The blogpost I tried to post a few months ago...  I've tried to figure out how to write this blog for awhile now. I wanted to catch everybody up on the summer that we had. But it was a LONG summer... and it wasn't filled with happy/do-all-the-last-things-in-Wilmore like we wanted. Instead, the grief and loss of May just kept going. Interspersed, there were moments of joy and laughter and visiting with old friends. But it felt like, right around the corner, there was always another big pit waiting for us

Today is the last day of school for our kids.  A at her Kindergarten promotion ceremony.  D with his awesome 3rd-grade teacher. B (in the red shorts) with his group of friends at OOVOTO (Our Own Version Of The Olympics)... Wilmore Elementary's Field Day.  Normally, this day is met with much excitement and dreams of sleeping in, PJs all day, and getting to stay up later than 8:00 every night.  This year, it's a day being met with lots of big emotions. Dreams of sleeping in and hot enough to set-up the pool, yes... but also, it's the first big loss for our kids. (and us grown-ups, too.) Next year, to ease the transition overseas, we have decided to homeschool. That way, whatever we start, we can take with us. (Or wait to start until we get there, depending on when we can buy plane tickets.) So our children are not only saying goodbye to Kindergarten, 2nd-grade and 3rd-grade teachers, they are also saying goodbye to school buildings and principals and friends that they only se

 3:30 - 5-year-old is sitting outside, practicing her sight words on her drawing pad. Mom goes outside to clean up a few things leftover from storm. 5 year-old asks, "Mom, will you sit outside with me?"  3:35 - Mom joins 5-year-old outside on the porch.  3:36 - Mom notices 5-year-old still diligently working so she opens a notebook to try to complete a task. At the same time, 5 year-old stops working and shouts, "Mom, watch me do a cart-wheel!" 5-year-old does cart wheel. Mom watches. 3:37 - Mom looks back at notebook, 5-year-old announces she needs water and runs inside, slamming porch door. Door handle falls off, 5-year-old fears she will be stuck inside forever and begins to cry. Mom gets up and fixes door.  3:39 - 5-year-old returns, slams door, door handle falls off. 5-year-old fears she will be stuck outside forever. Mom fixes door.  3:40 - 5-year-old sits down with drawing board. Mom opens notebook... again.  3:41 - 5-year-old announces, "Mom, watch me c