Labeling Hallee (as a Homemaker)
I do not believe the following labels apply to me:
working mother
career woman
stay-at-home-mom (SAHM)
work-at-home-mom (WAHM)
housewife
full-time mom
Personally, the label I prefer is that of Homemaker.
Take Pictures
Go take pictures of your kids. Wrap your arms around your husband’s neck and take a picture of the two of you. Hand the camera over to someone sitting next to you in the restaurant and have him take a picture of you and your family.
Leaving on a Jet Plane…
Gregg left this evening to go back to Afghanistan. We’ll see him sometime in April.
Blog Award: Sweet Friends
About three weeks ago, Geri at Heart and Soul Cooking presented me with this blog award. I was so excited! Then I got busy with Gregg coming home and having him home that I forgot to send it forward!
Guest Post: Money Saving Meg on Outlet Shopping
I meet with friends semi-annually at the nearby outlets to share a meal, quickly catch up on our lives, and give our children a chance to play together. We look forward to this so much. It is not just about the outlet deals, but the camaraderie and fun associated with the trip.
So Much For Which to Be Thankful
Laura at Heavenly Homemakers has offered us the opportunity to share what we’re thankful for in the last year. It’s supposed to be “Grati-TUESDAY” and today is Wednesday, but I was traveling yesterday and hadn’t written this ahead of time.
Wintertime Worship
Sadly, our culture has shifted its focus to the dazzling lights and away from a dazzling Savior. Commercialism has swallowed whatever Christmas used to be before it was this. Battles are fought over the very name of the holiday, and Santa Claus is embraced more freely than the infant Jesus.1 Santa is an icon in modern culture, and his image is used to sell everything from soda to sports cars. How is a Christian to view Santa in light of the true meaning of Christmas?
Real Photos
Both boys were in their Christmas sweaters for church and I wanted to take a picture of how cute they were to send to my husband, Gregg, in Afghanistan. The second I pulled out the camera, they started crying. Wailing. Rending of clothes and gnashing of teeth. It was so dramatic. The tears immediately dried up the second I threw my hands in the air and gave up.
Christmas Past
When it was much later than Santa probably wanted it to be, we’d pack up and drive home and the four of us would go to bed certain we’d never be able to sleep, and likely were asleep within minutes of laying down.

















