On Thanksgiving Day we went for a walk. Just Meena and me. Meena took pictures of things that interested her. Like broken trees. I took pictures of things that interested me. Like Meena. Meena dropped seeds for the chickadees. Then other animals came. I took pictures of the animals. Meena took pictures of the animals. I took pictures of […]
When ζach asked me what I wanted to do on my birthday, three things came to mind, but I only told him two: go geocaching together, and have a cake with leftovers that could go to the office the next day (instead of sitting on the counter calling my name for the next week). I didn’t say “take a […]
My kids are awesome. I mean this in the truest sense of the word: they put me in awe. Don’t get me wrong: I’m not trying to engage in some stupid my-kid-was-toilet-trained-first nonsense; I’m sure your kids are awesome too. And in the interest of our friendship, I’ll even pretend that they’re as awesome as […]
So I realize that I haven’t been all that much fun to be around lately, but if you can bear with me a little longer, I need some help with this one. For anyone who has somehow been spared my Facebook moaning, the virtual ink had barely dried on this tale of woe when we […]
“Ninety-nine bottles of POP on the wall, ninety nine bottles of POP! Take one down, pass it around…”
It’s a moment I’ll never forget: my howling baby girl, who had once again stayed quiet just long enough to hook myself up to the milking machine before starting to cry.
Our 25 Days of Christmas is going to be anything but. No carefully planned daily activities, this is totally a seat-of-the-pants thing. Witness:
Yup, welcome to the weekend. But with everyone cleaned up, and ζach making up the bed in the next room, I’m tucking the girls into bed with a large, floppy elephant.
A couple of weeks ago, ζach suggested we build a rink in the back yard. The stunned silence that greeted this proposal is a post of its own, but since today was the best weather we can expect for a while, a balmy +8°C and rainy, we built the frame.
Heaven help me, I think I’m about to become a scrapbooker. (Because, as my poor, neglected guitar will tell you, I need another hobby.) It started like this: