2015 in review

 We played a lot. Steve and I picked up toys endlessly. Holden got handsomer.  And then it snowed the most beautiful snow. We got coffee and donuts, a lot. And then mom read about the dangers of sugar so we stopped for awhile. But then we were back.  We read books. Oh, so many books.... Continue Reading →

word strings

I am a lover of words. Not a vocabulary geek, but a lover of words strung together to mean something beautiful or thought-provoking or wise. Here are some of the word strings I have loved lately:  "An American Childhood" by Annie Dillard. One of my favorite memoirs ever.  I have been making a conscious effort... Continue Reading →

perm experiment

About two months ago, I got a perm. I know, I know. It's a perm. But even still, I did. I was an experiment, of sorts. I sat as a hair model for a fellow barista who is in hair school. I reluctantly agreed, assuming I would be the only person without gray or white... Continue Reading →

First snow

There's a certain magic that comes with the very first snow. For when the first snow is also a Christmas snow, well, something wonderful is bound to happen.~Frosty the Snowman movie Last weekend Steve and I went on a rare date, and for some reason, he thought we should buy the boys snow coats. Today, we... Continue Reading →

fullness

What is enough? In this pursuit of happiness, money, notoriety that we call our lives, is there ever a happy ending? Or will there ever be a destination where we are full? Full of what we sought - happy where we are, content. While watching "Wild," I scribbled down a quote: "this has the power to... Continue Reading →

chaos

 Watching five boys ages 1 to 5 is insanity. Complete, utter chaos. The noise. Oh, the noise. On Tuesday, after playing with their friends, I took the kids down to the old market to see the lights wrapped around the trees. We started with pizza, but when we came outside afterward, it was pouring down... Continue Reading →

shatterproof

Christmas with kids is a whole new type of Christmas. If it weren't for my obsessive list making habit, I couldn't do it. I have a list for what to buy, a list for what to do, a list for Christmas cards, a list for Steve, and an ever-mounting list of things to wait and... Continue Reading →

park moms

I have never gotten on too well with other moms. I mean, I don't hate them or anything, but I definitely keep my distance. At the park, I'm that loner mom on a bench reading a book, or micromanaging my kids playing on the big toy. I overhear their conversations and think, my god, we... Continue Reading →

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