Today is one of those days of mothering penance. A day to pay the piper. In other words, my day to chaperone Cub Scout Camp. Forecast: 99º and sunny (That’s 37º Celsius, my European friends) I have no tolerance for heat. And direct sunlight just about kills me. Sure I can survive a jaunt across […]
Still on vacation. But I don’t want you to think I’ve forgotten about you. Some random pics: Let’s hear it for a laptop loaded with episodes of Speed Racer and Scooby Doo! No self-respecting child would dare look away. So I’m on a ski lift, big deal. It is a big deal because I’m terrified […]
OK, so it’s only one girl. And it’s not exactly the dress Maria von Trapp was enivisioning. But here is sweet little Ada amongst the bluebonnets. She turns eight on Sunday and this is the dress she’ll wear to the baptism (not during the actual baptism because it’s blue and she has to wear white […]
When I had my first baby and started nursing, the most surprising thing (besides feeling like my nipples were about to be sucked right off my body) was how thirsty I was all the time. My mouth felt I’d been eating ashes. I started drinking gallons of milk, water, juice, pop–anything I could get my […]
You know how sometimes you just need a good laugh? Engrish.com is always up to the task. The Chinese and Japanese grasp on English can be too funny.
Y’all, I still don’t have a computer. I can fight the kids to use the playroom computer, but mostly I’m limited to using my iphone. Blogging on an iphone is somewhere between maddening and suicide-inducing. I can’t believe I’m not blogging about the Olympics! It’s been a frustrating ten days because not only do I […]
Still on vacation. But I don’t want you to think I’ve forgotten about you. Some random pics: Let’s hear it for a laptop loaded with episodes of Speed Racer and Scooby Doo! No self-respecting child would dare look away. So I’m on a ski lift, big deal. It is a big deal because I’m terrified […]
(This picture captures her personality perfectly) My mother, known by the grandkids as “Boppie”, just left after a two week visit. She spent a lot of her time doing this: (otherwise known as finishing up my sewing projects. Although during this visit I think she was stuck making a couple of Halloween costumes.) She is well […]
As you know, Arabella turned eight last week. Normally that would mean she’s getting baptized soon*, but we’ve decided to wait until we go to Utah in July so that her family and best friend will be able to attend. This leaves me a couple more months to find the perfect baptism dress. I have […]
As you know, Arabella turned eight last week. Normally that would mean she’s getting baptized soon*, but we’ve decided to wait until we go to Utah in July so that her family and best friend will be able to attend. This leaves me a couple more months to find the perfect baptism dress. I have […]
I hate when people are so coy and call these items “feminine hygiene products”. Americans can be so Victorian about the weirdest things. Nevermind that there are tons of high school girls out there wearing short shorts that show their butt cheeks and skimpy little tank tops. But let’s not shock anyone by saying tampon. […]
Today is one of those days of mothering penance. A day to pay the piper. In other words, my day to chaperone Cub Scout Camp. Forecast: 99º and sunny (That’s 37º Celsius, my European friends) I have no tolerance for heat. And direct sunlight just about kills me. Sure I can survive a jaunt across […]
This sweet little baby turned nine today. Arabella Claire was my favorite birth ever; five hours from start to finish (my fastest), a kick-A epidural, and she was one of the few babies that I didn’t know ahead of time what gender she was (sometimes I like to know and sometimes I like a surprise. […]
Today is one of those days of mothering penance. A day to pay the piper. In other words, my day to chaperone Cub Scout Camp. Forecast: 99º and sunny (That’s 37º Celsius, my European friends) I have no tolerance for heat. And direct sunlight just about kills me. Sure I can survive a jaunt across […]
