That man-boy of mine will probably never cease to amaze me. Out of all of my children, Liam is the one who takes me most by surprise. From his premature birth to the fact that he was a boy instead of the girl I had blindly expected using my underdeveloped maternal instincts, he always has … Continue reading 16 Shades of Liam
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Getting down with dirt and dust and dog hair…
Today's Moms@Work post, Time to Clean. Check it out here.
Burning memories
When I was 18, our house burned down. It was at a point in my life when I didn't have much, but everything I owned, other than 2 laundry baskets of dirty clothes which had been in my car, disappeared on a beautiful summer day. The memories of that day have faded, like the photos … Continue reading Burning memories
Gala is my 2nd favorite word for “party.”
A close second, I might add. Just for the record, my most favorite is "fete," but enough of language. Here are the pictures which tell a thousand words! Seeing as how everyone at the fete event looked like a million bucks, let me add a few additional words of the text variety: This was a … Continue reading Gala is my 2nd favorite word for “party.”
Not shaken or stirred, but blended
My 7 y/o is currently obsessed with James Bond. He gave up Star Wars at about the same time that George Lucas sold the galaxy to Disney. Coincidental? Perhaps. If you offer him something to drink, it is completely plausible that he will request a martini, shaken not stirred. It's adorable. Well, to me … Continue reading Not shaken or stirred, but blended
Snow job
Today, without a doubt, was the best cross-country skiing I've been fortunate enough to enjoy in the past 2 winters. The company, the conditions, the lighting, it was all perfect. The only thing that ever so slightly marred the afternoon was an exchange we observed between a couple as we headed up a hill following … Continue reading Snow job
Ghosts of Christmases Past
Christmas always makes me feel melancholy. I don't think it is a lack of presents or cookies or family or traditions - I have as much of those things as I desire. Each year when this emotional deflation occurs, it surprises me. The unanticipated sobering, despite festive bubbles imbibed, seems to sneak up on me … Continue reading Ghosts of Christmases Past
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