Why is it so hard to say all of the things you want to say, but you just don’t know how? Or when? Or if at all? For now they will just stay in draft form. Waiting patiently for that check of approval.
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Planting for harvest
We typically map out our container garden during spring break week and start our seedlings inside. We are behind the 8-ball this year, and I’d like to officially blame the weather, because that is easier than blaming myself =) My kids were little when we started this activity, I read somewhere that kids were more…… Continue reading Planting for harvest
PORSCHE
We are not always willing to “pay for” what we want in our lives: A thinner body, to play the piano, happiness, money, fulfillment, etc.. Good things take time, and they will ‘cost’ you effort. This is one of the most important things that we help children to understand: if you do nothing, you’ll likely…… Continue reading PORSCHE
It was…
It was a slow SundayIt was a homemade pancake & sausage SundayIt was a two nap kind of SundayIt was a windy walk with the dog SundayIt was a build with legos all over the house SundayIt was a late lunch and then a late dinner SundayIt was a quick trip to the grocery store…… Continue reading It was…
Stay Little, A
I was so excited to see my nephew today after two long weeks that felt like forever. I normally get to see him at least every Sunday for our weekly family dinner at B’s parent’s house. But since B and I have been sick, it’s been a little longer than usual. A brings me so…… Continue reading Stay Little, A
spilling the tea
Sip and listen.
Deacon: a haiku
Sometimes I wonder About the thoughts of my dog When I leave the room.
under -performing?
Don’t “barely make it”. That would be cheating yourself. Crucial work is best!
Sleepovers
I wasn’t allowed to attend sleepovers when I was a kid. I most certainly wasn’t allowed to host any. Why? Something about “not wanting to deal with grumpy kids the next day”. A sorry excuse (ever hear of a nap? Oh wait- that was also a rule- no napping or sleeping all day). Of course…… Continue reading Sleepovers
Seaweed Man
I am cozying up under my favorite pink plush blanket while watching the unwelcome March snow come down. Luckily it’s too warm to stick. Before that, I was taking Savi for a walk, wishing I had picked a more opportune time, as the snowflakes fell onto my glasses. I thought it was supposed to be…… Continue reading Seaweed Man
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