Yesterday was ugly. I warned my son that we were heading to swim lessons. I was hoping we’d move past denial, anger, and bargaining and at least land on depression, if not acceptance, before we got to the pool.
When I was younger, I was terrified of babysitting. Literally.
So, you know when you’re at some event and someone suggests using an “icebreaker” activity to inspire communication and camaraderie?
Ever since I was first pregnant with George, I’ve had this weird connection with prairie life.
I chose former President Obama’s book not because of its intimidating length or subject matter, but more about how I felt my beliefs matched with the author’s.
I just kept marveling at God’s handiwork and thanking Him for making the effort, as this was pretty much the theme of the trip. Arizona has a lot going on creation-wise.
Since I was a single rider and let a party of seven ahead of me, we were stuck bringing up the rear. And, on a trail ride, “bringing up the rear” means you’re viewing a LOT of rears.
For 30, 60, and 70 birthdays, we headed out west. So, we’re spending a week touring Arizona, from Tucson to the Grand Canyon.
I’ve been on the house-hunt trail for about a month or so. It’s been fairly fun, as dreaming of living in a new, fresh space makes my little planning brain sing.
We’ve discovered a few fun counting books over the years, so I thought I’d share. Some are a bit annoying, as they force the reader to make sound effects. Of course, these are the ones the toddler returns to over and over and…
My mom continues to urge me to “write these things down!” so, essentially, you’re witnessing my kids’ digital baby books. Two birds? Meet one stone.
I love to cook. It’s one of the things I look forward to fully embracing when both of my children are in school. Right now, I attempt to plan two meals a week and pray the leftovers hold out.