A professor in one of my writing classes once told me you should never use cliches, and if anyone has ever said it before, it’s a cliche. But in this case, I have to. WHERE DID THIS YEAR GO? To be completely honest, sometimes I feel like this year has been a thousand years long.
I’ve set an alarm just once in the past year. Every other morning Tom and I wake up when David starts making pterodactyl noises in his crib. Tom is always uncharacteristically optimistic early in the morning and says, “Maybe he’ll go back to sleep.” But David never goes back to sleep. One of us (usually Tom) rises from
All of David’s cousins have blogs documenting their childhoods and I often read through the archives to see what his cousins were doing when they were his age, what their temperament was like, sleeping patterns, etc. Recently I read this entry on my sister’s blog about how a “maturity light switch” was flipped around 10 to 11
Tom says gardening seems to be 10 percent planting, 10 percent harvesting, and 80 percent getting rid of pests. I’d never really thought about it before, but this year those numbers seem about right. We’ve been having trouble with our squash plants since spring when I couldn’t get my zucchini seedlings to sprout. Once they
Today at the grocery store I bought two tomatoes. I have 10 tomato plants in my backyard, but apparently that’s not enough to feed all of our neighborhood squirrels and also my family. Every time I go outside, instead of ripe, red tomatoes, I see tomato carnage. See that stub? That’s where tomatoes should be.
David never hugs me like this. We’re happy to be home. Traveling with a baby is hard; in 9 days David slept through the night just twice. And oh my goodness the stuff. Our car was packed with baby contraptions, brightly colored plastic and bags and bags full of nothing but items designed to absorb
David spent almost our entire vacation stunned, frozen in a mixture of fascination and awe while he watched his cousins. Every morning David wakes up disappointed that, once again, he has to spend his day with his mommy. His boring, lame, all out of tricks mommy. Then we went to Franklin County and every day
David’s first birthday is coming up, and since my sister and her family won’t be in town on the day of the celebration we decided to throw a pre-birthday party with them. I had planned on just making a cake (I needed to do a trial-run of the cake I’m making for his party) and
One afternoon the weather quickly went from, “Hey mom, can we get in the pool?” to “I don’t know, I think it might rain” to “Hold on. Is it hailing? It’s hailing!” Ice is falling from the sky, grab your cameras. These kids are growing up on a tropical island where the temperature rarely falls below
Even though we have a small garden we seem to be overwhelmed at harvest time. What we want is the exact amount of basil called for in the recipe I’m making, not a basil bush that will bolt and turn brown at the fall breeze. In the spirit of overwhelming fresh produce (I know, what