What did you do on Valentine’s Day? I know, it’s practically March and it feels like May outside. I’m a little late on the Valentine’s Day thing. In the Krieger household, the stomach bug that seemed to be hitting everyone around us finally got around to us the weekend before Valentine’s Day. One by one
A few weeks ago I realized our church’s annual Father Daughter Dance was coming up, but I hadn’t heard anything about it. I did some frantic poking around and asking questions and found out that it wasn’t happening this year. This was only a problem, of course, because Mary Virginia and I have been preparing for the dance
This month Thomas gave me a nose bleed. This isn’t completely out of the ordinary for toddlers. When David was this age he gave me a black eye. In fact, I’m sure many caregivers reading this are nostalgically remembering their own black eyes, bloody noses, and chipped teeth. That’s what living with a toddler will do
We were driving home from the playground one day and Mary Virginia announced that she was bored. I guess that’s what happens when you spend all morning frolicking at a playground. I was on the highway and focusing on the road so instead of my routine of twirling flaming batons to keep Queen Mary entertained, I said, “Ok! Let’s
We had blissfully unseasonable warm weather this week. These are the days that carry me through winter to spring. The rest of the week is supposed to feel much more like February, but I can tolerate it after three days of spring smack dab in the middle of winter. Perhaps the best part of these 70 degree February days
Before David was born I had a unique job working with immigrants and refugees every day. My job had a lot of facets, but I had the great joy and privilege to really get to know families. I attended quinceaneras, baby showers, and citizenship celebrations. We prayed together, cried together, we complained about the weather.
Remember when this used to be sort of a running blog? If you answered “no,” then you’re in good company because NEITHER DO I! Several years ago, I wrote a lot about postpartum running because running was a huge part of my life before pregnancy, and having a baby packs a wallop. Postpartum running was hard,
Mary Virginia likes to play house, and whenever she does, she assigns everyone a character. For example, last weekend she was playing house at the beach. She was the mommy, David was the daddy, Tom was the grandpa, and I was the mermaid statue. One morning before playing house we were ironing out the details: Mary
Any serious baker or pastry chef knows — the secret to amazing results is precision. Serious bakers weigh the ingredients because measuring cups are approximate at best. They use temperature-controlled cookware, and regularly-calibrated ovens. ‘ You can’t just dump all the ingredients in the bowl, you have to follow the instructions. You must not over-beat, you must not over-knead. You have to