We are so excited for Easter. So excited, in fact, that we didn’t mind the loss of dignity that occurred as a result of this photo shoot.
A few weeks ago, around the same time we made our gutter garden, we planted a bunch of seeds. I always start veggies from seeds because it’s cheaper than buying plants. Usually I don’t have much trouble, but I figure that if something doesn’t sprout then I can always buy the plant when it’s time
If you happen to check my 10k time, know that it would be more accurate with at asterisk that says: 57:41 *and also she biked 3 miles to the start (so her quads were a liiiittle tired before she even started). Just kidding. That would be an excuse. The real story is: the race was
Tomorrow is race day, which means today I start coming up with some excuses. Since the day I started racing I started making excuses. Once in high school I told my coach I might have a bad race because I had some pudding for lunch. It wasn’t the pudding I was worried about, it was
Last Saturday Tom and I both made to-do lists. One of our lists looked like this: 1. run 10 miles2. mow the lawn 3. enclose our compost pile4. vacuum5. dust6. trim shrubs7. watch 10 hours of basketball The other looked like this: 1. Go to the playground and put David in the baby swing I’ll just
As long as you don’t mind five inches of freshly fallen pollen, now is a great time to live in Richmond. We’re having the kind of weather I’d order off a menu: warm, breezy, and sunny with no bugs and no humidity. The flowers are blooming, the grass is green and everyone is running. The sidewalks
Those of you who know my husband will be surprised to find out that he was the catalyst for getting the baby sunglasses.
The bushes in my front yard are unstoppable. I know these don’t look like much, but you can smell them from three blocks away. I read in Better Homes & Gardens that you should never plant fragrant flowers by your front door because they attract bees, and a swarm of bees on your porch isn’t
Last night when I reminded Tom that today was David’s seven-month birthday he said exactly what I was thinking, “No way.” Way. The calendar doesn’t lie. Some months have seemed to drag. Like month 3. Or month 5. But this one came out of no where and popped us on the noggin. Babies are fickle,