Hey, all! Feels like I just wrote last week, but looking at the archives that is certainly NOT true! Ha! My grasp of time is completely wonked out and you know, that's ok with me for now. I know someday too soon I'll miss the order and rhythm (or lack thereof) found in tiny people … Continue reading Friday Five: 5 Reasons We Love the World Cup
Oh my goodness. My sweet baby girl. She's 5! Something about being a whole hand makes her seem definitively, unquestionably a kid and NOT a baby. NOT a toddler. NOT little in any way. And I'm not sad. I need to correct this, because I think I've communicated this pseudo-sadness to some people. Because I'm … Continue reading She’s 5, and I’m not sad!
I LOVE pineapples. I love the taste, the look, but especially the legend of their meaning. I didn't always love them. In fact, I don't think I liked them at all until I was an adult. My dad was super allergic so, understandably, we never had them in the house. I think I had a … Continue reading Pineapple Passion
Click bait title, sorry... Not THAT "F" word. They're all under 5 and home with me most of the time, so we have pretty decent control over the profanity they're exposed to (although Cora has learned the "Name Game"--Cora Cora Bo Bora, Banana Fana Fo Fora... Aaaaaaand we have a dog named Grux...so oops...) In … Continue reading My Kids and the “F” Word
I love yoga. I love the focus. I love the slow challenge. I love the ujjayi breathing. I love that I feel good at it! My $15 Target tape has 6 workouts that are not at all advanced, but lemme tell ya, I GOT those moves. It's one of my favorite work-outs because I can feel … Continue reading The Zen of Chaos
(If all you need is a great, easy homemade waffle recipe, scroll to the bottom for the condensed version. It is LEGIT!) 1 Pot Waffles--(I of course mean mixing bowl, but the word pot just creates such lovely assonance, so...I mean I guess you can mix this in a pot, but probably use a bowl. Whatever...) … Continue reading 1 Pot Waffles
"Shtoopid, Mom..." Umm...excuse me? An exasperated muttering from my TWO YEAR OLD?! Honestly, my wife and I were simply stunned for a moment. We are very careful in the way we speak to each other and to our children, and I'm sure we had let the forbidden "S" word slip before. But always about a THING, not … Continue reading “Shtoopid, Mom!”
I can still feel the anticipation in my chest. February 1990: Waiting restlessly in the parking lot in the dark while my dad went inside to purchase the prize keeping me from sitting still. My precious sister had just been born, and life had become exciting and busy for the grown-ups. Exciting, but a little less … Continue reading Dad Stuff: Meaningful Gaming