There is a Gratitude Challenge going around on Facebook right now. It encourages people to spend a few minutes each day reflecting upon their blessings, and then posting about them. Last week I was nominated, and I have decided to accept the challenge. Sorta. I am blessed to say that listing 15 things, people, moments, or experiences for which I am grateful is an easy task. … Continue reading Gratitude Day 1: Maggie & Marley
Tomorrow Sam turns 10, so this is our last snapshot of his single digit years: I think he looks happy? We’re not messing up too terribly, right? He was still up reading at 11:53 pm, so I yanked him out of bed. It was only seven minutes until his birthday, and I needed to clutch him close and tell him that the past decade has … Continue reading Sam Bam
This morning Maggie asked me a very serious question. “Mama, do you know how I put this outfit together?” I was in the middle of brushing my teeth, and glanced at her with a foamy mouth. “Tell me, ” I replied. First she pointed to her leggings. “Puppies…” she declared. Next she pointed to her flowered skirt. “Playing in the garden…” Lastly, she pointed … Continue reading Fashionista
Five weeks ago we implemented a new rule in our home: kids cook on Wednesday nights. They are responsible for planning the meal, making the grocery list, accompanying us to the store, cooking the meal, and even cleanup. I had hoped to lounge on the couch while the kids hummed through the kitchen like little Food Network stars, but it turns out I still have to be present to, … Continue reading Little Chefs
My junior high years bordered on miserable. Every day I launched off the school bus, bolted up the driveway, and shed my back brace onto the living room floor. At that age I was allowed to remove my scoliosis contraption for 4 hours each day, and I always spent my first hour of freedom with Laura Ingalls Wilder. She was my daily dose of sanity. … Continue reading Little House, Big Memories
By now I should be used to our son’s quirky phobias. There have been so may in his 9 short years… First it was the fear of parking lots. Honestly, he refused to walk in parking lots when he was a toddler. It would have been easier to get Maggie, at 3 months, upright and walking than to get our 2-year-old Sam to plant his … Continue reading Dentophobia
Sam turned nine last week, and his big birthday wish was to play miniature golf as a family. So off we went to Putters Wild, an Alaskan-themed extreme 3D putt-putt course here in Anchorage. “Nine holes or the full 18?” the owner asked. Her question took me aback. I had a little boy standing next to me who was suddenly – almost instantly – nine. … Continue reading The First Nine
This weekend was the much-anticipated Homer Sea Week field trip.
We weren’t sure what to expect when our children’s school group planned a 3-day field trip over Mother’s Day weekend down to Homer, Alaska, which is a 4 – 5 hour drive from Anchorage (depending on road construction and which spouse is driving).
We certainly didn’t expect the majority of the school to make the trek, but trek we all did. Over 75% of us.
The night before Maggie’s birthday, we were more patient than usual with her bedtime shenanigans. No matter when we send her to bed, she always finds a reason to come back downstairs. Oops, she forgot her water. Ooops, she forgot her book. Oooops, she forgot to take her asthma medicine. Her last trek downstairs is always with open arms, simply asking for another goodnight hug … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Maggie Style
Our son is obsessed with geography. Looking back, I think it started with a road trip between Nebraska and Missouri the summer before he entered kindergarten. He was contained in a car seat for seven straight hours, but thanks to a few road maps and a U.S. atlas he was as happy as tourist with a shiny new Canon. He spent the entire drive quizzing … Continue reading Part 2: Or Not To Bee