Happy Birthday, Maggie Style

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

Bunnies and Pachyderms

On Sunday Clark decided to take the kids hunting. A light dusting of snow had fallen the day before, so apparently the conditions were ripe for tracking without trudging. Clark has been dreaming about this day since the kids were conceived (probably longer) just as much as I’ve been dreading it. Don’t get me wrong:  I’m grateful Sam and Maggie have a dad whose greatest … Continue reading Bunnies and Pachyderms

Classic Marriage

Growing up, I would often hear women refer to themselves as “football widows.”  It never resonated with me, since college football was more of a lifestyle than a hobby in my family.  My mother and grandmothers and aunts were very much alive and present on game days, cursing and screaming throughout every play.  In fact, when I look back, the whole world seemed a few … Continue reading Classic Marriage

Duece Moose (+ Mama)

Few words today – I will let our newborn visitors speak for themselves.  This new family slept next door last night, and wandered around our yard this morning.  What a gift it was to watch them frolic and nurse.  They were close enough that we could hear them too… chomping leaves, cracking branches, and whimpering at each other.  The twins are adorable, but I was … Continue reading Duece Moose (+ Mama)

One Fine Day

If I recall correctly, I typed my last post with dirty fingernails and weary muscles.  Well, tonight I type with nearly severed tendons.  I think that is worse? It all started this morning when I decided to make the kids blueberry muffins (just from a box, so don’t go all Supermom on me).  I reached into the fridge for the eggs, and somehow flipped a … Continue reading One Fine Day