It snowed when we moved into our rental house nearly three years ago, so yeah…this is fine.
This is going to be an insanely busy weekend for us as we move into our new house. After months of preparation, things are finally happening. But no matter how organized and streamlined we’ve tried to make this process, it’s going to be nothing but chaos for us for awhile.
Kiwi the Cat just loves her babies. She’s nothing, but sweet and patient as Junior scratches her ears and waves his hand over her whiskers, just as the Middles did with Kiwi when they were babies. Continue reading
Sometimes I sing the National Anthem as a lullaby while rocking the wee babe at my chest.
Sometimes I go a little bit extra.
A photo from dinner last week at our favorite Indian restaurant.
The baby got his first taste of solid food, too: the sauce from chicken tikka masala.
This week is gonna be a doozy. Not only is there work and school, but we are packing. We are painting. We are moving. And we are hosting about 25 relatives for our biggest Thanksgiving feast ever. We are optimistic, but I think the baby is a realist.
Though we officially celebrated her birthday yesterday evening, I gave my girl her birthday gift early that morning. Since she was about 3 years old, she and I have regular coffee time together. Those first few years, she drank an “extreme latte” … milk with a splash of my coffee. Continue reading
A few weeks ago, I heard someone playing arpeggios on our piano. It was Lola.
“How do you know those?” I asked her. Continue reading
Living near a chocolate factory means we get to be in their test market for new flavors. If this one doesn’t become part of the main product line, I will weep for us all. Dark chocolate with crushed coffee beans. Yessssss.
I’m on sticker-removal duty today. This delicate procedure is so thankless. To all those parents out there with chipped fingernails, reeking of rubbing alcohol, and cursing all adhesives…I see you. I hear you. I am just like you.
One of my fave pics from this past week with Nona. These two have so much in common. Two peas in a pod, I say. Both are the second-born in their families, both the second daughters. I know Lola really appreciated it whenever Nona pointed out that it’s “a second child thing” … almost like a badge of honor. These two are part of a club, and since I’m the oldest daughter myself, I don’t belong to it. (But Aunt Jill does, too!)