The Naughty List

Once again, this guy appeared out of nowhere to scrape my windshield, and once again, I participated in some sassy catcalling that may have alluded to him removing his outer layers. But this time, he flung open my door, leaned in to my face, and said something that puts him squarely on Santa‘s naughty list.

Boy Mom

My cousin Andy recently said it’s easy to forget that Jaz is only 7 years old when you talk to him because he’s like this much older intellectual trapped inside a tiny body. I was reminded of that over the weekend when we ditched the girls and headed off to explore old town Salzburg ourselves. We talked about food, gifts, art, Catholic saints, holiday budgets, ice skating, and the fact that Mozart, too, was a precocious little boy.

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Frosty

It‘s that time of year when Jack Frost wants to disrupt my morning routine, but then THIS guy shows up with piping hot coffee and forces me into the car with the seat warmer kicked on so he can scrape the windows quickly and get me on my way. I kept motioning for him to take his shirt off, too, but obviously, he ignored me. Maybe next time! A great way to start the day … fingers crossed this continues when it REALLY starts to snow!

Best Day Ever – 10

2:21 a.m. – This would be a lot more fun if we had some Helium, but all she‘s got are two lightheaded parents with great lung capacity determined to fill her bedroom before she wakes up.

2:43 a.m. – Exactly 10 years ago, I was wide awake and restless, too excited to sleep, knowing my baby girl was just hours away from being born. Now, I‘m too restless and excited (and still jet-lagged, TBH) to sleep, knowing tomorrow is going to be full of her most favorite things. She knows, but she doesn’t, and it‘s going to be awesome.

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TBT: Little Bitty Baby

We celebrate an important birthday this weekend, so today’s Throwback Thursday photo is from November 2008, taken when my Lola was just a few days old. She was a dream come true: my very own living baby doll who looked just like me. When they held up Lola over the curtain for that first glance, my immediate thought was, “She looks JUST LIKE ME! She is MINE!”

I can’t believe she’s hitting the double digits now! Thank goodness she still lets me squish her face every now and then.

One Man Down

Ah, I leave for just a few days, and Martin gets diagnosed with the flu. It’s hitting him hard: Miss C says he looks like a zombie. Fortunately, his Mom doesn’t need surgery, but needs to stay with us until her leg is fully healed. Meanwhile, Amanda and the kids are doing good, although the baby has a fever now. Hard to be away, especially when the baby is ill!

Photo of my boys watching TV last weekend. To be clear, the baby is holding a part of a stacking toy. Ha!

I’ll be home soon!

Married Life

I call this photo “Waiting for Word.”

I told Martin that our washing machine is broke. He asked me a dozen questions.

Finally, I said, “You know? Now that I think about it, I have never touched a washing machine in my life. You better go check it out yourself.” Continue reading