My kids’ eyes sparkle when I tell them we’re having fondue for dinner. And because it’s so darn easy, my eyes sparkle too. I just whip up some broth and cut up some chicken and steak and we have the makings for a dinner that inevitably involves a lot of conversation because those little…
Ok so those two things in that title don’t really have anything to do with each other (except that my dad was pretty responsible for my actual birthday I guess), but I figured I’d put them both in one post because it’s kind of fun when dads being in town and birthdays happen to coincide….
It is a rare Saturday evening because our house is silent except for the whir of the refrigerator behind me. Although I really do love the regular hustle and bustle of the weekend teenagers trying to find something fun to do or grade-school kids making up dances or pulling out every cup in our house…
Dave begged me to get this recipe from my sister-in-law a few months back because he claimed it was the best stuff ever. So I got it, but in the midst of some commotion-filled day I filed it away in my recipes to try and kind of forgot about it. …until in desperation this last…
I started the gluten-free thing this week. On Monday I thought I just may shrivel up and die. Although this plan has been a long time in the making, I was still completely unprepared and had NO idea what in the world I was going to eat to survive. Part of the problem was that…
Putting up Christmas I usually think pulling out the Christmas stuff is drudgery. There is so much to shuffle and move…and I usually do it all by myself. But this year the kids begged to pull the decorations out early…and promised to help the whole time. Which, surprisingly, they actually did. And while they did…
We are having a major problem with arguing between our 9 and 7 year old boys (they are the oldest of 5 children). I know brothers close in age are going to argue, but it seems constant and immediate. Also the 9 year old will sometimes yell and scream and threaten his brother. This is…
Thanks for this post and the thoughtful comments {on “The Big Talk” posts which are here and here}…my 8 year old isn’t quite ready yet, but this gave me great food for thought (I learned from a friend in my driveway when I was in 5th grade! but in this accelerated culture I don’t think…
My Mom grew up in Montpelier, Idaho. It is a tiny town close to Bear Lake (which stretches across the Utah/Idaho border). Forty-three years ago, as a surprise wedding gift for his bride, my Dad used all of my Mom’s savings to buy a lot at Bear Lake. Now, I don’t know for sure, but…