…on the last day of summer. (photo creds: my brother Eli)(photo cred: my brother Eli) (photo cred: Dave…desert monsoon) (photo cred: my sis. Saydi) (photo creds for these two: Grace from the car)(that one is to show the bugs…we need to have a funeral for all those poor guys still on our windshield) Oh how…
Once upon a time there were some parents who wanted to be very deliberate. So they came up with several whiz-bang systems to whip their nine kids into shape. Those parents were my mom and dad. They did lots of stuff, including taking us up to the mountains to camp for a month and learn…
I love watching my little brothers be dads. (and when they take care of each other’s kids too.) Love those boys.
This summer I have been combatting a hole in my heart. It’s a little hole of worry about missing a child and how we have such limited time together before Max starts the trend of graduating from high school and things change. I don’t like to think about it, because oh how I love to…
Twelve years ago today Dave and I checked into the hospital in the early morning and welcomed our third child into the world. A second daughter who we named Grace Anne.And who thought her name was Grace “And” until she was five. (I love that.) She entered the world calm and peaceful as could be….
I, for one, am SO EXCITED that summer is here. (As long as I try not to think about the fact that it means my kids are one year older.). I just love that the summer is OURS. No one bossing around our schedule. But I know summer can be a little intimidating for moms…
Dave’s Dad (in the middle above) grew up in Sun Valley, Idaho. His parents didn’t ski, but the elementary school provided a way for kids to get to the slopes and he took them up on it. Later he was on the ski team in high school and has really become a phenomenal skier. Providing…
On a plane a couple months ago I couldn’t help but notice the cutest ever baby across the isle from me. I tried not to gawk, but his sweet lolling head and drunken milk smiles made my heart sick for my own babies. I watched his mother interact with him and it made me miss…
This is the time of year when I start stressing. I mean, Thanksgiving is over so that means we all just start standing in a traffic jam of stress: get the Christmas cards out, buy presents galore, bake everything under the sun, buy more presents, figure out neighbor gifts, deck the halls, etc. I have…