Every time a friend of mine has a baby, I post about it. (Search “welcome” for all the new beautiful babies I’ve had the pleasure of holding.) It occurred to me, only today, that I never wrote an official welcome post for Nora Helen Estridge, born July 5, 2011, 6 lbs. 15 oz., 20 in. [...]
Every. Single. Time. “A child is a curly dimpled lunatic.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson
Early November my mom, Sophie, Owen and James drove up to Lewisburg, OH to attend the annual holiday bazaar at Trinity Lutheran Church. My grandma (on the right) is very active in the church and did a lot of work for this event, as she does every year. Like most small-town church holiday bazaars, the [...]
“Having a 2-year-old is like having a blender that you don’t have the top for.” —Jerry Seinfeld
taken November 12 “The moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours. No matter how weary or dreary you may feel, you possess the certainty that, during the day that lies before you, absolutely anything may happen. And the fact that it practically always doesn’t, matters [...]
The boys now respond to no by running into the next room and throwing themselves on the floor. There they twist and squirm and scream and roll and cry, and when that doesn’t work, they stand up and just yell louder, as Owen is doing here (James is still in the squirming on the floor [...]
My children spend some time each day perched on top of the couch, in front of the large front window in our living room. When I took the first picture in this series, I was dismayed with how dark it was. And then, on second thought, I thought how cool it was. So I just [...]
Poor James. His first haircut was so different than Sophie’s. Andy and I drove separately as I was getting my hair cut and colored by the wonderful Nicholena (at Mitchell’s in Northgate if you’re looking for someone) after James had his haircut. But Andy had to get gas and then got stuck in traffic so [...]
This morning Sophie told us that she and a friend are “sneaky” at preschool. “What do you mean, sneaky?” I asked. She said that some of the work they choose from the classroom bookshelves is meant to be done alone but she doesn’t like doing work alone—she likes doing it with her friend. So they [...]
the boys sit on my lap, content, happy, calm, and I can read to them. These moments are some of my favorite moments of the day. And it is next to impossible to say “no” when one of them comes to me, eager, book in hand, saying “book,” “book,” “book” over and over and over. [...]
