People keep asking how we are. Here's a visual representation: Mostly what we are is exhausted. This is a picture from around noon. This is after Elias put himself to bed last night because he couldn't wait for us to do it (that's a first) and after they slept at least an hour later than… Continue reading How We Are
It's the morning of Mom's funeral and I'm lying in bed. I've been awake for half an hour, but I don't want to get up. I was hoping to wake up this morning feeling, if not better, at least stronger after sleep. Elias came in this morning sad and grouchy. He curled up against my… Continue reading Mo(u)rning
This was not the day that I had planned for today. I am supposed to be on Cape Cod right now, celebrating the wedding of my friend. I should be wearing a bridesmaid dress, though I'm certain the shoes would be long gone. Instead, I am sitting at my kitchen table at home. My sister… Continue reading Adieu
I'm writing this over breakfast in the quiet of the morning of Wedding Eve. Lots to do today, starting with a nail appointment and picking up speed from there as we head toward the rehearsal dinner at the end of the day. (How fun is it that my list of responsibilities starts with having a manicure?)… Continue reading Catching Up
I decided to buy a clippers and see if I can cut the boys' hair. I'm tired of paying for haircuts. I'm tired of paying for my own haircuts, too, but I have serious concerns about the way I'd look with an all-over buzz. Elias was a little suspicious at first, but I promised him… Continue reading Bzzzzzzzzz
Sorting through baby clothes has been on my list for awhile. I've been waiting for one of my friends to have a baby boy, and it finally happened. Almost everything my children have ever worn has been a gift or a hand-me-down, and I wanted to pass on the bounty. So I pulled out the… Continue reading Shirts and Dirt
The first strawberries appeared in the garden. No one more than four feet tall got any. If history is any indicator, I might get two this year. That's two berries, not two quarts or something crazy like that. Humph.