Some Pumpkin Love and a WALKER!

It's pumpkin time!We welcome Fall with orange pumpkins and yellow hayAnd a toddle through the Pumpkin Patch. Horray!Sheldon is now walking. Usually he is walking and dragging his stuffed bunny by the ear, but I don't have a picture of that yet.Tomorrow we will force him into a Toy Story Alien suit and introduce him … Continue reading Some Pumpkin Love and a WALKER!

A Post About Nothing, Which is Everything

I felt boring this morning when I tried to write a blog post. I had just collected a stool sample and I mourned for you, readers, because shouldn't you be reading about great adventures, or at least something less gross?Then, I mourned for me, because my life is boring AND gross, and not blog worthy … Continue reading A Post About Nothing, Which is Everything

Finding Gratitude in the Sink

Today Q asked me what I wanted him to draw, and I said, "A tiger"."How about a sink Momma?"So, he drew a sink. And I love that little sink. Maybe sinks are just as exciting as tigers...Today I give thanks for the ordinary exciting things:pumpkinssunrise on the wet green grass, sparkly and goldenfresh airbran muffinsan … Continue reading Finding Gratitude in the Sink

Not Waving But Drowning: Loving My Neighbor

Nobody heard him, the dead man,But still he lay moaning;I was much further out than you thoughtAnd not waving but drowning.Poor chap, he always loved larkingAnd now he's deadIt must have been too cold for him his heart gave wayThey said.Oh, no no no, it was too cold always(Still the dead one lay moaning)I was … Continue reading Not Waving But Drowning: Loving My Neighbor

Strength in Leaves: A Moral in A Bunny Cup

Today I have a huge mess of a house, because the boys took it upon themselves to have a party which involved fruit snacks and green beans, the remnants of which are scattered on my floor. Yesterday was hard too. Someone in a Batman cape and superhero underwear was testing my patience. I may have … Continue reading Strength in Leaves: A Moral in A Bunny Cup

A Home Tour with Old Pictures (Where Is My Camera?!)

Because it's Monday, and I just cleaned the kitchen (but not the living room), and because the boys are antsy since it's cloudy and because I might just need a kindred spirit to hold my hand as I deal with runny noses and hold me mommas, you are invited over to my house. I am … Continue reading A Home Tour with Old Pictures (Where Is My Camera?!)

A Message From My Laundry

Inside the house smells like maple syrup, but we are outside, hanging clothes on the line.Q is standing with an action hero in hand, explaining to me how his little-plastic-man-who looks-very-much-like-a-helicopter-pilot, is an excellent skateboarder. I can't see him from behind the towels, but I nod my head seriously and muster up belief. Of course … Continue reading A Message From My Laundry

Because I Don’t Own A Foghorn

A week ago, I was here...And it was fourteen ways of beautiful and 6.3 ways of cold. I had a bowl of clam chowder alone and I stared at the clouds out the window. I listened to the sound of voices in a crowded chowder joint, disjointed and rushing, like the waves outside.The person next … Continue reading Because I Don’t Own A Foghorn