Back in the days after Friday the 13th, the emails started. School’s closed. Work’s closed. Life’s closed. The hardest ones were the Camp’s closed. Jacob was heart-broken when I had to break the news about the new and exciting virtual Cuesta College for Kids! He wasn’t having it… though he’s come around.…
My dearest Nate, It’s that time of year where your birthday was 13 weeks ago and I’m just now getting around to writing my favorite letter of the year– your birthday letter. The one where I do my best to capture just a little glimpse into who you are, what you…
My blogging frequency has taken a hit ever since James implemented a new family TV night post dinner. What we watch rotates. And all “little screens” are banned. Based on this new schedule we’ve dug up a few classics including Swiss Family Robinson. Interspersed with several they made me watch called, Ready…
When the boys were little, their feet were square. Pudgy blocks on the ends of pudgy blocks for legs. It’s no wonder they couldn’t reliably stand. Getting shoes on their fat little feet cubes was an effective alternative to going to the gym. At some point their feet started growing…
Sometime last year the boys and I were in a dark movie theatre watching previews. In between trailers there was a moment of silence, the screen turned midnight blue for two beats, and Jacob audibly groaned. Followed by an immediate crescendo into the Frozen theme song. I was stunned. How did he…
Today was just another Wednesday under SIP. On Monday night, as a special anniversary dinner, we made a beautiful piece of halibut with mango salsa and chocolate lava cakes. The salsa was one of my go-to recipes in high school. Then last night for cinco de mayo, James recreated our favorite dish…
Monday was our 18th wedding anniversary. And Star Wars Day– May the fourth be with you. And Day 50 of the lockdown life. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
I was rooting around under the vanity in the barn and found a brand-new, unopened package of toilet paper. It was a small thrill. So weird.
It’s Day 47 on house arrest and somehow this is the fastest week I’ve lived in years. I had a couple of crazy good laughs over the last few days. My favorites were the article I read about creative face masks. I can’t stop giggling when I think about the…
On Thursday morning James packed-up the back of the truck with the big aluminum horse trough (aka the cowboy bathtub), a bunch of gear, and the young’uns for two nights at Schilling Ranch. The Ranch is just over 200 acres of oak-studded hills, happy cows, and views of half dome…