Fantastic Couchnastics

The aformentioned Couchnastics pics. The speak for themselves, really.  (And they say, “You wish you were here, don’t ya?) The most incredible things about the evening were: 1. Tess really jumping off the launch pad instead of flopping off. 2....

Plus One

Plus One is not an invitation extension. Plus One is not how we are referring to our family these days – though I like the sound of Daniel, party of five, plus one. Plus One is not a new math concept I am teaching Max. No, my friends, Plus One was the outside...

Hello Chicken Rider

Yesterday, I kept hearing Tess cheerfully saying, “Hello, Chicken Rider!” (With her particular pronunciation, it sounded more like “Hey-yo, sicken wide-oh”). I couldn’t figure out who she was greeting (no gigantic chickens in the...

There’s something about Nie . . .

I’ve mentioned this before, but this woman has changed my life.  Not in a tent revival sort of way, mind you, but spend a minute reading her words, and you’ll get the idea.  Nie has inspired me to live out my vocation as wife and mother in real and...

Just Ducky

I’m waddling. There’s no use denying it. I can attempt to cover it up and put some real effort into graceful movement, but it’s like holding your breath – you can only do it for so long then it becomes painful and you have to give in to your...