Maxed Out

God bless Max. He keeps quietly proclaiming, "Blog post!" and making notes in my phone of the funny or traumatic or traumatically funny happenings around here. It's a hint to write, to not forget, to make available for the future. However, However. . . *insert excuses...

Mindless Mutterings

All day long I write things in my mind. Long, beautiful odes to my children or the laundry or the frost on the trees. Short, inspired poems for grating cheese. Witty, funny memoirs that will someday make up for the lack of baby books. Or would make up for that if I...


What is that wise and oh-so-pithy saying? "Failure to plan is a plan to fail?" Right. Planning.  That's what I should have done for school! Instead, I just kept saying yes to all the good things and then I happened to look around and realize I have been,...

In the Dark

To Gus, 6 days short of 8 months: In the dark, we walk. Twinkle lights bright through the window And your eyes soak up the glow. The creaking floors, my tired arms, They don't affect you. Awake, so awake, so I'm awake. In the dark, there is no rush. I cannot hurry...

Auspicious Beginnings

It's a good thing we don't take stock in omens and such because if we did, it doesn't look good for 2019. Five of us rang in the New Year by tossing our cookies without the added fun of the alcohol beforehand. Children that belong to me, that last line? SARCASM. ...

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2018 is the year Jac found his shoe size. If you are shocked and appalled, join the club.  No one's surprise could have been greater than Jac's. He bought me some Birkenstock's for my birthday (because he's great like that) and proceded to measure his own foot on the...

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Half-way through Advent and this was the state of things. It may be that 2018 goes down in the books as the year mom failed at the Advent calendar. It’s really too bad as I purchased the candy necessary and even made up the calendar with activities ahead of time.  The...

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Pitty Potty Party

Since we were talking about Penny . . . Pretty sure her potty-training is my Waterloo.  And I know I'm given to hyperbole and dramatics, but I'm serious about this.  I'm afraid it just isn't going to happen. Let me be clear - when I write and whine about things here,...

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Hello Darkness My Old Friend

Did you see the title and think I was going to bemoan the time change?  Whine about the loss of light and the soul-crushing blackness? Too bad if you did because that's not what this is about. Nope. This is about Penny and how she or I - maybe both of us? It's unclear...

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Sixteen Years

Sixteen years. Sixteen years we've been heading to the canyon, to the same spot, for fall photos. That could mean a lot of things but mostly what comes to mind is, "We should have this down by now!" And by this I mean the choosing of the outfits,...

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