The rain started Friday night, on the way home from celebrating Shabbat, Beema’s birthday and yet another uncle who had the dubious fortune of having his birthday land of Thanksgiving Day this year. By Saturday morning we were nearly drowning in wet. Then the hail started. But it hasn’t rained […]
Read MoreMonth: November 2009
The First Sunday of Advent
I’ve been planning to keep advent for most of the year, but last night I was putting together a wreath at just before midnight. (It crept up on me. I had no idea it started so soon after Thanksgiving.) Thankfully, Leila’s post on making advent wreaths inspired me so I […]
Read MoreThanksgiving in the Slum-Updated
I’m putting this one here at the top again for today as I run around and bake and finish painting and make a Thanksgiving tree with my kids just in case some people missed it. It helps me as I run around baking, making candied orange peels, gluten free chocolate […]
Read MoreOne Thousand Gifts-Week 39
Glorious golden tousled curls, bouncing as she laughs. Boy laughing and making silly faces. The little bit of a lisp when he’s laughing and talking because of missing front teeth. the homey smell of turkey broth simmering. peanut butter trails in the honey remind me that the Girl made lunch […]
Read MoreI am a complete failure
We are on our way to the laundry room. The girl lingers at the door, clearly ready to make a bolt for the playground. “Come,” I call. “Come with me to the laundry room.” “I don’t want to,” she replies and runs off to the playground. Naturally this is unacceptable […]
Read MoreRemember Who You Are
I finished reading The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis to the kids this week. (If you have never read it or the accompanying books in the Chronicles of Narnia series you should stop now, drop everything, go out and buy the books and read them all this month. They are […]
Read MoreForgiveness
The Boy kneels on the floor sobbing, surveying what used to be an entire fort for his army guys to defend, complete with cannon, now scattered Lego pieces kicked all over the carpet. Little stands in the corner, arms crossed defiantly, brow furrowed, lower lip sticking out. She is angry […]
Read MoreI said I wouldn’t write about grief this month, I changed my mind.
I wake to the regular morning sounds of chatter and clinking at my MIL’s house. “The spare room is way too close to the kitchen,” I think to myself, for the 567th time. Little sleeps on my shoulder and I am pinned to the bed, plotting how to escape without […]
Read MoreDear Anthropologie, This is getting kind of ridiculous,
Ever since I bought my super cute apron from you you have been stalking me. You won’t stop sending me seductive emails, and at least once a month I open my mailbox to find you’ve sent me yet more photos of yourself. I will admit, they are beautifully shot and […]
Read MoreOne Thousand Gifts-Week 38
A quiet night at home, just me and my little girl. Silly buns with friends. Watching Little lay out the cards for a game of memory. The level of concentration is astounding. My kids all singing together, “Twinkle twinkle little star”. Laughter from the bathroom where they’re supposed to be […]
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