We Do What We Have to Do, Even Solo Vacations
Warning: This is a rant. I am indulging because it will make me feel better. Yes, I realize that this is selfish behavior. Feel free not to continue reading.
Warning: This is a rant. I am indulging because it will make me feel better. Yes, I realize that this is selfish behavior. Feel free not to continue reading.
Two years ago this week, I got pregnant with L. When I found out five weeks later, it was this huge surprise we weren’t prepared for. We’d gotten married in August, went on our honeymoon to Kenya in September, and were really just beginning to settle into a marriage routine. We were looking at a…
L turns five this year. She’s been counting down to that special day since–oh, the day after she turned four. We’ve had many, many one-sided conversations about her fifth birthday. She’s monologued about zoo birthday parties (they have a birthday room, and we inevitably pass it every time we visit, which is fairly often), indoor…
I turned 39 last week. I spent a few days at the end of our vacation with my dad, and at some point, he asked me how I felt about being one year away from 40. I took a moment and thought about it, as honestly as I could on the fly like that, and…
We were driving home from church in the pouring rain, talking about what we were going to do on such a miserable day. E, who was riding shotgun, pointed at the sign for the Smithsonian Air & Space Museum’s extension campus as we passed it. “Sometime, we ought to go there,” he said. “Well, why…
It’s nearing the end of December, and I can’t seem to stop thinking about how fast 2013 has gone by. The fastest year in my memory, actually. People say that time speeds up as you get older, even more so when you have children, and I’ve found that to be true. In the spirit of…
Because I have this blog and an acknowledged overabundance of cookbooks, it’s probably pretty clear that I like to cook new things. But I also work full time, have a husband in graduate school, and a busy toddler running around, so people frequently ask me how I manage a homecooked meal every night, not…