Kids

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I’m joining Erin for a year of 52 weeks.

This week you:

• caught a cold and have been dealing with a runny nose and a nagging cough

• played your last hockey scrimmage of the season and had a blast

• helped me paint the basement (!)

• tried fresh fennel and fennel and tilapia stew… the fresh fennel was a hit

• had a babysitter for only the second time and watched for her at the window for over an hour

Kids

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I’m joining Erin for a year of 52 weeks.

This week you:

• with a pep talk…  you made it through an hour of hockey practice… and had fun 

• talked Mom into taking you down the double big hill and laughed when we almost hit a tree

• introduced our new realtor to every single My Little Pony you own

• cuddled with me and watched over an hour straight of Renovation Realities on HGTV

• finally made a snow man… it’s been too cold!

 

Family

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I’m joining Erin for a year of 52 weeks.

This week you:

• went tubing down the big hill All. By. Yourself.  (that’s you at the top in the photo)

• passed the push back and forth with me at hockey practice

• used your “pleases” and “thank you’s” and “excuse mes” and “no, thank your” really well

• dragged me down a tube slide at the indoor playground again and again

• made an amazing come-from-behind victory again me at Chutes & Ladders

 

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I’m joining Erin for a year of 52 weeks.

This week you:

• had so much fun with your classmates at a birthday party

• declared Daddy to be the best fort builder, and spent many an hour building them

• cuddled on your bed with a book and pretzels and “read”

• rode “Fancy” the unicorn around and around and around

• tried to teach Bogey how to use the iPad.. you were very patient

Family

Impromptu Popovers

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Daughter and I  made Popovers yesterday. We were home because school was canceled. She got a cookbook, Pretend Soup, for Christmas and it’s been a big hit. She “reads” the recipes and asks if we have all the ingredients. For most of them we’ve missing one thing: Apple Juice concentrate; zucchini; or a soup packet. But we had everything for the Popovers. And I love Popovers.

They were so easy! The book gives provides one set of directions for the adult and photos to follow along for the kids. There are tips and suggestions to get the child involved, such as brushing the muffin tin with melted butter. Daughter is a whiz at cracking eggs and whisking, so this was really simple. Mom is not so good at the mess that gets made, but I just remind myself that I can clean it up, I can clean it up.

Thirty minutes later we pulled the pan of Popovers out of the oven and immediately we each ate two of them (they’re small). They are so good. Especially right out of the oven.

School is closed again today, but Grandpa is coming down to watch Daughter. It is 12 degrees below zero right now, but the high today is 1 above. Tomorrow the high is 4 above. Will they have school tomorrow?

If not, I need to load up on eggs so we can bake more popovers!

Inspiration

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

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And while I’m sick of everyone talking about it, I still have to say, IT’S &&^%$# COLD OUT THERE!. When I’m inside I can almost forget how cold it is out there, until the house “knocks” again and I bolt off the couch. Or when I have to let the dogs out, with the encouraging words, “Be brave, come right back.” Or like this morning when I had to actually make the walk to the garage and sit in a cold-ish car for the 20 minute drive to work. I took husband’s car for the seat warmers, but I don’t think they even warmed up enough by the time I got here. I parked in the center of the parking ramp, between two other cars, hoping to protect the car from the wind of the outside world. I’m safely inside right now, but in a few hours I’ll have to go back out there.

It will be this cold for roughly 48 hours and by this weekend it will be close to above freezing. For many that still sounds cold. But for us folks around here, it means many will be jogging in shorts or sledding in t-shirts. I’ll just be happy to not cough as soon as I get outside.

Stay warm, folks. This, too, shall pass.

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Goodbye 2013, Hello 2014!

Wow, 2013 was a rough year. My Dad passed away. We listed our house nearly six months ago and we’re still waiting to close. Our daycare center was turned upside down by outdated laws and greed.

But so, so, so many good things happened! We spent nearly two weeks in Paradise. I played hockey with a new team that became like a family. Daughter turned 4 and has become one amazing little girl. My Dad found peace after a long struggle that took both his body and his mind. We welcomed the sweetest, craziest puppy from our vacation on the islands. I completed my third triathlon in (personal) record time despite all of the above. And we spent a few days enjoying the fog of the north shore… just the two of us.

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There’s one more night to enjoy before we say Happy New Year. We’re making Shrimp Tacos and watching The Princess Bride. Whatever you decide to do, have fun, be safe. I’ll see you next year.

 

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Just Write: Another Showing

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I’ve been missing from this place. Have you noticed? I have. I had major deadlines at work last week, but finally on Thursday things were quiet. Then the weekend hit and there were outings and ice times and hockey games and a showing. Now it’s Monday night and I’m finally able to sit down with myself and write.

Tomorrow we are having yet another showing. I have no idea how many groups have been through our home, but they keep coming. And while we have a contingent offer, we’re still able to show the house in hopes that a stronger offer comes in. Eventually it will. Eventually we’ll be done and we’ll pack and we’ll haul our stuff across town. Yet, we have no idea where that place will be across town. Or when.

It makes it hard to plan ahead. It makes it hard to find a school. It makes it hard to think of anything that’s more than 30 days out. And if you know me you know I like to plan ahead. Yes, even sometimes beyond those 30 days. It makes everything feel like it’s on hold.

Half our stuff is in storage. Photo albums, toys, cake pans, random bits of our lives that we’re missing but don’t realize aren’t here. Most of those things could probably stay in storage forever and we wouldn’t care, but it’s the little things that I miss. My paints, Daughter’s doll house, those cake pans.

And someday we will unpack it. We’ll enter a house that is empty and bare and we’ll gradually make it our own. My easel and paints and sewing machine and supply of paper will find it’s way back to me. Daughter’s doll house and zip car and pipe cleaners will land in her new playroom. Those cake pans and the immersion blender and all those fancy champagne flutes will be unwrapped and lined up neatly. Somewhere. Someday. Somehow.

Meanwhile we wait. We wait.

Inspiration

Falling into Winter

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Before Daughter was born I loved setting my clocks back in the fall. I loved that suddenly I could wake up to the sun rising, rather than heading off to work in the dark. I loved that I got that one extra hour to do whatever I wanted. Usually I would just sleep later, but there were years where I would get up early to read or write or head to the gym. When Daughter was born I didn’t realize just how much the time change can effect a little one. The first year that we set the clocks back daughter was only 6 months old and barely on a schedule. But years since, in both spring and fall, the time change wrecks our schedule. This year was no different.
Saturday night I went out with my teammates after our first game and I stayed out later than I should have, knowing I had “an extra hour.” I asked Husband to put Daughter to bed a little late since we had “an extra hour.” Recently she’s been sleeping in later on the weekends. And when I say later, I mean she’s waking up around 7 or 730. Most mornings we can pull her into our bed and keep her quiet with an iPad. But this morning, this morning that granted me “an extra hour,” she woke up at 5am. FIVE IN THE MORNING! To my internal clock it was 6am. But still, SIX AM? That’s still too early. So this year, I spent “my extra hour” lying in Daughter’s bed telling her it was “still the middle of the night” and “it’s much too early to get up.” And when she told me  she could “see a 7” on the clock I told her that “The clock isn’t right.” and “We need to set it back”.
None of this made sense to her.
It made perfect sense to me.
So when the clock, or my watch, which was already set, read 6:15 I took that opportunity to head back to my own bed with Daughter and I handed her the iPad.
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Beyond Mondo Beyondo: This is in response to a writing prompt from a group of wonderful bloggers I met through Mondo Beyondo. To see what they wrote about “A change in the seasons,” see below”