On Tuesday my girl had her first day of preschool. HOW IS SHE OLD ENOUGH FOR THIS She was so nervous in the morning. “I don’t want you to leave me,” she whimpered. “I don’t want to be alone at preschool.” I assured her that she wouldn’t be alone, that her teacher and friends would be there. We talked about… View Post
Remember how I wasn’t going to wear pants in July? Well I didn’t. Mostly. Saturdays when we worked on the kitchen were yoga pants days. But mostly it was all skirts and dresses. And guess what: I DIDN’T DIE! I recreated a few of my ensembles for your amusement. A style blogger, I have concluded, I am not. In the… View Post
Amelia: 168 weeks I love how she crosses her ankles when she sits. Margot: 70 weeks She loves this truck book with all the lift-up flaps. She opens each one and yells, “Pee-boo!” So cute. You may also enjoy: Mila Monday Mila Monday (a day late again) Mila Monday
This is my in-laws’ back yard. Trumpet vines everywhere. Climbing trees, climbing walls, attracting all the little ants and bees and other bugs. I know they’re invasive and not always desirable, but they sure are pretty. I’m grateful for pretty things right now because, good heavens, the news is discouraging these days. Guys, this is happening. Here. In the United… View Post
First of all, thank you for being so kind after Tuesday’s post. It pretty much wrote itself, and when words spill out of me like that it’s usually a sign that somebody needs to read them, even if I’m not sure I want to share them. I’m so grateful for this little space where I can write what is in… View Post