Category Archives: glimpses of the ordinary
from the drafts: french toast
I have a tendency to write and not publish. I have this foolish idea that each post should include at least one picture. (Really, I think that’s what all of the boy admirers out there want, to see the boys … Continue reading
wild
He is my wild child… May the world never tame him.
growing up
G: I’m going to be a baseball player when I grow up. What are you going to be when you grow up, Mommy? Mommy: Hmm…a botanist. G: What are you going to be when you grow up, Daddy? Daddy: A … Continue reading
blue eyes
someone asked for some more of blue eyes: he likes riding, and building, and hiding. he is always happy. even at 1 he is young at heart. love.
autumn gatherings, clothes boys and other unrelated moments in time
We have been blessed, this fall, with some unbelievable warm weather. Summer’s heat blazed right through September and into October. Something’s broken in me because even though I knew I should be grateful for warm sunshine-y skies and the absence … Continue reading
treasure
There comes a time when the naps end. These can be difficult times. Amidst the meltdowns there are moments of spontaneous slumber. I treasure these.
a moment to remember
a lazy afternoon when daddy’s on the river, in the desert. boy 1 at T-ball. boy 2 playing quietly in the grass and sand. asking questions about how old i’ll be when he’s a ‘dult. telling tales of how he’ll … Continue reading
at the table
Now we are five at the table. He’s still dining on fabric books, wooden teethers and the like. Dave treated himself to a solo ride the other night, so we took dinner outside to the Field of Dreams, a truly … Continue reading
monster!
The wee lads and lasses let their imaginations run free. An elk skeleton re-purposed.
