There are a couple of stories we like to tell that succinctly explain the difference between Jason and me. This weekend we added another. On Sunday morning, the kids all piled into our (queen-sized) bed. I was practically delirious with happiness; it filled my cup right up. Everyone agreed there’s not really enough room for […]
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Every knight needs a spear. Sir Ian whittled his own. (Also, he was having trouble getting the trajectory right, and when I showed him this photo he said, “Oh! That’s why!” I don’t know what correction he thought to make, but I think we might have a future javelin thrower or mechanical engineer in the […]
We did our family Christmas Eve traditions on Christmas Eve Eve this year. Tempura (and to make it all the more special, Auntie Brook joined us this year), new jammies for all, and sleeping under the Christmas tree.
The boys are working on a gift for their cousin Colton (an outline of a truck that he can make string art on). It’s not totally perfect but because it is made with love.
The days are dark early and getting colder, but Ian still puts on his “football uniform” every chance he gets. I’m thankful the boys want to get out and seize every last bit of daylight, and I’m okay with putting homework off a little longer so they can run some plays together.
We awoke to a winter wonderland this morning. I hadn’t even considered the possibility of a white Christmas. What a treat! The kids had an absolute blast playing in the snow–jumping, making snow angels (not Clara’s favorite), catching snowflakes (Simon and Ian both posed for the camera, but Clara did it on her own without […]
Usually we do new jammies, a ride to look at the Christmas lights, and a special meal of tempura on Christmas Eve, but this year we opted for a saner option and did those three things on Christmas Eve Eve (don’t worry, we have plenty of traditions to carry us through tomorrow as well). After […]
So, truth be told, the help today didn’t last much longer than the photo op. He lost the scissors, I guess? I don’t really know how that happened. I won’t complain, though, that’s two less gifts I have to wrap this year. * Ian is pretty much always game for helping to wrap gifts.
Ian came home from school yesterday with a bad stomach ache. Clara, ever with an opinion, helpfully instructed him, “Now, Ian, if you feel like you have to frow up, you just go to the baffroom and put your mouth over the toilet.” Her advice eventually came in handy, so he is home from school […]