December 22

The children’s Christmas program at church is entertaining every time. My parents and my grandma (Wise Nana) came down to see the boys sing and Simon say his line. Simon got to stand by his buddy Josh this year, so he pretty much felt the opposite of the way he did last year. DPP pics […]


December 17

A morning snuggle. (This image is a day late simply because I chose an early bedtime over blogging last night.) DPP pics from past years: 2006, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012


December 15

A breakfast date with my husband, a delicious pastry and hot coffee, an unhurried morning. Rare treats indeed (well, except for the coffee, which is a treat but not quite as rare as the others) and much appreciated today. DPP pics from past years: 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012


December 13

Today Jason fixed the fireplace and built a fire; the kids supervised, more or less. DPP pics from past years: 2005, 2006, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012


December 12

The plan was that Jason would let the kids watch him shave his head to keep them out of my hair while I made dinner (see what I did there?). I couldn’t resist snapping a few photos of the event. This picture makes it look like there are more people in our family than there […]


December 11

Ian and Clara sharing a peppermint marshmallow and a laugh or two. DPP pics from past years: 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012  


These Days: Ginger Cookies

One of my favorite Christmas traditions is making a huge batch of my grandma’s ginger cookies. We decided that today was Simon’s fifth year, Ian’s third year, and Clara’s first year for helping.


December 1

This morning the boys decided they wanted to dress Clara. With a lot of teamwork and supervision (but no actual hands-on help), they got their very patient sister dressed. As Jason would say, #parentingachievementunlocked. DPP pics from past years: 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012


These Days: Playing in the Leaves


Wonder

If a child is to keep his inborn sense of wonder, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement, and mystery of the world we live in. — Rachel Carson