the story

because perhaps i have been here so long, the story can’t be told without the pictures. and because i have been here for so long, there are so, so many pictures. some so old, you may have seen them before. but regardless, they tell the story of lives.  firsts.   and of blessing granted. pictures…

Playing Candyland.

When a 6-year old calls out to you, “Let’s play Candyland!”, how do you respond? Someone in our house is continually trying to throw Candyland away.  Trying to convince the kids they are “too old for Candyland,”  (whaaat?) Perhaps the most important part of my job these days is saying, “Ok, Candyland, not Uno?” and…

At the Trappist Abbey, my shorty ‘n me

Sunny fall Friday’s are priceless.  When the wind is low, the temperature is not too cold and the leaves are all just the right color.  It is the best time of year for taking pictures, no other time of year has such color and lighting.  I also miss exploring new places desperately, and the opportunities…

No kids

When there are no kids, the dog gets walked. When there are no kids every drawer gets organized. When there are no kids, there are no conversations with the neighbor girl about sitting. When there are no kids, old chores, piles and details scurry from industrious mothers. When there are no kids mom and dad…

Art.

Today my oldest went to camp for the first time.  Coming home was hard for her, but after the evening rolled on with the predictability of meal, conversation, bath, pajamas etc.  all resumed the rhythm. But then, right after the bath part and before the doughnut hole for dessert, a big, slobbery, tail-whomping, tongue-hanging-from-side-of-mouth DOG…

Walking with a 2-year old

She whose name means “wild, natural and beautiful” in this red poncho picture soaked her clothes with a sneaker wave at Pacific City, and like a true champion, rode home in her underpants without a complaint. My youngest daughter is 2 and a half.  I get several quality hours with just her a couple times…

A new kind of preschool

In round about the end of 2009,  our tidy little finances came smashing all apart. It didn’t take much, adjusting to less income, a minor catastrophe, unexpected large expenses, adjustments and other things that are part of life, still husband and I  looked at our decimated pocketbook. Post car purchase, post minor home mess, we…

Little Bee

Dear Little Bee You have had many nicknames, little bird, bumblebee, bug.  You have grown so much.  You know all about entertaining me and your sister and your dad, and you know all about driving us berserk too sometimes. Teatime.  It can be hard to get you to play solo sometimes, but you are ALWAYS…

Photo essay: Twin Rocks

This weekend our family went to Twin Rocks to RETREAT!!!!  That is really a good word, it’s like treat and re-treat. It was a treat.  Sylvie and I just hung around while A and J brushed up on their putting. Since A was sporting a Mr. T look, I kept trying to get her to…

Pre-birthday: For baby A

My firstborn, A, has been praying since last summer like this: “Dear Jesus thankyou for mama, pappa and my birthday coming to march with birthday hats, birthday cake, ‘fari Sams and balloons …” at which point we often direct her prayer: “Honey, say thankyou for the food,” “Amen,” And that is at the dinner table. …

Mama fatigue

  When I was a kid, one of the scariest things my mom would do is leave without clear intent or destination.  She did it seldom, once, maybe twice, but one always knew when it was happening because she said she was going to Texas. We knew no one in Texas.  Thus is the sense…