You know, I used to long for a big family. Twenty-three children was not too many. I saw myself barefoot and pregnant for a majority of my married life. …
She hadn’t bought me nail polish for years. …
Snow! (ice)…
I was really run down yesterday. Possibly because we had a day-consuming House Blessing event on Saturday. Possibly because T had been doing Startup Weekend all weekend and I had to do House Blessing and Sunday Liturgy with the Babe …
Next door to Macia’s favorite coffee shop is Magpie, a store I could spend all my money in. …
I fully admit that one of the reasons I haven’t been blogging is because–all at the same time–I have nothing and far too many things to write about. …
I remember, after my grandmother died, my mother went back home to divvy up the inheritance with her siblings, and to clear out Big Mom’s house so that it could be sold.…
Her dress is finished. She has new white shoes. I have enough lace left over to make a headband or a bow for her hair.…
Today is Monday (ha, Monday, string beans).…
Sitting in front of the Mary grotto while my Macie Rose played in the sand, I stared blankly at Momma’s huge rosemary bush, following he twisted branches in and out of the center of the bush. It was tough and …
I wasn’t expecting the grief that surfaced when I was alone at Daddy’s house. …
Macia and I picked apricots.…
Today we’re heading up to Macia’s 16 month check up. Yes, the kid is 16 months old.. is that crazy to anyone else? …
We have lots of carrots. ‘Tis the season, apparently, for our CSA produce share, but I made the mistake of asking Taylor to get “some carrots” at the store…
I am bad at multi-tasking. Just ask Taylor. If I start a sewing project or a baking endeavor, all else gets put on hold until. it’s. finished. …
The great irony of our journey to parenthood, to me, is the bottle brush that hangs by our sink. We use it almost daily to wash out the Babe’s bottles, but we didn’t buy it for her. We didn’t even …
I am restless.
The future is a big mish-mash of mostly-certain and less-certain and not-certain-at-all.…
I want to write today, but I can’t form an organized enough thought to do anything other than a list. Still, lists are fun sometimes, too.
–Taylor loves quilts. And kilts. And woolens. And anything knit or crocheted. I knit. …
“Oh, Anne–congratulations! You must just be on cloud nine. How exciting–it’s finally over.”
I’ve been getting that a lot lately.…
Today I was thinking about clothes.…
We are laying low today. Babe and I are enjoying a quiet recovery day while Taylor studies au cafe.…
Most of you have seen the news on twitter or facebook already. That the Babe can stay with us.…
pat-a-pat-pat (telling me she wants to be picked up)
foo-foo-foo (whispered when she’s hungry)…
No, I won’t ever be ready. I think part of being an eternal being is that we are never ready to say goodbye. We weren’t meant to.…
People have been telling me how lucky the Babe is to be with Taylor and me right now. We’ve been told how noble and selfless we are to open our hearts and home to her, and how wonderful we are …
Do these make sense to you? I think I mostly know what I mean as I list them here. We shall see.…
Thursday, roast beef. …
Beautiful words from a dear friend…
“I look forward to the day when the 3 of you come to the ranch on a beautiful summer’s day filled with sunshine…
My mother died in March. On the eleventh. Two and a half years ago.…
So many smiles. Clapping. Tear-wiping. Even a little whooping and hollering. Mr. & Mrs. for the first time.…
Cyclists whizzing by, odd-shaped packages tethered to backs and bikes.
Cafes of all quality and variety on so many corners.…
Growing up, we had a lot of rules that our parents set down for our betterment and the general upkeep of the house. Always wash your hands before playing the piano; close the lid and push the bench back in …
Welcome.
For renidemus is, first and foremost, an invitation. An invitation to sit down with me, to read what I can offer you, and to offer your thoughts in return.…
It was so much more than simply saying goodbye to my husband for a few days, or a week, or several. It was more than knowing I would be facing an empty house coming home from work, or going to …