We're welcoming Fall with some home-grown apples. 48 of 'em to be exact. All from one tree in our yard. (Only one of the two produced apples - not sure why!)
Until yesterday, I wasn't sure how to tell if they were ready to pick despite Googling for ideas, which mostly returned vague suggestions like "they will come right off when you twist" or "you
For me, one of the benefits of buying a house the second time around is that you know your handiness limitations, and scope out your opportunities with that in your mind.
Truth: We are not handy. We only have good intentions.
Fantasy: We like to think that we are handy. We also like to think that we have the amount of time and energy to
I had one happy boy bounce off the bus today. He was all giggles.
He threw all his stuff at me and kept his school bag. Unusual...because he typically likes me to carry everything for the 20 steps home. And since I really love to re-live my youth, I typically oblige. (Jokes, jokes. I am not sure why I take it from him - I
I am slightly embarrassed to admit that I haven't been to our nation's capital in many, many years. I can't remember the last time I visited and enjoyed everything Washington, D.C. has to offer. The fact that I used to live a few hours north and never went in my adult years only heightens my embarrassment.
Washington is very pretty. I was there for less
My whirlwind trip home sadly came to a close on Saturday afternoon. Kenny was right: it was just what I needed. It was wildly short, but just hanging out with my parents, siblings, in-laws and seeing a few friends really fed my soul. As an added bonus, I slept until 8:45 a.m. on Friday and then 7:30 a.m. on Saturday. No mom can ever complain
Woo hoo! Philadelphia, here I come for a not quite 48-hour tour. It's like Babypalooza 2012. I. Can. Not. Wait.
I am at PDX anxiously awaiting my flight to D.C. for a work thing tomorrow and then hopping a train north to kiss some babies (all right, Mom and Dad, I'll kiss you, too. Dennis and Kev - we can hug it out. Mom and
So, we survived the first week of Kindergarten. Woo hoo!
Since it was so dramatic last week, I figured I should share how it ended.
I went to volunteer for Kindergarten lunch. I figured doing this every other Friday would be a good way for me to meet other parents, right? Plus, I'd be supporting Gavin. It was good - very easy and kind of
Today marks Gavin's third day of school. (He started Tuesday, was off Wednesday, and went back yesterday.) I am pretty excited for the weekend - if only to give my stomach a break from being completely nervous. I'm usually pretty laid back, but knowing that Gavin's anxious about school is rubbing off - I am sharing some of the load, I guess. Haha.
You might remember that I was recognized as being from Philadelphia because of my accent when we first moved here. As our one-year anniversary in Oregon gets closer, it appears that my Philadelphia accent is not diminishing.
I had to pick up Gavin from summer camp about two weeks ago while Kenny was away. I sat down at the table where Gav and a friend
He's home! I got a big smile when he found me in the "sea of anxious parents waiting to find Junior" crowd.
As I mentioned before, he's pretty quiet, so I tried to butter him up while I dug for information I wanted to know about his day. I put my journalist hat on, hooked him up with a drink and a snack and went