A recent series of events has confirmed that, without a doubt, the Clark family is officially and forever and always an all-mint, all-the-time toothpaste family.
Over the past two weeks, we've been on poor Gavin about his seemingly absent oral hygiene. His breath has been otherworldly. Honestly, at one point, I thought to myself, "Dear God. This is EXACTLY how I imagine Creed smelled." You
As I sit here at the start of SNOW DAY #9 out here in Portland, Oregon, I caught the above scene out of the corner of my eye. Yea, that’s Grace. She’s CRAWLING across the kitchen counter to fetch herself a banana for breakfast. A depiction of the mentality that so many snow days brings. Nine snow days in will change a person.
Last night, we were sitting around steaming bowls of lovely Chicken, Corn and Potato Chowder following an insane afternoon filled with some snow flakes, a mad rush to grab our kids from school so they didn't have to take the bus on our neighborhood's near-instantaneous treacherous roads once any sort of winter participation hits, and a 3 hour, 10 minute commute for Kenny (for what's
All right, friends.
The snow eventually showed up, and we had a nice layer by about 12:30 p.m. or so.
Sleds were in full effect for a few hours, and Bob is apparently a huge fan of the white stuff. Huge. As in didn't want to come back inside.
The storm is changing over to freezing rain - as you can tell by the amazing quality
Just wanted to share a quick update to our friends and family back East (and elsewhere in the world) as I know the news of our anticipated wintry weather out here in the Pacific Northwest has spread far and wide.
We're weathering the Portland snow day just fine. (See what I did there?)
The kids, as you can see, are enjoying their day off from
Those two kids up top got married fifteen years ago today.
It was a great day.
Greater days followed.
And God willing, our greatest are still to come.
This morning, Kenny surprised me with Together is Better: A Little Book of Inspiration by Simon Sinek. I picked it up, flipped it over and read, "Working hard for something we don't care about is called stress. Working
Today, we celebrate our main man, Gavin. He's 10.
Double digits. One - zero.
Yea. I'm not really sure how that happened either.
He's taller than my shoulder. Just shy of my shoe size. Totally overgrown for my lap. But he still tries to sit there. Mostly so he can quietly share little things from his day to a one-woman
If you know, you know.
As in ... you may be panicked Santa isn't going to be able to find one...or, er, have the elves make one for your little cherub...before he leaves for his world-wide journey on December 24.
Hatchimals, people. They're THE toy this Christmas. Apparently these things are gonna be like Cabbage Patch Kids circa 1983. Maybe they already are judging by this
Words are hard to find today, aren't they?
Maybe not ... if you're looking for continued divisiveness. Seems prevalent on the media - social or otherwise.
I haven't said much during this election process.
Well, I don't like to get caught up in the discourse. I was raised in a time and community where speaking about politics, money and religion weren't common. Traditional?
This time last year, I sat in my chair and worried about Gavin and Grace, both of whom were nervous for their first day of school.
This year, I sit in my chair, and smile to myself because both Gavin and Grace are super excited for school to start. Like literally could not wait.
I am so glad. Gladder than I've ever been since moving