Friday, December 18, 2009
Christmas Card
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Santa Stop
Friday, December 11, 2009
Cans o' Goodness
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Mismatched Socks
Friday, November 13, 2009
3 Good Things: George, Dishwashers, & Hot Showers
1. George. I'm not ready to be thankful yet for my 2-yr-old today, who was literally crying all night long. But I will give it up for my eldest child, who gets himself up in the morning and gets ready for school, all on his own! And then entertains me at breakfast with his enthusiasm for all subjects -- which professional soccer team do we like best? Did you know how big the wing span of a flying fox is? Is Australia the biggest country in the world? Mom, you should never touch your eyes, nose, or mouth -- it spreads germs...I always use hand sanitizer after playing on the playground...the playground has a lot of germs...Jane, do you have hand sanitizer in your classroom?...you should always use it after you play on the playground...This kid has way too much energy in the morning. And he's smart and funny and creative and loving and sensitive and obedient and friendly and just a great kid. (I like my other kids too, even my 2-yr-old who is now sleeping in, but George gets top billing today.)
2. Household Appliances. At least when I woke up this morning my dishes and laundry were done. Three years of washing dishes by hand was all it took for me to be eternally grateful for the modern miracle of a dishwasher. I thank my lucky stars everyday for that one. And, even though I was doing laundry all night long, at least I didn't run out of quarters and have to wait for Pavi's to open so I could go get more to dry the load in the washer, and make the Fackrells mad because they were waiting to use it. A private laundry room is a beautiful thing.
3. My Warm House. Every once in a while, when I'm standing in the blustery, cold, pouring rain (as I was at the bus stop this morning), I am reminded of a day I spent several years ago at a concentration camp in Dachau, Germany. It was a gloomy, somber place and standing there in my shorts, in the cold rain, in the middle of July made me wonder how anyone could have possibly survived there in conditions that were exponentially more harsh. Or even wanted to. Thankfully, I don't live in a concentration camp. And after shivering at the bus stop for 5 minutes and sending my super-great son off to school, I get to come home to my warm house, take a hot shower, and put away my clean laundry. Life is good.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Fall Tribute: Dress-Ups
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