It's true. I blog better without a husband. Hmmm…maybe I should clarify. I blog better when my husband is gone. Like away. And it's only because I love him so much. That is also a true statement. When he is around, I find myself enjoying his company whenever I can (i.e. when the children are … Continue reading I’m a better blogger without a husband
I picked the wrong year to start a blog, run a half marathon and read through the Bible. It has been a record year for craziness. A few days ago we arrived in Virginia to stay with my parents for about two months. I am getting good at this. Kind of. And believe it or … Continue reading Marathons, Road Trips, and Funerals
It's been such a hectic couple of weeks round here, to stay the least, I almost forgot I had a blog. Okay, not quite but there have been so many things I have wanted to write about, like the well-loved oleaginous Whirly Pop I threw out after six years of use while packing a few … Continue reading Lessons in moving with toddlers
I’ve always dreamed of driving cross-country, but these days the closest I can get to it is reading about it. So I did. I read Prayer and the Art of Volkswagen Maintenance; Finding God on the Open Road, by Donald Miller. It was a very enjoyable read. I love adventure, I love God. And I love … Continue reading Hop on the Bus!
I'm writing this from a hotel room in Washington D.C. while one of my boys naps in a pack n play in the bathroom and the other naps in a pack n play two feet from my chair. Happy New Year! It actually has been a good New Years. Last week, I was preparing myself … Continue reading A new Dawn, A New Day, a New Year
My boys are napping and I should be packing. Or sleeping, washing dishes, doing laundry..anything but sitting down to write about how I'm going to miss our cozy little apartment (kept faithfully at 75 degrees) and our little adventures in Pittsburgh. For tomorrow we leave, and I can honestly say that I am a little sad to go home! Pittsburgh, I've discovered, is a really cool city. Much cooler than the name implies. Something about the word "pitt" makes me think of grease balls and pit stains, not too appealing. But then again, that is Brad Pitt's last name and greasy and sweaty are not adjectives I generally call to mind when thinking of Brad Pitt. Nevertheless, I wasn't sure what to think of the city when I found out in October that we'd be spending six weeks there.