A New Post

I haven’t posted anything in awhile. Why? Hmmm . . . . either because I’ve been lazy or because my children haven’t done anything outrageously funny or adorable lately.

I think I’ll go with the former.

Heaven knows I wouldn’t want to strain myself on this first post of 2012 so I’m going to keep this one simple . . . uncomplicated . . . sort of ease my way back into things . . . I thought I would share a few snapshots from the time we spent in Alaska over Christmas. This isn’t because there is a great story to tell but because this blog is really for my children because one day they might like to know how they spent the Christmas of 2011 . . . at least G will. R has a memory like a steel trap and will be able to tell me what the pattern was on the wrapping paper.

So here we go . . .

This is R with the roving Elf and Santa at the Seattle Airport . . .

This is a photo of my children playing in the backyard at our house the morning after we arrived. (The children are part of that giant dark blob in the middle of the photo that is actually a fort and slide.) I believe it was around 9:00 a.m. This is just to remind us about how happy we are to be spending the next two years where the sun comes up at a reasonable hour even in December.

This is G tromping around in his daddy’s snowshoes . . . at around noon after the sun came up.

One of the primary reasons we went to the snow and cold last month was so that we could visit friends and family . . . including R’s best friend A  . . . and A’s little brother. Cutie pies!

Speaking of missing . . . we also really miss Grammie B. A lot. We did get to see her several times and even managed an outing to see the gingerbread village at the Captain Cook Hotel.

And my life just isn’t the same without these two wonderful people living around the corner . . . H and her youngest boy, O.

We also managed a visit to Auntie K and Uncle C’s house . . . which had the most impressive Christmas tree I’ve seen in ages . . .

Auntie K introduced the kids to Shrinky Dinks . . .

And let the kids just hang out . . .

And be kids . . .

Speaking of hanging out . . . we got to visit Nibblet . . . who had to stay behind because hamsters have to fly in the belly of the plane when they travel by air and after much consideration and even some initial preparation we decided not to give the poor little creature a heart attack and left her in the care of our housesitter. She is, however, the world’s most laid-back hamster. How many hamsters do you know who will lay on their back and just hang out to get a tummy rub?

Of course we celebrated Christmas, too . . . we opened stockings . . . (Yes, we took the dogs with us . . . much less expensive that boarding them BION)

And cooked Christmas dinner . . .

This will be known as the year we all learned to tie knots and developed a special relationship with paracord . . .

And we still had time for the usual sibling business . . .

This of course wasn’t all we did . . . we had a most lovely Christmas Eve Morning Breakfast Block Party with the neighbors and had neighbors over to play and eat food and visit throughout the week and a half we were there. It was so nice to see so many of the Alaskans who bless our lives.


Gettin’ back in the groove,

Technical Difficulties

WordPress interface and new Mac not playing well in sandbox = no blog post in forever . . . forever will continue until visit to the Apple Store in two weeks unless hijack hubby’s PC . . .

Will do best to hijack at least once or twice in next two weeks!


Hello, Stranger

It’s been awhile.

There is a reason for that.

Actually there are, if my estimation is correct, 128 reasons . . . each of those reasons being approximately 43 minutes long.

Shortly after my last post I sat through an entire episode of the Fox™ series Bones.

The addiction was instant.

I had to watch all six seasons.

Streaming the first five seasons maxed our allocated bandwidth for the month of May.

Of course, engrossing myself in the Booth-Brennan dynamic might also have had something to do with the fact that the sheer volume of work required to get organized for this move had me swimming in overwhelm. So I pretended we weren’t moving and went on my very first (and last) TV vacation instead.

The complete lack of self-discipline I exhibited is standard for me when I become absorbed in a story. It is precisely the reason I rarely read non-fiction books . . . our world comes to a screeching halt until I’m ready to return the book to the library.

But I’m back.

Life is returning to normal – as normal as it can be considering we are in the middle of a temporary move out-of-state. Clothes and dishes are now being washed daily and not necessarily by my husband. Line items are rapidly getting checked off the pre-move to do list and the children are no longer allowed to slip and slide through their chores. There is a giant pile of stuff under our carport ready for a garage sale and a giant pile of stuff in our dining room waiting for the movers.

Back to normal.

It was a lovely hiatus.


P.S.  Note from G – the boy who refers to this ! as an “excitin’ pointamation” . . . these ” ” are called “talkin’ marks.” Just in case you were wondering.


I generally don’t mind sharing. In fact, I like sharing . . . makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I don’t, however, appreciate the type of sharing that results in the complete decimation of my garden.

Hey, you! Get your head out of my garden bed!

Yes, I’m talking to you missy!

You’ve been after those strawberry plants for weeks. There can’t be any left.

Your manners, by the way, are terrible. Didn’t your mamma teach you to say thank you?

Oh, you’re trading are you?  . . . taking strawberries, leaving piles of fertilizer . . . those rabbit droppings on steroids.

Gee, thanks.

That fence is so getting put up this summer.


See this?

Do you know what this is?

It is pavement . . . and puddles . . . and it is the street in front of my house.


I haven’t seen pavement in front of my house since October.

Moments of break-up have begun mixing with what is left of winter (and winter is most certainly not yet over).

Whoooo – hoooo!

P.S. “Break-up” is a season in Alaska. It comes after winter.

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