Since 2000 I have moved from Alaska, to Oregon, to Ohio, to Texas, to Oregon, and to Wyoming. That’s not counting moves within Oregon and Texas. I have perfected the cross-country moving experience, am an expert at packing so that belongings generally arrive intact, and I hate it.
When Scott and I made the decision to [...]
Today I’m going to talk about me. Okay, that is a bit misleading because this blog is all about me because sure, I talk about the boys, cats, dogs, and Scott, but everything is seen through my eyes and my perspective. But today I’m going to focus on my wants and dreams.
I don’t know if [...]
When we have spaghetti I usually strip Roegen down to his diaper. I find it much easier to wash him than to get red sauce out of his clothes. The other night he dropped some noodles onto his lap. Once the food was rescued he looked at me and said “my naked is dirty!”
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I had planned that I would write a little bit about the move each day, but time has not allowed. We’ve had a birthday party to throw (happy 5th birthday, Jude), unpacking to do, and my mother-in-law and brother-in-law are visiting. Time is at a premium.
Monday, August 4th, I buckled the boys into the car [...]
I’m still in Oregon.
We received word shortly after my post yesterday that one of Scott’s former students was killed in a car accident. Driver fatigue may have been a factor.
So we’re going to caravan together rather than pushing ourselves separately. While it’s frustrating to put things off yet another day, in my heart I know [...]
Sometimes I wonder if I make things more difficult for myself than they should be. I tend to internalize things – wondering if only I worked harder on this or had a little better foresight about that or been a little less impulsive about the other thing then maybe something different would have happened [...]
The plague is back. This time it’s of the respiratory variety, but it’s the plague nonetheless. All three of the boys and I are feeling like our lungs are being pulled out through our belly buttons. Scott has escaped so far - I’m hoping he manages to avoid it this time around.
I’m [...]
This is not going to be a well-written blog entry, but I have to get this out.
I don’t post a lot about Breydon’s autism. That hasn’t been deliberate, but to me that diagnosis doesn’t usually mean a lot. Sure, he has some quirks, like being able to name every single president, when that [...]
Jude hates naps. Sleep is the enemy, and will always be the enemy (until he becomes a teenager in which case being awake becomes the enemy). Unfortunately for his mental and emotional well-being, when he is tired and cranky I make him rest his head upon a pillow – at which point his [...]
My attitude toward snoring depends on the person who is doing the snoring (or why). If Scott is the guilty party, I usually elbow him in the ribs until he rolls over unless, of course, he’s been working many hard hours and I feel sorry for him, in which case I’ll go sleep on [...]
