Archive for the ‘ww’ Tag
March 27 2013
We finally got a bit of winter around here. It really does look like Christmas. The only problem is that it came days into spring. I think Mother Nature is confused.
17 inches of snow. A record. My kids had their first snow day in 2 years on Monday. The good news is that it’s supposed to be almost 60 degrees by this weekend, so at least it won’t stick around long.
Still, what the heck, Spring?
January 16 2013
This isn’t really the best picture of either of us, with her beautifully goofy smile and the crazy hair she inherited from me, but I still love it. Because she actually stood still long enough to let me take one of us together. Now if I could just get my boys to do that.
May 23 2012
I had so much fun on the field trip with Jedi and his 2nd grade class 2 weeks ago that I thought I’d do it again with Buzz and kindergarten. We went to a farm this time. An actual in the middle of nowhere, down some small winding roads, out in the country farm. With stinky cows and 5 year old kids making ew sounds and a turkey looking for a fight. There were a few frustrating moments this time around, but we made it out alive.
This is the pig from Charlotte’s Web, Buzz insisted. We went on a tractor-pulled hayride, he found his way through a hay maze, fed goats, petted horses and baby chickens, but this pig was the highlight of his trip. It’s all I heard about on the bus ride home.
Buzz is a completely different child than Jedi. There was a lot more chasing him around and trying to keep him contained, let alone cooperative. But he’s a great kid, with a face that just lights up with excitement. I’m really glad I went and had that time with him.
April 25 2012
I am participating in Momalom’s Five for Five. Today’s topic is on Pictures.
My mother has an album, big and heavy. Spanning years of decades. Polaroids and crinkled corners of film printed pictures from a long time ago of her and my dad before children, then of all of us after. As a little girl, I used to love to study the look of each photograph looking back at me.
My pictures are not as organized. They sit insecurely in envelopes and boxes. Sometimes in a frame lining the wall. Mostly digital, a chaos of folders. Levels of pixelation marking the years like a growth chart as technology advanced. But while the medium is different, the sentiment remains the same.