Of Weather Balloons and Mustard Seeds

Photo: It’s done! It’s done! It’s done, it’s done, it’s done! My first foray into hand-piecing! Hooray! Now, you’re probably confused: “It’s not symmetrical! It’s also sorta small!” You’re right! Because it’s not gonna be a square! It’s gonna be something else. Stay tuned! I’ve gotta buy some tracing paper before I can do the next part……

Despite Our Failings

Photo: Our first little harvest of the raspberries growing in our yard. They are sweet and wonderful. My husband is overjoyed. They are not seedless, so that’s kind of funny because you usually get them seedless at the grocery store. Doesn’t really matter because they are so lovely!   So, I am about 20,000 words…

Challenges Seem to Come in Threes

Photo: Funny story, we didn’t make it to church yesterday. The Husband swore up and down that church started at 11. When we got there at 10:45, the sign on the church very clearly stated the Holy Eucharist started at 10. Soooo we went to the farm instead. I looked a little out of place…

Complex feelings after Mother’s Day…

I feel like I need a vacation after this Mother’s Day weekend. My husband put up a valiant effort to make it special: Starting with flowers on Friday (totally not expected!) and a new Moleskine on Sunday (totally asked for). He took care of the babies, all day every day, and I even got out…

Referee Mama is Refereeing… (…all day long…)

Photo Credit: Refs.net Nope. Didn’t win the lottery.   I’m going to call this the week of awareness. Suddenly, the boys have begun to negotiate the sharing of space and stuff. Ursa Major is under the impression that every toy in the apartment belongs to him. I’ve had to explain to him that all toys belong to Mama. “You…

A Swift Kick in the Pants

  As you know, I’ve had a severe case of the Blahs. It most certainly is the weather, but it also just that feeling of running in place: I feel like we’ve been in a never-ending cycle of monotony: Go here, go there, run here, appointment there, Zumba at this time, playgroup at that, can’t afford…