The mural on the old police station said it all, “Welcome to Concrete, the center of the known universe.”
“Well, that’s pretty presumptuous,” I said to Chris. Continue reading “Creeped Out at Devil’s Tower”
The mural on the old police station said it all, “Welcome to Concrete, the center of the known universe.”
“Well, that’s pretty presumptuous,” I said to Chris. Continue reading “Creeped Out at Devil’s Tower”
Not all adventures need to be big ordeals. Too often, we hear people say, “Yeah, we should go hiking or take the kids outside somewhere, but none of us have good hiking boots.” Or, “If Lily misses her nap, she’ll be a bear later.” Or, “I can’t imagine a hike with little kids and no stroller.” Or, “I usually don’t go farther than I can haul a cooler.” Or, “I really need to get some buckets and shovels for the beach.”
Here’s the thing. Continue reading “Kickin’ It at Kiket! An Easy Hike and Free Apples”
It’s all fun n’ games until Kid #3 falls in the mud.
“Honey! Don’t laugh! She’s really upset,” Chris raised his eyebrows at me.
The laughter bubbled up inside me and I hid behind Kid #4’s ball and giggled wildly with my quiet voice. Undoubtedly with parenting, there is a fine line between hilarity and madness. I knew the work that lie ahead, my amused face a mere mask for the frenzied to-do list in my head.
Continue reading “Ordinary Extraordinary #2: Having a Ball!”
December 2017
Slippery fish slide
Down the hatch our children go,
Art experienced.