Impossible to Resist Long Post About My 5 Year Old

Friday my oldest son turned five. Which I find funny to say, because I sometimes forget he isn’t already 8 or 18. Oh, Walden. You are a force. “Don’t forget, my name is WALDEN!” you once called to some new friends from grandma’s pontoon, as she pulled away from the sandbar. No one will forget… Continue reading Impossible to Resist Long Post About My 5 Year Old

Yes, I DO Want Something for Mother’s Day

Has your Facebook feed filled up with links to articles about what moms actually want for Mother’s Day? Gift guides? Or that moms want nothing except for lots of little not-somethings? I haven’t asked specifically for anything this year. My husband already encouraged me to pick out a locally crafted necklace at Southern Makers last weekend.… Continue reading Yes, I DO Want Something for Mother’s Day

When the Baby Turns Two

Everything we did yesterday was accompanied by the thought, “This is the last time we’ll do this when he’s one!” The last nap, the last story, the last kiss good night. Done. Today we celebrated the second birthday of my youngest child. My baby. Except he’s not a baby; he walks and jumps and sings… Continue reading When the Baby Turns Two

A Year to Make My Heart Sing

Things have been quiet since we moved to Alabama from England. Perhaps because life has been rather quiet? We’ve settled into a solid routine that makes our days fairly predictable and calm, if a little busy and noisy. Once I convinced myself that I don’t require as much “me” time as I used to hope… Continue reading A Year to Make My Heart Sing

Up for Air

Gah! Has it really been 2 weeks since my last post?! It seems our new routine doesn’t facilitate blogging. Perhaps we’ll get there? For now, another one of those all-over-the-place-what’s-going-on posts. Walden has started Montessori preschool and loves it. I also love it, because it makes him happy and because it’s 3 hours of each day… Continue reading Up for Air

Every Conversation I’ve Ever Had at the Playground

I thought I could make a flow chart to illustrate every conversation I’ve ever had at the playground here. Then I remembered that my spare time is precious and decided to bag it. Here’s a summary. There’s a battery of questions regarding the children we’re with, covering age and mobility and preschool enrollment. Once American… Continue reading Every Conversation I’ve Ever Had at the Playground

When It Clicks: This is The Last Of

The light had that tilted-from-the-sun amber glow of an early autumn afternoon. The winding English road was being swallowed by green in spots where it was certainly no wider than 1.9 sedans (or 1 lorry and 3/4 of a Puegot hatchback). Then something clicked. This is our last English fall. Trailers stacked impossibly high with… Continue reading When It Clicks: This is The Last Of