Life With Boys

A few paintings by my Mom. Continue reading

‘Cause without the walls the ball would always be “out” Continue reading

I’ve been working on a book for nearly 5 years now. It’s a compilation of my Grandma’s WW2 journal, scrapbooks, letters and plethora of other items. It’s taking forever (yes, I know I have two small children and a house and a job and a husband and a life — but it’s still taking forever.)… Continue reading

I’m superstitious. I try really hard not to pick up dropped spoons ’cause it is bad luck. I believe everything happens in threes and knock on wood pretty often. So when I spotted butterflies buzzing around at both of Matt’s grandmother’s funerals a few years back and then again at my Grandma’s graveside I believe… Continue reading

The amount of time I allowed myself to consider driving to Utah for the holidays. Continue reading

Tyler can add — and by add I mean he added 2+2 — without any goading or prodding. I told him to eat 2 bites and then I told him he needed to eat 2 more — “But that’s 4 bites Mom.” I even have witnesses. Continue reading

Thus starts the philosophical discussion with my Dad last night. What about? It’s silly really. I’ve been to Utah two times now to help get through the “stuff” my Mom left behind — and I’m headed there again in October so I don’t have to deal with it at Christmas. So I take the time… Continue reading

We took the boys on the Grafton Ferry to meet Grandma and Grandpa at the Finn Inn for lunch. (Finn Inn is known for their 10,000 gallons of fish tanks and GIANT fish!)Morgan’s exclamation while aboard the Ferry “Mom, look, there’s is water in the water.” Continue reading

I’ve once again proven that I can get lost in a box. I am obviously missing the “where is North and don’t you know you’ve been walking in a circle” gene. Once again I decided to walk the boys to the library and Walgreen’s. You’d think I’d learn, but no. About a quarter of the… Continue reading

So just how are you supposed to get blue bubble bath that looks like a large melted blue raspberry icee was hit by a small atomic bomb out of the carpet?Let me back up a little. Every night I go over “the rules” with Tyler before bed.“Is it time to get toys out?” No.“Is it… Continue reading