quinn and i have a scrabble game going on, laid out on the table in his bedroom. he got interested in it because he “helped” me play a few words in the game words with friends (ie scrabble on a smart phone) and one time he looked over my shoulder and told me, “mama, you . . . → Read More: up
i remember saying a few years ago, back when i had a 40 hour lab job and was trying to figure out how to extract myself from an oppressive “daycare” situation, that “i want to wake up on monday morning and be mama.” i don’t even remember who i said it to- maybe my journal, . . . → Read More: wake up monday morning and be mama
on my birthday, rich told me my present is going to be a digital camera. (!!! i know. he is awesome.) when i think of the time elapsed since i was first given my current camera (age 22, graduating from college, a gift from my mom and dad) i remember believing that 23 was going . . . → Read More: word for 2013 ~ choice
it’s been a very full week. not getting any less full today, though i have gotten through the clogged toilet, flat tire, and full day of developmental/neurological evaluation and i am still standing. ok i’m sitting. and i am still shaking a bit, but i will be alright and write more about all of . . . → Read More: gems from the week
it took me a whole week to notice that my favorite sideburns have been tampered with for the good of community theatre. at first i was shocked, i mean i have not exactly made it a secret that i like looking at my fellow, and that i think he has a handsome face, where his . . . → Read More: the sideburns have been tampered with
~a friday ritual~
a photo capturing a moment from the week.
a simple, special moment.
a moment i want to pause, savor and remember.
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rich and i take turns leaving each other “reading assignments” from the newspaper. we both follow along with a recent series in the oregonian of “northwest love stories”. the most recent story i happened to catch first, and leave for him, but more often than not i am the one receiving these reading assignments, as . . . → Read More: learning how to love
“it doesn’t feel like i’m six,” quinn informed me, when he returned from his birthday weekend at his dad’s. but he has made “at least 3 or maybe 4” wishes now, having had birthdays every night since saturday. i wish i had captured his wonderful look of hopefulness on camera, his eyes closed, candlelight dancing . . . → Read More: six
the birthday prince.
yoda and the ewoks keeping watch over the pumpkin pie.
traditional birthday balloons, he is now old enough for a full rainbow of six colors!
he got busy right away with his lego presents.
without . . . → Read More: pumpkin pie and party hats
i just added a new folder to my photo folder on my computer: age 6. yes, i organize my photos based on my son’s age (in monthly folders within the current age folder, even after it stopped making sense to relate his age to people as “72 months”). to me it makes perfect sense since . . . → Read More: self esteem