I guess I’m a lot of things: a wife, a mom, a daughter, a sister, a crafter, a cook, a reader, a writer, a homemaker, a pianist, and probably a lot more too. But at the end of the day, I’m just a Christian trying to find and obey God’s will.
Studies have shown that the development of a baby’s mind is aided by listening to Mozart or Bach in utero.
I figure, if that’s true, then Schumann, Mendelssohn, and Chopin will aid in emotional development, right? Of course right!
And so we do a little of both: Itzhak Perlman covers the Bach violin concertos, and I dust [...]
It’s now 1:00.
The absolute end of the morning.
Unfortunately for me, “morning sickness” is a misnomer, and 1:00 is not the magical hour of health.
Hey, I’m getting a lot of reading done!
Now wait just a minute…
When it’s time for boys to fall asleep, they say goodnight, perhaps give a kiss, and then rollover–’cause that’s what you’re supposed to do; that’s why they call it sleep. But girls? No. Girls want to wait ’till you’re just about dozed off, then without warning, declare that you have nice [...]
Girl apartments, at 10:00, are lit by selective lamplight or just candles, serenaded by favorite Baroque cello, and warmed by afghans, tea, and favorite books.
Boy apartments, at 10:00, have just started to come alive with every light on, POD blasting (or whatever adrenaline-crazed music of choice), and warmed by cranked heat so that only a [...]
The union of two individuals, creating a unique family unit.
I think about that on days like today when I’m blasting Aaron Copland orchestral works, and suddenly remember that Ryan doesn’t really listen to stuff like this.
But then, if being married means that I have to think Ajax is cool (programmers out there will know what [...]
“Brothers and father,” he wrote, and my heart fell, heavy.
Somehow that sounded so forlorn, so unsure, so… not right. A family isn’t just girls. A family has a mom.
a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief…
Yes, we all quickly learn to identify with that.
Thanks be to God that we can also come to identify with [...]
Yup, my name is Danica. Like the race car driver, whose name I know, but whose career I know nothing about. A Nascar fan I am not. Things like reading, playing piano, gardening, cooking, sewing, writing, and keeping my bathroom bleached are more up my alley. Read more »My maiden name is Sinclair (not Patrick), and I come from good stock. (So says my husband, anyway!) I’m the oldest of 9 kids–and my parents are neither insane, uninformed, or Catholic. They’re actually the best parents you could ask for. Seriously. (And, consequently, I think pretty highly of my siblings, too, whose blogs you can access from the links below.) I’ve joined a new clan, though, and my husband and I have been “leaving-and-cleaving” for 2 years and counting. We have a son who you’ll read much (too much?) about. Oh. And there are pictures of him, too–hundreds of them–should you care to click on over to my flickr account. I’m a stay at home mom who is redefining that title–I literally stay at home as much as I possibly can. I love to be home! Home, by the way, is in Northern California, although my roots are in a lil’ ol’ town in Northern New York. Lastly, I take all blame for any ridiculous, outlandish, illogical posts. Anything worth commenting on or linking to is due to my husband’s encouragement. In the spirit of the Little engine That Could, “He thinks I can, He thinks I can, He thinks I can,…”, and sometimes, that’s all a wife needs.
