This is a lazy day.
It’s kind of nice that every once in awhile, something bigger than our schedules and urgencies decides to ground us all at home for the day, and there’s not much choice but to get cozy and settle in.
My mornings haven’t been terribly ambitious as of late, but today, I’m not going […]
I know, I know. It’s been awhile.
I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth or forsaken all things internet-related. I’ve just been, well, out of it. Sick, tired, and just not myself.
But I’ll persevere, and in a month or so, I might just rediscover that I’m a morning person, that breakfast hasn’t always induced […]
So, whose blog is this, anyway? It's mine, and here are few tidbits about me: 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. (Oh, and I'm 34 weeks pregnant---only 41 days until my due date on October 20, 2008!)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.
What? You didn't hear these numbers on the evening news? Huh. Fancy that.
A read recommended by Brietta. Informative, helpful, and delves a bit into how our immune systems work, which is a question I'm always coming back to. Forget autism for a moment; how did God design our bodies to work, and do current vaccinations actually take that design into consideration?
God intends for us to be fully invested -- and in Him, fulfilled -- in every season of our lives. This is a great post touching on that idea. (And if you like this post, then read The Hidden Art of Homemaking. For sure.)
Well, now, there's a surprise. [ht: Carole]
"Babies had become the...enemy of sex."
