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.
I went to bed last night determined that this would be the week I would begin waking up with an alarm clock before the little mister, that I would daily exercise and get those abs back into shape (or at least, into a new shape; not sure they’ll ever go “back”…), and that I would [...]
I’m so glad for the celebration we’ll have tomorrow. There are so many things on any given day that I really, truly am grateful for — but I just forget. On some days, I might even make you think (shame on me) that my life is only worthy of complaint. That is a sad, pathetic [...]
You know you’ve fallen into the “my kid is the cutest and smartest ever” trap when you say with sincere amazement, “Honey, look! He’s already learned how to try to eat his own sweater!”
A thought: If my kid really is so genius, wouldn’t he be trying to eat something other than a sweater? Just [...]
Tonight I lay him down, the peace of sleep angelic on his little face, and I think once again,
“I don’t wanna close my eyes, I don’t wanna fall asleep ’cause I’ll miss you baby, and I don’t want to miss a thing…”
Two months old — two months and one hour.
Tomorrow when we wake, it will [...]
Today I read this — “instant, thorough, and cheerful,” a la 1888!
Such talk challenges me, that’s for sure, because I know that before beginning child discipline, there first must come parent discipline. An instructor instructs in what they already know, and so the image of what I would like my children to be — diligent, [...]
Mondays have a tendancy to put me in a frenzy. I wake up and suddenly realize that the weekend left me with a huge pile of laundry, dishes on the counter, a shortage of food, a house that needs to be cleaned again, and I’m more exhausted than I am rested. So, with that in [...]
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.
