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.
months old! Huh. How does that happen?
Before we get to pics from yesterday and an update on the sophisticated language of slobber that my son is developing, you’ve gotta see these. Oh, the sufferings of a first-born child! (I actually feel very little pity for him, as he’s been burped faithfully since birth, has never [...]
“Every baby is the sweetest and the best,”
says Marilla.
And so I tell my little man, a hundred times a day.
He is the sweetest and the best.
Jameson sat on my lap tonight, happy and “chatty.” He learned a new spit/lip-buzzing technique that he’s quite pleased with, and he showed me every variety he knows. For at least 10 minutes, we just sat and laughed and buzzed and wiped drool (his, not mine!) and loved each other.
We say all the time to [...]
Jameson is officially a little man now, thanks to a coat from friends and a hat from Auntie Sarah. (Mittens are from daddy, and Jameson absolutely loves just staring at them.)
He’s a cheery morning person and always greets me with a smile as soon as his eyes open. I love it! We play for a [...]
…to write a post for days, but have yet to succeed in finishing it.
This isn’t it.
This is just to say that my baby’s asleep, and I should be, too. But instead, I’m awake and looking at this, and this, and this.
And I would be desperately sad that already my brand new baby has vanished, except [...]
Here’s a good exercise I came across today. I’m opting to answer one question a day for the next month, as there are too many for me to truly ponder in one sitting. Hopefully they will provoke me to an intentional pursuit of God in this new year. It’s far too easy to just roll [...]
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.
