I’ve been a bit spoiled this past week. Our house will be available in two days, and in the meantime, we’ve been staying in hotels. This means I don’t even have to make the bed if I don’t want to. (I do.) It also has meant a nice clean pool to play in each morning, [...]
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We made it!
Friday evening found us landing in the San Francisco airport, a bit harried, a lot tired, and mostly happy to see Daddy.
My thoughts on the flights:
1. I can’t complain. I didn’t get sick, and Jameson didn’t fuss for even a second the ENTIRE DAY. What a kid.
2. Nonetheless, I found myself wanting to [...]
Jameson is asleep beside me, on “his” side of the bed. I’ve loved having a little bed-buddy while Ryan’s been gone, and he seems to like it, too; he’s been sleeping more and more (in other words, waking up fewer and fewer times!). There’s something special about watching him sleep next to me. His little [...]
:: 2 days + 1 morning = how much is left of my life in Madrid.
:: I was so, so very blessed by the send-off at church on Sunday. So blessed. So overwhelmed. So very… surprised?… by the expressions of love and appreciation, although I don’t know why. I’ve only ever been encouraged and valued [...]
Today Jameson is 9 months old. (Well, yesterday, technically, since this post is going up a few minutes after midnight.)
To commemorate, we had a little photo shoot in the backyard — and then another one with Liz in the park! TONS of pictures!! And all of my favorite little subject.
I don’t have anything new to [...]
This was going to be a real post. But then it got late, and I don’t write well half asleep.
So, instead, go to my pictures. There are some random updates on life around here.
What’s that? You need a little encouragement to click on over? How ’bout this:
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.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.
The first of a week-long series on mothering without fear. Encouraging!
GOOD read.
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