…And, by the way, there is Jared.
Jared is new to California — newer than us, actually. He was hired and moved out here about a week after Jameson and I arrived. He’s eaten dinner at our house since it’s been our house, and has kindly endured lack of furniture and lack of food because, hey, [...]
:: I’ve been tinkering outside for the last half hour, deciding that I really don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to gardens. I find I’m perfectly content to sit on the ground and pry bits of stray grass from between the bricks of the patio. I like tasks like that because they’re mindless, [...]
[our sweet boy.]
We had a busy weekend.
Friday night we went out for burgers. Of course, you can’t just get a burger around here. You have get a BURGER. Like, would you like beef, chicken, tofu, or ahi tuna? Okay, would you like 1/3lb, 2/3 lb, or 1 lb? Great. And what are your 5 [...]
It’s started.
The compulsion — indeed, the need — to scour every sale rack, stop at every glimpse of pink, and buy, buy, buy for the coming Princess. I mean, how can you not? After all, every princess needs new pink things to wear.
Also started:
Jameson’s sense of independence. I really don’t think it occurred to him [...]
You know those perfect summer days when you are deeply conflicted because there are so many things you should do, but it’s so nice out, it just seems wrong to do anything other than be outside?
I now have that conflict every day.
*sigh*
Life is hard.
(Now, for those of you who really know me, you know [...]
What’s annoying: The neighbor’s yard crew showing up as you’re putting the baby to sleep — and deciding to begin by weed-whacking right under the window where his basket is.
What’s funny: Walking around the house thinking, “Man, these pants feel loose. I must be losing weight!”, only to look down and realize that your snap [...]
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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