Yo-Yo Ma and Emanuel Ax, performing various works for piano and cello by Schumann. Ah. I love Schumann: clean. Linear. Not overdone. And so much magic in the middle, as Busch always says. If I must listen a Romantic composer, and sometimes I really should, well, let me have Schumann, by all means. You can […]
:: Belly photos are coming. I promise. I can’t believe how fast this belly has grown — along with the other growth that is wont to happen. (You know. Chubby face. Etc.) I also can’t believe how quickly and intensely I’m already feeling this pregnancy. Perhaps the timing was the same with Jameson, but goodness, […]
Last week, I purchased 1 1/2 yards of pretty pink gingham for a project. When I pulled that pile of pink out of my dryer, I realized how terribly short on pretty little girl things my current life is. Slowly that pile of pink began to take shape, and today, at last, I ironed the […]
I managed to slip out of bed alone this morning, a trick I can seldom pull off. I don’t mind the company of a certain someone during these fresh, new hours, but I’ll confess that alone is still my favorite way to savor them.
The temperature has been rising, and the morning air, while a bit […]
I’m not sure how to explain to you that if you haven’t heard this, you’re really, really missing out.
But I’ll try.
If you haven’t heard this, you’re really, really missing out.
Go now.
(What you need to understand is that this is all Julia. Every lick, every lyric. Every arrangement — listen all the way through to every […]
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."
