Jameson is napping. William is sleeping in my arms. Ryan is at work. And I am sitting in quiet for the first time since December 1st.
Back to life as usual.
January is gray here. The lamps have been turned on since we woke up this morning, and will stay on until we go back to bed. [...]
It’s a beautiful world I woke to this morning. Branches are weighed down with ice and snow. The sky is varying shades of blue and gray, with tinges of peach along the horizon. A trio of evergreen trees, the focal point of the back yard, are elegant sentinels in this ice kingdom. Breathtaking, we all [...]
My mom walked in the door last night (this morning!) at 1am. A whirlwind day of laundry, packing, blitzing the house, and catching up over coffee, and then we’re off. Tomorrow night we’ll land in Rochester, where I will excitedly exclaim over the East Coast’s beauty. Then a ride home through the dark night, and [...]
Thanksgiving 2008:
William’s first. With no pictures of him, whatsoever. This is particularly sad because he was dressed in a new autumn ensemble from a lovely friend. He feels like a marshmallow when he wears it — extra nice squeezability.
Jameson was all dressed sooo handsomely in an outfit I’d washed and ironed just for the [...]
:: It’s cold today. The gray skies of early morning never gave way to sunshine — a rarity here, even in November. It’s a tea and soup and afghans and candles sort of day. (Or, if you’re two, it’s a run around the playground for a couple of hours, heedless of your frozen and red [...]
Thanks, Mama, for three weeks of diaper-washing love, breakfast-in-bed care, and all-day-together memories.
I’ll miss you!
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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