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.
One year ago, our purchase offer was accepted. The boys and I were recovering from a violent tummy bug, and our little California house was topsy-turvy with the remains of a cross-country visit.
What a difference a year makes.
Lately, though, I’ve mostly been thinking about what a difference a day makes, as I ride the [...]
My baby William is a little boy. Granted, he’s a little boy who still has chubby little arms, who barely talks, and who still loves to nurse, but he’s not the baby he used to be.
Our little boy William quietly mimics everything Jameson — or Merrick, or Aubrey — does. He wears a holster carrying [...]
This morning, I’m thinking about:
“spend me.”
And how I say that to the Lord all the time — all the time — and yet, I’m disappointed when I’m spent and there’s none left for me. Silly, right? I want the satisfaction of giving and living for the Lord, but I also want the rest and [...]
It’s been way too many years (okay, only 3, but still…) since I experienced fall on the East Coast. And oh, how I love it. And I’ve never known autumn to arrive so on cue. I swear, the trees were all a dull green on September 20, and then September 21 — BAM! Orange! Red! [...]
Jameson’s birthday is in a few short days. The “year of 3 and 1″ is almost over, and I’ll miss it. Tons.
Except that I do love the bigger boy my first baby is becoming.
My recent favorite Jameson quote:
A few days ago, the boys each got a red helium balloon at the hardware store. When [...]
Our week without Ryan was:
a check-up for Jameson (”What a strong, intelligent young boy you have, mom,” said the doctor. Well. That’s rather obvious, isn’t it?)
annuals, perennials, and mulch from the nursery.
weeding, spraying, planting, mulching.
bike-riding, baseball, bike-riding, basketball, bike-riding, little people, and bike-riding.
books and snuggles and a slow morning or two.
playdates with friends. (pb&j is [...]
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.
