Monthly Archives: February 2010

I’m giddy. Giddy with excitement. I remember being twelve and not being able to sleep because I knew my parents would be waking me up before the sun rose to head to the airport for a vacation. I’m that kind … Continue reading →

On Saturday Hannah built an enormous snowman.  Bigger than any that she had ever built.  Then she came inside and had hot chocolate with HUNDREDS of marshmallows.  After she finished her delicious hot chocolate (that she made all by herself … Continue reading →

Every day feels the same.  I am awakened without fail, far too early, by Hannah each and every morning.  She comes in and announces the time.  Today it was Six Four One.  She climbs into my bed between Tim and … Continue reading →

I was all set to sit and write a post about storytelling.  I had been writing the words in my head all day and looked forward to a thought provoking post on paper.   But it will now wait for … Continue reading →

I am so honored to have my friend Kristen from Motherese visiting my little “home” today as part of Never True Tales Won’t You Be My Neighbor.  It’s good timing for her visit because I’ve been a bit under the … Continue reading →

I crave happy giggles, singing songs , skipping through the house and sidewalks, holding little hands, pointing at balloons and airplanes overhead. I miss healthy glows, morning cuddles, full tummies from hot oatmeal and toasted bagels, full nights of sleep … Continue reading →

For weeks Hannah has been asking begging for a sleepover at Nanny and Grampy’s house.  She’s been talking about toenail painting, and pancake making.  She was excited for the special attention, the focus 100% on her, the cozy double bed. … Continue reading →

Due to all the sickness filling my house the past few weeks, I had to postpone my last neighbor’s visit (as I continue to participate in Never True Tales Won’t you Be My Neighbor) from Friday.  It made me sad … Continue reading →

Do you remember what it was like being sick when you were little?  I do. I remember being forced to Stay In Bed.  All day.  My mom would set a small silver bell on my bedside table and tell me … Continue reading →

Yesterday afternoon I gazed out the window, still in my pajamas, hot cup of tea in hand, tissues by my side and smiled.  I felt like complete and utter crap having caught a bit of pneumonia mixed with a little … Continue reading →