While living in Las Vegas, I tried to grow an orange tree. Guess how it turned out? I don’t know either. I gave it to a friend’s wife to take care of when we moved to Minneapolis. But the first year I had it, it survived and actually grew fruit. I learned you weren’t supposed read more
Oh baby Jules, my little two-year-old, you are so grown up. You’ll never be the squishy little 6-month-old baby again. I had to sneak into your room to cuddle you the other night just like when you were 6 months old. It was easy to get you because we switched your bed to a big read more
I was recognized this week for working here three years. That’s the longest I’ve worked somewhere that wasn’t school. My usual thing to feel after TWO years at any place is anger, frustration, stress, boredom, blah, blah, you get the idea. But here, I haven’t felt that. Sure there have been frustrating days. Anger at read more
*ooh, Looks like I can now “mobile post” – but I’m not gonna.* May in Minnesota is weird. You have beautiful, sunny days with a high of 75. Perfect, Minnesota! Then you have beautiful, sunny days with a high of 55. She can’t help her moodiness. I’m doing a garden this year. I was with read more
Oh man, good thing I only said I’d do this until you’re two because capturing you on camera is not easy. You’re too busy to sit still for me (duh, MOM!) and you would rather scroll through the photos on the camera than sit still for one. At 23 months, you have a few more read more
Besides feeling a bit sick on Mother’s Day, the weekend was pretty good. I actually busted out my very first issue of Burda magazine (in FRENCH!) and made a cute new summer top. I took a photo, but a photo of me wearing it would be better. Despite the French instructions, it turned out really read more
I’m not a picky eater. That’s my sister. Although, Justin would disagree and throw me in the same crowd as picky eaters like my sister. There are some flavors I just can’t stand. Some textures that are horrid. And probably the most frustrating thing for Justin, some foods I won’t eat because the name grosses read more