.:Tradition Time:.

It’s that time again! Where we put back on our hiking boots and truck through those hilly muddy terranes.  Throwing discs.  And hearing that familiar clinking sound when our dics fly (hopefully gracefully) into the baskets.     We just love playing discgolf.  Even if we only manage to get through 7 holes, because McKinley has…

Morning Conversations 

Sometimes, Monday mornings are rough. You know, rolling out of bed groggy while attempting to re-establish weekday routines. Playing out the idea of hooky on a Monday inside your head.  Wishing to sink back into your pillow. Little things can feel rushed Monday morning. Like, conversations with your three-year-old. (Almost four-year-old).    Over peanut-buttered-jelly toast…

Sibling Spegetti 

McKinley’s sister Cora eats spegetti For the first time:   😁😁😁 “Yikes! Sorry mom.”   “I’m cute though!”    “Oh my gosh—look at this mess mom! What are we gonna do!?”   “OOh well! What are Ya gonna do about it? We live and learn, right Ma?! ”  “Hahah! Yessssssss! I totally got mom!”     “Woohoo!…

Little Philosophers. 

Three year olds ask the best questions. Those tough-sometimes-you-just-can’t-fully-answer type of questions, don’t they?  My father called this phase, “The Little Philosophers phase,” because they are curious thoughtful thinkers. And always asking, “why?!”      This morning, after we all finally got buckled into our cozy CRV, McKinley started out, “Why do we need to…

One thing at a time.  

It’s days like yesterday when I miss dad the most.  The long grey-color-pallet days of winter and the feeling of 1,000 things gone wrong. Just wrong. All my mistakes and shortcomings and the mistakes and shortcomings of others. I just need to talk to him. “Dad, I’m having a hard time,” but that’s not actually…