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kate and geoff: The Barn Girls Take DC
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Thursday, August 5, 2010. The Barn Girls Take DC. We spent a lot of time here:. Doing a lot of this:. And as I looked back through my pictures, we also spent a lot of time listening. Which I love. I love that I have so many photos of us listening to each other. There were wonderful breakfasts, amazing margaritas, a zillion. Kinds of desserts, and a fantastic dinner out at a local restaurant featuring a tomato and feta salad that I will dream of for possibly the rest of my life. For serious. MISS you so m...
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in bloom: September 2010
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Wednesday, September 29, 2010. 9:00 bedtime. new farmer at Clearwater farms! Family of 5: Mom, Dad, Nikita, Sassafrass, and MARMALADE. his and hers side businesses. Edible Earth Resources and Curly Giraffe Creations. healing. learning to eat without meat. mario kart showdown marathons almost every night! Sunday morning omelets. family dog walks. season gardening and harvesting! Entertaining and throwing parties. mourning. leaning on each other. learning how to move on. learning to love. Learning to share...
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in bloom: an apple a day...
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Sunday, May 29, 2011. An apple a day. It's bizarre that the produce manager is more important to my children's health than the pediatrician. Meryl Streep. Can you believe we have actual apples growing in our yard! Can we say, FRIED GREEN TOMATOES? The best prescription for your garden is your shadow". Our water collection system. We mean business here folks. May 30, 2011 at 2:07 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The sunshine chronicles.debra. Bowl full of cherries.Cheryl. Grace upon grace.jamie.
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in bloom: Farmer Scott on What's Ripe?
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Sunday, July 24, 2011. Farmer Scott on What's Ripe? Farmer Scott on What's Ripe? June 14, 2011. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The sunshine chronicles.debra. Bowl full of cherries.Cheryl. Grace upon grace.jamie. What You Think Matters.Ellen. A Day in the Life.Christy. GoingOutside.org : .Chad. YoU aND mE AliKe.Jen. Farmer Scott on Drought Proof Plants. Farmer Scott talks Summer Produce. Farmer Scott on Whats Ripe? Travel theme. Powered by Blogger.
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Write Softly: Why I wake up laughing most days
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The kids are sleeping. (Um, at least they SHOULD be.). Friday, July 30, 2010. Why I wake up laughing most days. Because this kind of conversation, first thing in the morning, is pretty hard to NOT find hilarious. And when I say first thing, I MEAN first thing. The boy sat upright in the master bed, surveyed the room, and launched into this line of questioning in a still-sleepy, gravelly voice. Mom Mom. MOM. What you doing? I'm changing the baby's diaper.". Because she pooped.". Oh [pause] Yellow poop?
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Write Softly: Baby blue
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The kids are sleeping. (Um, at least they SHOULD be.). Friday, August 06, 2010. That bow on the top of her head makes her look like a Christmas present. Best Present. Ever. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I put Carmex on my lips before I go to bed. I prefer Honeycrisp apples to any other kind. I totally married "up." My whistling is unreliable. In another life, I was a communication consultant. Oh, and I have a baby and a toddler. That IS why you're here, right? View my complete profile.
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Write Softly: I thought it would have been louder.
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The kids are sleeping. (Um, at least they SHOULD be.). Wednesday, June 23, 2010. I thought it would have been louder. Now I know how it sounds when your heart brims so full of quiet, perfect love and joy that it breaks. It's a tiny, liquid popping sound. I hear it every time I look at these pictures of the first time my boy met my girl. I will never, ever forget how, the first time he ever saw and held her, when he would have had every right to be standoff-ish, threatened, squirrely or even outright mad .
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Write Softly: February 2010
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The kids are sleeping. (Um, at least they SHOULD be.). Tuesday, February 23, 2010. An open letter to my pregnant body. Hm Let's just jump into it, shall we? Upper arms: You know, this pregnancy thing doesn't really concern you. So stop trying to grab all the attention. There's no need to get all puffed up. No one wants to look at you. Least of all me. So send the wiggly-jiggles to the baby, where extra fat is cute, and BACK THE HECK DOWN, ALREADY. So you can take it easy too. Thursday, February 11, 2010.
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Write Softly: On the mend
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The kids are sleeping. (Um, at least they SHOULD be.). Thursday, November 12, 2009. And then yesterday, I woke up next to a sick kid. Despite the relatively alarming strength of the experience, the basic act was nothing new to boy or myself - it's how we start all our mornings these days, with boy hollering, "Mom cough? Like, "What the hell, lady? Are you gonna die or what? Cause you don't sound too reassuring, if you know what I mean." All I could do was try to tell him, "Mommy's ok! He threw up once mo...
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Write Softly: I remember. I always will.
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The kids are sleeping. (Um, at least they SHOULD be.). Tuesday, August 03, 2010. I remember. I always will. It's been a year. A year since I realized I wouldn't get to meet you. A year in which I've moved into a new home, welcomed your baby sister, and gotten to know your big brother even better. A year during which I've missed you constantly. You were here. And then you went away. But you were, all the same. You were my second. I never, ever forget that. I know right now you have everything you need, th...