We love love love love love our New Year’s Eves with the Slavins! We started this tradition in 2010 — NYE in Connecticut with the Slavins. This was the best year yet. I’m going to let the photos do the talking!
HAPPY 2014! Read More
Just for the heck of it, and just for a change, (and because, I’ll admit it: I’m going through a phase of being tired of being the photographer all the time), I decided that 2013 would be an iPhone Photo Christmas. No “big camera,” no flash, no adjusting the lens, no carrying the camera gear around, just snapshots with Read More
The next few days were loaded with our Christmas traditions. There are two main categories here: activity/event traditions and food traditions. The whole week of Christmas is like a double-strand twist — the Read More
On Day 9 of our trip, we headed back toward home. I am continually amazed by how chill the bambinos are with road trips. They hop in the car for a day-long drive, as if it is nothing. We are so lucky that they are so good at road tripping. Read More
HAPPY WINTER! HAPPY HOLIDAYS! HAPPY EVERYTHING!
I’m going to take a couple of weeks break, away from the blog.
Thank you to everyone who continues to read this here old blog. I am continually humbled and flattered to think that people actually are interested enough in our little life to read along. Thank you sincerely.
See ya in 2014!
This morning I walked into the lounge of our building. On the white board was the drawing above. As soon as I saw it I broke out in a huge smile. Some student (probably a few students) erased that Read More
{photo courtesy Lehigh University; for many more beautiful pics of snowy Lehigh during Fall 2013 Final Exams, click here}
You should see the stack of grading I have sitting on my desk right now. And you should see the Christmas To Do List I have sitting right next to it. This is such a tough time of year for Professor Moms. I really should Read More
It was a Saturday morning. We were decorating the Christmas tree in our pajamas. Braydon had Christmas music playing, and my favorite Christmas song came on. I hardly even noticed it until I caught my son’s eye. He was standing to the side of the tree, looking past everything, looking at me. “Do you want to dance?” he asked. I stopped. I heard the song. I put down the ornament I was holding. He walked toward me. I said, “Yes!” He took my hand. And we danced one of the most beautiful slow dances of my whole 41-year-old life.
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