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Happy One Year, Tate!
Dearest Tate,Not a single day goes by when I don’t stop and think, “How did I get so lucky?” You add so much to our lives. You make the funniest scrunched up faces. Your hair is so curly on the bottom; I can’t bear to cut it. We jokingly call you “mullet-on-the-go.” You love to point things out to us all the time–airplanes and trucks and dogs. You have the sweetest gap between your front teeth.You love to eat but are very opinionated about what we put in front of you. You prefer cheese and avocado (and anything sweet).We celebrated your first birthday this past weekend. We… Read More -
The Garden
Oh, the Garden!I had such reservations about it because I had quite the black thumb when I lived in Denver. It turns out that automatic irrigation makes all the difference. We are able to set our watering days and times and then forget all about it. The only work I do in the garden is pull out weeds (which is actually quite satisfying to my sense of order).We are growing strawberries, cucumbers, watermelons, cantaloupe, tomatoes, bell peppers, and squash–oh my! -
Intentions for Vacation
Vacation is upon us! It’s hard to fully embrace the feeling of “vacation” when I have to get a school open in fewer than 50 days, but it is time for vacation. And we only get to live this wild and precious life once, so I don’t want to lose sight of this time. And I am freaked out by the fact that 14 years ago I joined Teach For America and moved to rural Louisiana to teach 3rd grade in a town with only five stoplights. It doesn’t seem long ago at all. In 14 more years, Henry will be 17 years old and heading into his senior… Read More
