Roughly three weeks ago we celebrated Christmas in short sleeves. Now we’re back on the East Coast admiring the golden orange leaves still on our backyard tree and sloshing around in the sleet and snow.
“I miss Grandma and Pa, but I am SO HAPPY to be home!” Isaac tells me constantly. “This is such a nice, cozy home!” That’s gratifying! Thanks, kiddo.
I lost some weight while we were in Texas. I felt good about this, until Isaac weighed in.
“Mommy, are you having another baby?”
“No.”
“You are not having another baby right now?”
“No. Why?”
“Because…” (Here he not just patted but actually squished my tummy).
I like to fit the paintings at the art museum together into a narrative or progression. Here I grouped one for each season, since it seems like we’ve experienced each season in just this week.
Shaken, Not Stirred: Home in Japan
Breakfast at Tiffany's
Blizzard!!
High Times in the Tidewater