what say ye, Scots?

Thursday, September 18, 2014

It's an historic day in Scotland.  Voters will go to the polls to decide if Scotland should be an independent country.

Granted, new countries form.  It's a done thing.  But it's not a done thing in the United Kingdom.  The ceremony was televised when Hong Kong was handed back to China in 1997.  I watched intently.  I was a newly-minted college graduate living in a studio apartment in Baltimore at the time.  Ick.  But, I digress.  

I was nerdily fascinated to watch an ancient contract expire (perhaps a nod to my future law career) and to watch the United Kingdom change (as I am an unabashed Anglophile).

I also used to live in Ireland -- the Republic of Ireland, that is.  To be there is to learn by osmosis of the history and pride of their hard-earned independence from Great Britain.  It's also nice to be in a packed pub in Galway and announce that your grandmother was a Kelly -- and to have the entire pub cheer and raise their glasses to you.  (That happened.)

And so, it's on my mind that I am proudly part Scottish.  My mom's grandmother was a Scot -- a MacDonald, in fact.



In other words, I can't wait to see what the results are.


Sawyer wants to know, too.


Hoping that you feel interested and independent today.

Talk soon,
Heather

to sleep, perchance with your shoes

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

My dad once described himself this way:  "I never want to go to bed, and then I don't ever want to get up in the morning."

I am The Same Way.  I don't want to miss the party and I have never cared about being the early bird.

It's apparently hereditary.

Jack seems to have inherited it.  While I realize that no four year old wants to go to bed, Jack is no exception.  And while he deigns to enjoy the routine of bath time and story time, he pulls out all the stops after story time to avoid actual sleeping time.

Mom, I'm FURSTY.
Mom, I have to go potty.
Mom, I need to tell you something.
Dad, I need to give you a hug.
Dad, I heard something.
Hey guys, I'm HUNGRY.

Medieval sort that we are, we've acquiesced to one slice of cold bread and a bit of water if he insists that he will waste away from lack of sustenance while waiting for breakfast.  If we have the heel of the loaf, that's what I'm giving him.

(Hey man, if you're hungry, a heel of wheat bread will do the trick.  But, I digress.)

I also realize, in this rubric of sleep, that nap time is about to end for Jack.  This thought fills me with sadness and fear.

These recent pictures from school do my heart a world of good.  Napping is still happening, and for each day that is true, I am glad.



Incidentally, a rogue shoe in the bed or blanket overhead is never one of Jack's avoidance tactics. 

Now I know why.

Hope you exhibit some charmingly hereditary traits today.

Talk soon,
Heather

in honor of ryan gosling

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Sawyer wanted me to share this meme.  He couldn't wait until Monday.


He says, "In twenty years, it's ON, Ryan Gosling."

Not sure there is much else to say.

Hope your day is full of materials you like.

Talk soon,
Heather

a song for Friday

Friday, September 5, 2014

Many people have been kind enough to ask me how Sawyer is doing now that he and I are living life unencumbered by those pesky dairy products.  (Recap:  Sawyer has a dairy allergy, which is not the same as lactose intolerance and is sort of no joke.)

As for how we're doing, I'll start with me.  

I'm fine.  Occasionally, I would stab someone for a piece of pizza.  But I don't.  Otherwise, I like Earth Balance vegan (faux) butter.  It's good.  I like Daiya vegan (faux) cheese -- only if melted and used very sparingly.  My love for both sushi and Thai food has multiplied by like ten zillion because those cuisines make it so easy to avoid dairy.  Hummus and peanut butter and apples (not together, though perhaps in rapid succession) are my best friends.

As for Sawdog, he now weighs 16 pounds and 9 ounces.  I'd say he's doing allllllllllllright.

And so would he.

Chillin with the Lambs, on my Bumbo, sippin on booby juice
Laid back, with my  mind on my tummy and my tummy on my mind

Oh, you heard that?
Hope your Friday evening includes your favorite libation.

Talk soon,
Heather

jack on music

Thursday, August 28, 2014

We have had Jack in music classes for a while.  He is in the "starter" class offered by the School of Rock.  

Truth:  I like saying that Jack is in the School of Rock.  

But also, Durel and I really appreciate music and understand that it's an awesome thing to teach to and foster in children.  Music is enriching and beautiful.  And fun.

Since four year olds are pretty taciturn, we don't hear stories about music class, as much as we try to cajole them out of him.

However, the evening after class this week, I heard him quietly singing:

"I'd like to be ... under the sea ... in an octopus's garden... in the shade..."

I did not control my excitement well, which is a rookie mistake.  He did not sing another word for me that evening.  BUT at least I know that my love of the Beatles is hereditary.

As if to punctuate that point, the school then sent me this:

video

Music to my ears.

Hope you get to drive someone's car today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Thursday, September 18, 2014

what say ye, Scots?

It's an historic day in Scotland.  Voters will go to the polls to decide if Scotland should be an independent country.

Granted, new countries form.  It's a done thing.  But it's not a done thing in the United Kingdom.  The ceremony was televised when Hong Kong was handed back to China in 1997.  I watched intently.  I was a newly-minted college graduate living in a studio apartment in Baltimore at the time.  Ick.  But, I digress.  

I was nerdily fascinated to watch an ancient contract expire (perhaps a nod to my future law career) and to watch the United Kingdom change (as I am an unabashed Anglophile).

I also used to live in Ireland -- the Republic of Ireland, that is.  To be there is to learn by osmosis of the history and pride of their hard-earned independence from Great Britain.  It's also nice to be in a packed pub in Galway and announce that your grandmother was a Kelly -- and to have the entire pub cheer and raise their glasses to you.  (That happened.)

And so, it's on my mind that I am proudly part Scottish.  My mom's grandmother was a Scot -- a MacDonald, in fact.



In other words, I can't wait to see what the results are.


Sawyer wants to know, too.


Hoping that you feel interested and independent today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

to sleep, perchance with your shoes

My dad once described himself this way:  "I never want to go to bed, and then I don't ever want to get up in the morning."

I am The Same Way.  I don't want to miss the party and I have never cared about being the early bird.

It's apparently hereditary.

Jack seems to have inherited it.  While I realize that no four year old wants to go to bed, Jack is no exception.  And while he deigns to enjoy the routine of bath time and story time, he pulls out all the stops after story time to avoid actual sleeping time.

Mom, I'm FURSTY.
Mom, I have to go potty.
Mom, I need to tell you something.
Dad, I need to give you a hug.
Dad, I heard something.
Hey guys, I'm HUNGRY.

Medieval sort that we are, we've acquiesced to one slice of cold bread and a bit of water if he insists that he will waste away from lack of sustenance while waiting for breakfast.  If we have the heel of the loaf, that's what I'm giving him.

(Hey man, if you're hungry, a heel of wheat bread will do the trick.  But, I digress.)

I also realize, in this rubric of sleep, that nap time is about to end for Jack.  This thought fills me with sadness and fear.

These recent pictures from school do my heart a world of good.  Napping is still happening, and for each day that is true, I am glad.



Incidentally, a rogue shoe in the bed or blanket overhead is never one of Jack's avoidance tactics. 

Now I know why.

Hope you exhibit some charmingly hereditary traits today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Saturday, September 6, 2014

in honor of ryan gosling

Sawyer wanted me to share this meme.  He couldn't wait until Monday.


He says, "In twenty years, it's ON, Ryan Gosling."

Not sure there is much else to say.

Hope your day is full of materials you like.

Talk soon,
Heather

Friday, September 5, 2014

a song for Friday

Many people have been kind enough to ask me how Sawyer is doing now that he and I are living life unencumbered by those pesky dairy products.  (Recap:  Sawyer has a dairy allergy, which is not the same as lactose intolerance and is sort of no joke.)

As for how we're doing, I'll start with me.  

I'm fine.  Occasionally, I would stab someone for a piece of pizza.  But I don't.  Otherwise, I like Earth Balance vegan (faux) butter.  It's good.  I like Daiya vegan (faux) cheese -- only if melted and used very sparingly.  My love for both sushi and Thai food has multiplied by like ten zillion because those cuisines make it so easy to avoid dairy.  Hummus and peanut butter and apples (not together, though perhaps in rapid succession) are my best friends.

As for Sawdog, he now weighs 16 pounds and 9 ounces.  I'd say he's doing allllllllllllright.

And so would he.

Chillin with the Lambs, on my Bumbo, sippin on booby juice
Laid back, with my  mind on my tummy and my tummy on my mind

Oh, you heard that?
Hope your Friday evening includes your favorite libation.

Talk soon,
Heather

Thursday, August 28, 2014

jack on music

We have had Jack in music classes for a while.  He is in the "starter" class offered by the School of Rock.  

Truth:  I like saying that Jack is in the School of Rock.  

But also, Durel and I really appreciate music and understand that it's an awesome thing to teach to and foster in children.  Music is enriching and beautiful.  And fun.

Since four year olds are pretty taciturn, we don't hear stories about music class, as much as we try to cajole them out of him.

However, the evening after class this week, I heard him quietly singing:

"I'd like to be ... under the sea ... in an octopus's garden... in the shade..."

I did not control my excitement well, which is a rookie mistake.  He did not sing another word for me that evening.  BUT at least I know that my love of the Beatles is hereditary.

As if to punctuate that point, the school then sent me this:

video

Music to my ears.

Hope you get to drive someone's car today.

Talk soon,
Heather

 
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