love wins

Friday, June 26, 2015

Apparently, five years old is when you start contemplating marriage.

Jack has informed Durel and I that he will be marrying his friend, Caitlyn.  We are great with this.  Caitlyn is smart and pretty.  We are good friends with her parents.  This is a solid choice.

And there's no stress.  I mean,we don't even have to start planning the wedding for like 20 years.

*     *     *     *     *

We have explained to Jack that the person you marry is the person that you love.  We've also told him that marriage is for grown-ups who want to spend their whole lives together and make a family.

We have explained that sometimes that means boys marry boys and girls marry girls.  Love is what matters.

I am so proud that the Supreme Court made this the unequivocal truth today.


Hope you feel one step closer to real equality today.

Talk soon,
Heather

shot with iPhone pre-K

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

I hung onto my old iPhone "just in case."

On paper, I did that so I would have a backup phone in case of catastrophe.

In reality, I did that so Jack could play games on it sometimes.  (Including very critical times, like road trips to New Orleans.)

Jack is good with an iPhone.  He's been using iPads at school since he was 2 1/2.  That is both awesome and totally insane to me.

But, before I get all Margaret Mead up in here, my point:

I backed up the old iPhone last night, just because I never do that stuff and even if it's my "just in case" phone, I'm supposed to do that, right?

My computer obligingly asked what I would like to do with the 212 photos on the phone.

Huh?

Jack is a budding photographer.  

"Batter on Fire[place]"

"Treat Feet"
(Editor's Note:  Pablo is 11.  He jumps like five feet into the air for treats.  It's amazing.)

"Petting Station" 
"Self Portrait:  Hoping for Dessert" 
"Still Life with Feet; Two Species"
Hope you share someone's perspective today.

Talk soon,
Heather

for the love of baseball

Saturday, June 13, 2015

I can't pretend to like sports.  

Durel and I have been married almost ten years and my favorite part of football season is game day cooking courtesy of Pinterest.

So, I also can't pretend to feel a pang as Jack develops what I assume will be a life-long love of the Houston Astros.

Do I have several Baltimore Orioles t-shirts waiting in Jack's closet for him to grow into?  Yes.  That, I can do.  I can accessorize my feelings about my Maryland heritage.

*     *      *     *     *  

Durel, Uncle Dustin, and Jack went to Jack's first Astros game recently.  They had dude time and pizza.  They wore their shirts.  They took their pictures.  They bought their Legos(?).  

Quote from Jack the other day:  "I like to pull my shorts up, and they have to be above the knee."
Alllllrighty, then.





A good time was had by all.  Including the Lego company.

Hope you invest in a little kid's love of baseball today.

Talk soon,
Heather

summer jam session

Monday, June 8, 2015

Durel and I were pretty self-congratulatory when we bought Jack a drum set.  (And gave it to him six weeks before Christmas, I might add.)

Our smugness was kind of short-lived, though.  Jack doesn't play the drums much.  Durel likes to bang out a little "Paradise City" every now and then.  

I don't have much rhythm.  I can't even spell rhythm.  I had to spell check it.

In a plot twist we didn't exactly foresee, Sawyer loves the drums.  

Jack likes the drums WHEN Sawyer likes the drums.  The grass is always greener, y'all.
Also:  Note Sawyer's LET'S ROCK face.

In another plot twist we didn't exactly foresee, I'm taking a break from lawdogging to be SuperMom, SuperDaughter, and SuperMe.

And so, our summer jam session will involve drumming.  And berry picking.  And visits to local farms.  And museums.  And libraries.  I'm working on a list.  (Some things will never change.)

Hope you get to party on today.

Talk soon,
Heather

the bowling gene

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

I am a perfectionist.

I am also the world's worst bowler.

I'm not being self-deprecating to be cute or ironic.  I am really bad.

I'm actually OK with this.  Surprising, for a perfectionist.  But I find that when you bowl like once a year, you can stink it up with impunity.

*     *     *     *     *

Durel has also accepted how bad I am at bowling, though he marvels at the sheer crappiness of my game.  He's pretty good.  He's just really athletic, so he's good at stuff.

I switch things up by going from the left gutter to the right.  Every now and then, I get a freak strike. It's like when the really drunk person at the bar sinks the eight ball.  Just the universe playing a little joke on you.  

*     *     *     *     *

Jack appears to have inherited Durel's bowling gene, not mine.  This is good news.

We bowled the other day with one of Jack's buddies.  Team Bernard represented well, no thanks to me.

Universal Truth:  The shoes are a lot of the fun.

Sneaking up on it, as we do.

Go, bowling ball!  Be free! 
A spare!

It's like Uptown Funk meets bowling alley.

Hope you get a spare in the game of life today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Friday, June 26, 2015

love wins

Apparently, five years old is when you start contemplating marriage.

Jack has informed Durel and I that he will be marrying his friend, Caitlyn.  We are great with this.  Caitlyn is smart and pretty.  We are good friends with her parents.  This is a solid choice.

And there's no stress.  I mean,we don't even have to start planning the wedding for like 20 years.

*     *     *     *     *

We have explained to Jack that the person you marry is the person that you love.  We've also told him that marriage is for grown-ups who want to spend their whole lives together and make a family.

We have explained that sometimes that means boys marry boys and girls marry girls.  Love is what matters.

I am so proud that the Supreme Court made this the unequivocal truth today.


Hope you feel one step closer to real equality today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

shot with iPhone pre-K

I hung onto my old iPhone "just in case."

On paper, I did that so I would have a backup phone in case of catastrophe.

In reality, I did that so Jack could play games on it sometimes.  (Including very critical times, like road trips to New Orleans.)

Jack is good with an iPhone.  He's been using iPads at school since he was 2 1/2.  That is both awesome and totally insane to me.

But, before I get all Margaret Mead up in here, my point:

I backed up the old iPhone last night, just because I never do that stuff and even if it's my "just in case" phone, I'm supposed to do that, right?

My computer obligingly asked what I would like to do with the 212 photos on the phone.

Huh?

Jack is a budding photographer.  

"Batter on Fire[place]"

"Treat Feet"
(Editor's Note:  Pablo is 11.  He jumps like five feet into the air for treats.  It's amazing.)

"Petting Station" 
"Self Portrait:  Hoping for Dessert" 
"Still Life with Feet; Two Species"
Hope you share someone's perspective today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Saturday, June 13, 2015

for the love of baseball

I can't pretend to like sports.  

Durel and I have been married almost ten years and my favorite part of football season is game day cooking courtesy of Pinterest.

So, I also can't pretend to feel a pang as Jack develops what I assume will be a life-long love of the Houston Astros.

Do I have several Baltimore Orioles t-shirts waiting in Jack's closet for him to grow into?  Yes.  That, I can do.  I can accessorize my feelings about my Maryland heritage.

*     *      *     *     *  

Durel, Uncle Dustin, and Jack went to Jack's first Astros game recently.  They had dude time and pizza.  They wore their shirts.  They took their pictures.  They bought their Legos(?).  

Quote from Jack the other day:  "I like to pull my shorts up, and they have to be above the knee."
Alllllrighty, then.





A good time was had by all.  Including the Lego company.

Hope you invest in a little kid's love of baseball today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Monday, June 8, 2015

summer jam session

Durel and I were pretty self-congratulatory when we bought Jack a drum set.  (And gave it to him six weeks before Christmas, I might add.)

Our smugness was kind of short-lived, though.  Jack doesn't play the drums much.  Durel likes to bang out a little "Paradise City" every now and then.  

I don't have much rhythm.  I can't even spell rhythm.  I had to spell check it.

In a plot twist we didn't exactly foresee, Sawyer loves the drums.  

Jack likes the drums WHEN Sawyer likes the drums.  The grass is always greener, y'all.
Also:  Note Sawyer's LET'S ROCK face.

In another plot twist we didn't exactly foresee, I'm taking a break from lawdogging to be SuperMom, SuperDaughter, and SuperMe.

And so, our summer jam session will involve drumming.  And berry picking.  And visits to local farms.  And museums.  And libraries.  I'm working on a list.  (Some things will never change.)

Hope you get to party on today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

the bowling gene

I am a perfectionist.

I am also the world's worst bowler.

I'm not being self-deprecating to be cute or ironic.  I am really bad.

I'm actually OK with this.  Surprising, for a perfectionist.  But I find that when you bowl like once a year, you can stink it up with impunity.

*     *     *     *     *

Durel has also accepted how bad I am at bowling, though he marvels at the sheer crappiness of my game.  He's pretty good.  He's just really athletic, so he's good at stuff.

I switch things up by going from the left gutter to the right.  Every now and then, I get a freak strike. It's like when the really drunk person at the bar sinks the eight ball.  Just the universe playing a little joke on you.  

*     *     *     *     *

Jack appears to have inherited Durel's bowling gene, not mine.  This is good news.

We bowled the other day with one of Jack's buddies.  Team Bernard represented well, no thanks to me.

Universal Truth:  The shoes are a lot of the fun.

Sneaking up on it, as we do.

Go, bowling ball!  Be free! 
A spare!

It's like Uptown Funk meets bowling alley.

Hope you get a spare in the game of life today.

Talk soon,
Heather
 
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