speaking of adventures

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Sawyer is ready to have some.  (Adventures, that is.)



His hair told me so.


If he takes after his sartorial inspiration, his adventures may make a Thai lunch and a bookstore look positively humdrum.



I'll get our passports updated, just in case.

Hope you appreciate French things today.  

à bientôt,

Heather

magic realism and the car wash

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Weekend time is precious.

In reality, weekend time also has to be productive.

Also, I want to superglue myself to my children on the weekends because HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?

In a flash of magic realism, I told Jack one Saturday afternoon a few years ago that we were "going to have adventures."  

In adult speak, this can be translated to "running errands."  

That particular day, I think we went to the "fancy car wash." (The one that's not the drive through.  NEVER the drive through for Jack.)  We went to Trader Joe's.  We probably went to Starbucks.  

The day was a great success.  We returned home happy and accomplished.  

Since then, we've expanded our horizons.  We grocery shop, buy birthday presents for people, explore in bookstores, eat Thai food, tour the Capitol, visit my office, get haircuts, eat sushi, you name it.  

Having adventures is now one of Jack's favorite things to do on the weekend.  And you know what?  It's one of mine, too.

Errands can be adventures.  It's all about your lens.


Hope your lens is clear today.

Talk soon,
Heather

in a word

Friday, January 9, 2015


Hope you enjoy something musical today.

Talk soon,
Heather

so long, 2014

Thursday, January 8, 2015


2014 was hard.  And good.  And scary.  And funny.  And challenging.  And rewarding. 

Here's to 2015, may it be all of those things and more.  Because that's life, and it's wonderful.



Hope you get a drum set this year.

Talk soon,
Heather

ShortsGate

Wednesday, January 7, 2015



I went to college in Maine, at a lovely place called Bates.   

Maine is very cold.  Bates is very preppy.  Winter at Bates is very cold, and very long.

When preppy people are cold and bored at college, they have formals so that they can break the tedium of studying in fleece or flannel to drink alcohol in dressy clothes.

Far from casting aspersion on this practice, I fully embraced it and thought it was fantastic.

I think it is the annual Wilson House Formal at Bates that's held in January.  (Friends, correct me if I'm wrong.)  

My friends and I never took our coats to that particular formal, because we didn't want to lose them.

(Read that again.)

We walked across campus in our formal wear (not noted for warmth), without our coats, because we knew that they would be flung into a heap, have beer or punch splashed upon them, and then perhaps go home without their rightful owners.

We were cold.  We were young.  And tough.  And stupid?  (Yet really smart?)

We had our coats, though.  (Not with us.  Nevermind.  You got that part.)

*     *     *     *     *

Jack will probably not go to Bates.

He TRIES to insist on wearing shorts every day.

I know it's Texas, but it was 40 degrees this morning.  By Texas standards, that's time to break out the Uggs and watch out for ice.

We do not let Jack wear shorts when it's cold.  He is 4 1/2 and has zero body fat.  We love him and do not want him to get bronchitis, ear infections, pneumonia, the flu, or become one Star Wars enthused goose bump.

Today was a particularly rough morning in what I'll call ShortsGate.  I had the distinct thought as I dropped him off at school that if there was a pair of shorts in his cubby, he would have them on by the time I picked him up.  I prematurely accepted defeat, even.

His Most Excellent Teachers then sent this about mid-day.


That is not the shirt he wore to school. 

Those ARE the pants he wore to school.

ShortsGate has been averted for another day.  Hats off to Mr. Scott and Miss Hayley.

Hope you keep your pants on today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

speaking of adventures

Sawyer is ready to have some.  (Adventures, that is.)



His hair told me so.


If he takes after his sartorial inspiration, his adventures may make a Thai lunch and a bookstore look positively humdrum.



I'll get our passports updated, just in case.

Hope you appreciate French things today.  

à bientôt,

Heather

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

magic realism and the car wash

Weekend time is precious.

In reality, weekend time also has to be productive.

Also, I want to superglue myself to my children on the weekends because HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?

In a flash of magic realism, I told Jack one Saturday afternoon a few years ago that we were "going to have adventures."  

In adult speak, this can be translated to "running errands."  

That particular day, I think we went to the "fancy car wash." (The one that's not the drive through.  NEVER the drive through for Jack.)  We went to Trader Joe's.  We probably went to Starbucks.  

The day was a great success.  We returned home happy and accomplished.  

Since then, we've expanded our horizons.  We grocery shop, buy birthday presents for people, explore in bookstores, eat Thai food, tour the Capitol, visit my office, get haircuts, eat sushi, you name it.  

Having adventures is now one of Jack's favorite things to do on the weekend.  And you know what?  It's one of mine, too.

Errands can be adventures.  It's all about your lens.


Hope your lens is clear today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Friday, January 9, 2015

in a word


Hope you enjoy something musical today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Thursday, January 8, 2015

so long, 2014


2014 was hard.  And good.  And scary.  And funny.  And challenging.  And rewarding. 

Here's to 2015, may it be all of those things and more.  Because that's life, and it's wonderful.



Hope you get a drum set this year.

Talk soon,
Heather

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

ShortsGate



I went to college in Maine, at a lovely place called Bates.   

Maine is very cold.  Bates is very preppy.  Winter at Bates is very cold, and very long.

When preppy people are cold and bored at college, they have formals so that they can break the tedium of studying in fleece or flannel to drink alcohol in dressy clothes.

Far from casting aspersion on this practice, I fully embraced it and thought it was fantastic.

I think it is the annual Wilson House Formal at Bates that's held in January.  (Friends, correct me if I'm wrong.)  

My friends and I never took our coats to that particular formal, because we didn't want to lose them.

(Read that again.)

We walked across campus in our formal wear (not noted for warmth), without our coats, because we knew that they would be flung into a heap, have beer or punch splashed upon them, and then perhaps go home without their rightful owners.

We were cold.  We were young.  And tough.  And stupid?  (Yet really smart?)

We had our coats, though.  (Not with us.  Nevermind.  You got that part.)

*     *     *     *     *

Jack will probably not go to Bates.

He TRIES to insist on wearing shorts every day.

I know it's Texas, but it was 40 degrees this morning.  By Texas standards, that's time to break out the Uggs and watch out for ice.

We do not let Jack wear shorts when it's cold.  He is 4 1/2 and has zero body fat.  We love him and do not want him to get bronchitis, ear infections, pneumonia, the flu, or become one Star Wars enthused goose bump.

Today was a particularly rough morning in what I'll call ShortsGate.  I had the distinct thought as I dropped him off at school that if there was a pair of shorts in his cubby, he would have them on by the time I picked him up.  I prematurely accepted defeat, even.

His Most Excellent Teachers then sent this about mid-day.


That is not the shirt he wore to school. 

Those ARE the pants he wore to school.

ShortsGate has been averted for another day.  Hats off to Mr. Scott and Miss Hayley.

Hope you keep your pants on today.

Talk soon,
Heather

 
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