Hope you enjoy something musical today.
Talk soon,
Heather
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Friday, January 9, 2015
Hope you enjoy something musical today.
Talk soon,
Heather
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
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
Monday, January 5, 2015
This is Sawyer Pants.
(Full disclosure: I have made up a song entitled "Sawyer Pants." It is super silly and I will not tell you what it says. The lyrics include the word "booger," much to my mother's dismay.)
He likes food, especially bananas and oatmeal.
He likes sleep, definitely all night.
He likes Pablo and Lucy, and with remarkable intensity (and dexterity) likes to bop them on the head in affection.
He likes kicking his arms and legs with delight when Durel walks into the room.
He likes the inchworm/Army crawl thing that he's currently mastering. He's fast, you guys. And he is so happy to be moving that he shrieks with delight as he inch-inch-inches his way around the house.
He looks damn good in stripes, which makes my preppy heart happy.
Hope you know that life is good today.
Talk soon,
Heather
(Full disclosure: I have made up a song entitled "Sawyer Pants." It is super silly and I will not tell you what it says. The lyrics include the word "booger," much to my mother's dismay.)
He likes food, especially bananas and oatmeal.
He likes sleep, definitely all night.
He likes Pablo and Lucy, and with remarkable intensity (and dexterity) likes to bop them on the head in affection.
He likes kicking his arms and legs with delight when Durel walks into the room.
He likes the inchworm/Army crawl thing that he's currently mastering. He's fast, you guys. And he is so happy to be moving that he shrieks with delight as he inch-inch-inches his way around the house.
He looks damn good in stripes, which makes my preppy heart happy.
Hope you know that life is good today.
Talk soon,
Heather
Sunday, January 4, 2015
We had a wonderful Christmas. And we hope you did, too.
Here are a few highlights.
 |
| Jack announced that Santa would eat the gingerbread house. This saved me from making cookies. How considerate of them both. |
 |
| He IS a native Texan, after all. |
 |
| The painfully cute Christmas program at school. I've blocked out some of J's classmates faces because I don't know their parents, privacy, etc. Note Jack's red nose, which is required for the "Reindeer Pokey." |
 |
| We have movement, people. We're pretty psyched about it, as you can see. |
 |
| Jack wore these pajamas for a week. Sawyer spit up on them and never wore them again. My fantasies of having twin holiday elves were dashed. |
2014 was a good year. Sawyer joined our family and there are no words to express our joy. However, 2014 was also challenging. I bid it adieu without much sadness.
Hope you enjoy a fresh start; I sure do.
Talk soon,
Heather
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Friday, January 9, 2015
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
Monday, January 5, 2015
sawyer pants
This is Sawyer Pants.
(Full disclosure: I have made up a song entitled "Sawyer Pants." It is super silly and I will not tell you what it says. The lyrics include the word "booger," much to my mother's dismay.)
He likes food, especially bananas and oatmeal.
He likes sleep, definitely all night.
He likes Pablo and Lucy, and with remarkable intensity (and dexterity) likes to bop them on the head in affection.
He likes kicking his arms and legs with delight when Durel walks into the room.
He likes the inchworm/Army crawl thing that he's currently mastering. He's fast, you guys. And he is so happy to be moving that he shrieks with delight as he inch-inch-inches his way around the house.
He looks damn good in stripes, which makes my preppy heart happy.
Hope you know that life is good today.
Talk soon,
Heather
(Full disclosure: I have made up a song entitled "Sawyer Pants." It is super silly and I will not tell you what it says. The lyrics include the word "booger," much to my mother's dismay.)
He likes food, especially bananas and oatmeal.
He likes sleep, definitely all night.
He likes Pablo and Lucy, and with remarkable intensity (and dexterity) likes to bop them on the head in affection.
He likes kicking his arms and legs with delight when Durel walks into the room.
He likes the inchworm/Army crawl thing that he's currently mastering. He's fast, you guys. And he is so happy to be moving that he shrieks with delight as he inch-inch-inches his way around the house.
He looks damn good in stripes, which makes my preppy heart happy.
Hope you know that life is good today.
Talk soon,
Heather
Sunday, January 4, 2015
christmas in these parts
We had a wonderful Christmas. And we hope you did, too.
Here are a few highlights.
|
| Jack announced that Santa would eat the gingerbread house. This saved me from making cookies. How considerate of them both. |
|
| He IS a native Texan, after all. |
|
| The painfully cute Christmas program at school. I've blocked out some of J's classmates faces because I don't know their parents, privacy, etc. Note Jack's red nose, which is required for the "Reindeer Pokey." |
|
| We have movement, people. We're pretty psyched about it, as you can see. |
|
| Jack wore these pajamas for a week. Sawyer spit up on them and never wore them again. My fantasies of having twin holiday elves were dashed. |
2014 was a good year. Sawyer joined our family and there are no words to express our joy. However, 2014 was also challenging. I bid it adieu without much sadness.
Hope you enjoy a fresh start; I sure do.
Talk soon,
Heather
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