Blake has spent his free time building “machines” since he was little. Building creations out of cardboard has been his latest passion. He rigged up a pinball machine. I don’t think he’ll ever grow out of building with k’nex. He also built a 3D temple after going for the first…
We’re slowly settling in to our new home. Before I jump into all of the messy and exciting details, I feel like I need to pay tribute to the beautiful chapter of our lives we put behind us. I’ve been trying for months to put into words how I feel…
We kicked off fall with my birthday (although technically it was still 100°). Troy surprised me with a fancy handbag and I celebrated with my best friends at our usual dinner venue. September included trips to the Natural History Museum and Wheeler Farm with friends. Crew was adorned in bandana…
I’m cutting it close for squeezing in our annual fall snapshot, but the week of Thanksgiving still counts as fall, right? Without further ado, here is our 2013 snapshot in words (and a few pictures), capturing the here and now. The most prominent change in our lives is Troy’s work…
While we were in Hawaii, Blake developed a love for drawing and coloring and linking together sheet after sheet of completed artwork. Since his grandparents are only living there temporarily, they don’t have a big supply of toys. But I kind of loved that it forced Blake to be more…
At the beginning of each school year, I write a “verbal snapshot” of what’s going on in our lives. I didn’t quite get it done at the beginning of school this year, but I still want to compile our snapshot in words (and a few pictures) before 2012 is history. I…
Here is the rundown of our Easter festivities: The boys awoke to the traditional string tied onto their doorknobs. The Easter Bunny left a string for each of them to follow all over the house that led them to their Easter baskets. Nash has an obsession with Maisy books and…
Blake is in a serious machine phase. Everything that he plays with gets turned upside down, stacked up, hooked together, and transformed into an intricate “machine.” Each day after quiet time, he struts down the stairs and explains to me the new combination of toys that he orchestrated into a machine….
