The Hurt and The Healer

My dad passed away suddenly two weeks ago.  He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer one week prior and we were still adjusting to that tragic news.  He was 61.  I never expected my mom to be a widow at 60.  Or my boys to lose their grandfather at such young ages.  Or Robb and I to be forced to maneuver through life without our dad.

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It’s What’s for Dinner

Allowing the twins to play in the spice rack during dinner prep took at bad turn with Cream of Tarter

The spice rack served as the twins’ entertainment during dinner prep. Until the Cream of Tarter Explosion.

I vividly remember when my kids were younger and 4pm to 6pm was the most stressful time of the day.  I was often in the kitchen trying to get dinner prepared and one (or both) of the twins was hanging on my leg – wanting to be held or insisting to help.  Abe was in the family room pulling cushions off the couch to build a fort or launch pad (admittedly, not much has changed there).  I was already tired from a full day with the kids.  And the dinner hour was just another chore to get checked off the list.  It’s hard to believe such an incredibly stressful time early on has turned into one of my favorite times of the day.  It didn’t happen overnight.  It was definitely a gradual change – a slow, organic process. There's more…

Brotherly Love

There was an adorable video posted several years ago that showed toddler twins communicating.  In their own special language.  It was endearingly cute and drew mass media attention.

My twins were around the same age at the time the video went viral.  My experience in watching my boys communicate was (and still is) very different.  Their special language goes something like this:
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Snow Daze

My wine stockpile was nearly not enough to get me through Snowpocalypse.  Snow Daze1Turns out, I’m not much of a Doomsday Prepper.  Day #5 proved to be especially challenging since Dave HAD to go to work and my minivan was the ONLY vehicle that failed to break out of the hood hills.  What?  But the opportunity to spend time augured in at home with my family was surprising and entirely welcomed.  Portland hasn’t had a real snow storm in years.  And when the snow fell, the media did what it does best – elicit panic and fear – so no one drove and businesses closed their doors. There's more…