like a goat loves garbage

If it's not sturdy, he needs to climb it.
If it's trash, he pretty much has to taste it.
If it's heavy, he really wants to pick it up.
If it's fragile, he just needs to carry it around all day.
If it's sharp, he would love nothing more than to adopt it and bring it home to live with us.



Hey Mom, I know how to spell UFO!  It starts with Y...then O...O.  Y-O-O spells U!

Walking to preschool: I don't need to zip my hoodie because I’m a furnace.

I can name some animals that have cold blood pressure, can you? 

Helping at the grocery: I can find the swiss cheese!  Wait, you mean like cartoon cheese, with all the holes, right? 

I know how to make a carne-raptor. You just need to add a dash of carnosaurus DNA to a velociraptor to make a baby. 


coffee and books

I don't mean to exaggerate, but this might be the best part of parenting.


spring break, and sustenance

The boys are on break this week.  We didn't plan much, but have enjoyed the indoor pool and a trip to the movie theater, the playground down the hill from our house and cooking meals together.

At lunch today, Tolliver asked to make pizza "with naan, and you can hide some vegetables under the cheese, I don't mind.  Actually, can I help?"
And Tucker sauteed, under Andy's supervision, some mushrooms and peppers to mix with scrambled eggs.

Most of what happens in our kitchen is daily and mundane, wiping counters and pouring milk and saying grace. Other things are seasonal and special, slicing summer peaches and licking battered beaters and simmering chili in the fall. We are together in the kitchen every single day, creating and nourishing and sometimes even dancing. And all of it feels like a powerful force for connection, floured counters and pots of soup, dish-filled sinks and rising dough.

With the boys home the past few days, I've made an especially strong effort to worry less about what I should be doing and focus on what I am doing. Today it was doling out vitamins and observing knife-sharpening lessons and solidifying kitchen rituals that seem to be a foundation in our family.



The boys bring us so much joy.  Their love is genuine, yet decidedly disorganized.
They leave us feeling tipsy with pride and delight. 
Or possibly exhaustion.


the luck

There is never, ever any doubt as to how lucky we are.


How old is baby Hank?!

We celebrated Charles Hanley's first year at the Audubon Center last weekend. Family gathered for story time and bird watching and birthday hugs. Tolliver helped make marshmallow bird nest treats and bird seed favors to pass out. Later we put a candle in some chocolate ice cream and sang to our little fledgling.
He's been showing one chubby finger to anyone who'll pay attention - cousins, the pediatrician, strangers, squirrels...