November 12, 2014 : the asylum.

snow does crazy things. it gives you powers to fly through the air and land on your back and still be ok; lets you assume that it’s a good idea to stick your tongue to a pole even though some of your tongue skin comes off (blech); turns you into a ninja; but most of all, it just makes you insanely happy.

p.s. it’s a balmy zero here.

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October 15, 2014 : exploring.

I came across a fantastic quote the other day:

What is adventure? If a lone wolf lifts his plaintive call into the moonlight near your campsite, you might call that adventure. While you’re sweating like a horse on a climb over a 12,000 foot pass, that could be adventure. When howling head winds press your lips against your teeth, you face a mighty struggle. When your pack grows heavy on your shoulders as your climb a 14,000 foot peak, you feel the adventure. When you suffer freezing temperatures and 20 inches of fresh powder on a hut to hut trip in the Rockies, that could be called adventure. But that’s not what makes an adventure. It’s your willingness to conquer it, and to present yourself at the doorstep of nature. That creates the experience. No more greater joy can come from life than to live inside a moment of adventure. It is the uncommon wilderness experience that gives your life expectation.”
~Frosty Wooldridge, Golden, Colorado

So I said, “No.”

I said, “No,” when the boys asked if they could play with their friends (they get to nearly every day). I said, “No,” to practicing lacrosse in the backyard, watching a movie, and playing the Wii. I told them that instead of those things, we were going on a family adventure. We were going…exploring.

They hemmed and hawed and begrudgingly (but politely) got into the truck, and we got out here.

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It was at this point that my 9yo slipped his hand inside of mine and said, “Thank you, Mom.” It was the kind of hand holding like when they were little and needed to cross the street. The kind that just says hey, I know that you’re there and everything is beautiful and lovely and it’s just simply a pretty great day.

The kind that quietly says, “I love you.”

So, so good.


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October 9, 2014 : oh dem bones

I think that Science Matters is his very favorite thing in the whole world. He gets it. The things that this one comes home from school explaining…oy. And we speak the same language, he and I: the love-of-learning language.

As a Kindergartner, he has dissected his first owl pellet. As a Kindergartner, he’s matched the bones of critters onto his guide, and will read me the names of those bones. As a Kindergartner, he is kicking ass.

He’s going to shake up some things out in that big, wide world.

I just know it.

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October 3, 2014 : he was run-ning.

First and foremost, Hank rules. He doesn’t make fun of me when I want to do something silly – usually – and in fact, many times, he jumps in right alongside me.

Today was thankfully one of those days.

We’ve done a lot of cheering for our 9yo. We’ve done a lot of picture taking and celebrating and woo-hoo-ing and high-fiving. When it comes to the low man on the totem pole, the 5yo, sometimes we’re already pooped out at this point in life and we don’t take the time to completely and fully embarrass him like we should.

Hank helped me color a poster today, in order to do a fine job of embarrassing the last loin fruit in our family tree.



We hid the poster from him until he had stretched and warmed up and run his first lap. No need to give away all of your secrets right away, you know.  Continue reading…