Owen fix

Owen is four and three-quarters, but he insists he’s really four and five-quarters. Also, he’s not loving having his picture taken these days, and “this frosting is too sweet. And why is it salty?!”


12 and a number of other things 

It’s been A While. Apologies!! Hard to know where to start, but I’ll begin by noting that Ava Kate turned 12 last month. We celebrated in Nebraska (a couple of times!) with grandparents and some pretty sweet cousins. 


At 12, Ava finds us (her parents) to be a bit too intrusive and curious, what with our constant questions (“How was your day?” “What have you been doing in your room for the past five hours?” “Are you hungry?” AWFUL I KNOW.). 

When she does communicate with us, it’s primarily via Snapchat, a social media platform that creates picture and video messages that expire seconds after they land in the receiver’s inbox. Inexplicably, she’s usually photographed staring into space just to the left of her camera lens. (Eye contact is so 2016.) I think, though, in the hierarchy of preteen communication, Snapchat is perhaps a titch above texting, so I’m pretty sure that means she loves us. 

Fortunately, we do know (through an online reporting system, not through conversation) that she’s doing exceptionally well in her classes. She’s also playing the trumpet – the fourth of four generations. She spends as much time as possible with her friends – especially her best friend Sophia. Also, there may or may not have been a boy in the equation this spring. I don’t know. In any event, it’s probably not something I should report on the blog – especially if it involved flowers on Valentine’s Day.

Ava is biding her time, even humoring us every now and then, until she can make her escape to NYC (at 17, she’ll tell you). She keeps busy by rearranging the furniture in her room at least once a week and building a better wardrobe than I will ever own. She’s creative and smart, and enviably funny. She is exceptionally mature and independent, and we enjoy knowing we can trust her with just about anything. We adore her. 

Blog neglect 

I received a message on my phone from WordPress a moment ago, noting that my blog stats were “booming.” Curious, as it’s been about four years since I’ve posted anything. However, I think I found the interested parties…


I do have great content to share! I’ll do it soon. Stay tuned. 

Owen, overheard. 

Regarding takeoff: “The cars look like Hot Wheels and the houses look like doll houses and I love this part. Oh, actually, I’m scared of this part…”

On earworms:  “Mom, my brain is playing rock and roll.”

On danger, generally:  “I had a dream that I had suction cup shoes and I could walk up anything. I want real suction cup shoes.”

August fix 

Guess who just ate an entire package of Girl Scout cookies…

A&O

Sometimes when the girls fight, I make them write letters to each other and then hug. I’m pretty sure it’s working. No one is mad about it at all. Especially not Ava. 

Show and share 

Bryan spent a snowy week in Steamboat for a conference last week.  Everybody missed him, but especially Owen. For show and share at preschool Friday, I sent a photo of Bryan that hangs in our room–it was taken when we were 19, while visiting the Rocky Mountains. Owen LOVES this photo, and he asks frequently when it was taken. 

“Where was I?” You weren’t born yet, remember? “So I was still in your tummy?” No. We didn’t even know about you yet. “But WHERE WAS I?”

In our dreams, kiddo. 

Owen fix

With bonus Ryan and August…

Christmas 2016

We were joined my mom and Dave and Gramma and Grandpa Great for Christmas Eve at our house in Kansas again this year. Santa found the kids, despite a year of rather questionable antics… 



Then, on Christmas morning, we headed north to spend a few days with Bryan’s family.


Hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas! 

Santa knows. 

We ran into Santa in Elmwood a couple of weeks ago. Requests included a new phone, a puppy and a motorized dirt bike. (I’ve sent a letter in follow up.)