Since this is my memoir of sorts, I avoid (at all costs) posting things about awards, contests and stuff. But the thing is... I really, real...

The tradition lives on~ beard in winter, clean-shaven for birthday presents...only this year, I got the surprise of a lifetime when Matt wal...

I can hardly call it "nesting" anymore, but somehow the cleaning bug bit me. That is one bug I don't mind getting bit by, esp...

On Friday, I loaded up my children and hitchhiked a ride with my mom to visit Oma and Opa. Would you believe Oma and Opa hadn't yet met...

In winter I become such a hermit, it really is despicable. Around this time, however, my recluse tendencies are driving me mad. Today was m...

Little Bunkin didn't really like the wind---it kept making her gasp for breath---but eventually her funny gasping face turned to... a cu...

I spied lots of creatures on our walk. A woolly mammoth, for one. (I had no idea the boy was so ragamuffin-ish, where IS this boys mother a...

With his Christmas present... and mine.

Sickies have come for a visit. Eventually, I brought out the BIG guns. Thrifted wool sheep sweater. Bought for .25cents, 5 years ago. It is...

No need for mascara here.

99.99999% of the time she is animated. Making jokes. Smiling-no, LAUGHING. That contagious giggle. If only I could photograph THAT. 59 %...

Two months and one day, that's how long its been since Adele' found home in my arms, not my womb. 62 nights...that's how many ni...