It was supposed to be a gentle walk of about 2.2 miles for me to try out my new hiking boots (thanks, Mom!) but we miscalculated and misremembered and it turned out to be a moderately hilly walk of 4.9 miles that we started rather late. Oops. But the boots are great. Yay!
Archive for March, 2012
This time with a motorcycle! In front of our house! With a hose turned on to simulate rain. At one point a bunch of neighborhood kids came and clustered around AC to see what he was doing. We are now the official geeks of the block.
Sam had 64 books checked out to her from the library. These are the ones that were due today, minus one. We tore the house apart looking for it. Searched the car. Asked AC if Sam had left it at his office. It was nowhere to be found. Irritated that we’d probably have to pay […]
There was a frost warning last night so we tucked our tender lettuces under an old shower curtain.
Making potato-cress heads in French Club. Yeah, that’s not particularly French, but Sam and I did this craft two years ago in Hove Home Ed and the UK is right next door to France.
At the end of an insanely busy day I realized that I’d taken only this one picture of Sam’s football coach giving directions to the kids on the field. Sam’s coach is now my coach too. This evening I tried out his Women’s Soccer Program. It was fun, a good bit of exercise, and also… […]
Imagine Sam’s delight when we were instructed–practically warned–by the mattress salesman to stomp on our new bed “until the point of exhaustion.” It’s a Tempur-Pedic mattress and apparently the special foam cells need to be softened up. We jumped on the thing off and on all day. I don’t think Sam ever reached her point […]
Mattress shopping is the BEST shopping. Since we’re not buying a house (we could not come to an agreement on price with the seller of the brick ranch), we decided to buy a new mattress instead. Our current mattress has been giving me a sore back since June. The new mattress should last us 20 […]
Last time we saw the Wizard was in Brighton in 2008. Sam was so terrified of the witch and the pyrotechnics and the scary music that accompanied her that she buried her face in her dad’s chest and slept through the entire second act. Three and a half years makes a big difference. Sam thought […]
in the woods out back of our house–our current house–likely to remain our residence a while longer. (House purchase negotiations are still pending.) I’m pretty sure this swamp is the source of the frog serenades we hear at night.
80 degree weather today woke the Morning Glories up.
After French Club, the kids put on an impromptu rendition of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Tristan played Mr. Bucket, Heidi played Charlie, and Sam played Mrs. Bucket and Grandpa Joe.