Category Archives: Days in the Life of Us

Day #335 It’s beginning to smell like Christmas

When I stepped into the first floor landing of our office at the start of lunch today a delicious, delicate, fresh scent was floating up from below. The scent of fresh pine. The smell of winter. I followed my nose down the stairs and into the lobby. Yup. Sure enough there was a brand new…

Day #327 Sheltered [Dinosaur Error]

I had a nice post all written up about this photo. It was about underestimating our kids’ capacity to understand the brutal law of the jungle. I even had an intelligent-sounding reference to Lord of the Flies and an explanation involving five little monkeys and a crocodile and why taunting is dangerous to your health (hint:…

Day #326 “Innocence tube”

The Mister doesn’t take anywhere near as many photos as I do, but when he does they’re usually excellent. He has a knack for capturing the truly funny side of parenting. This was a photograph he took while I was out of the house yesterday. I thought it was an excellent composition. Our  friends, however,…

Day #325 Giving thanks, the Irish way

Years and years ago I was studying abroad in London. I went to visit a college friend who was studying abroad in Dublin and she introduced me to the Mister. Fast forward and we both ended up in Ireland and she imported to our circle of Irish friends the American pot luck Thanksgiving Dinner tradition.…

Day #317 How to stir trouble and marital discord

Our family is ailing somewhat at this point. I’m recovering from a very nasty bout of flu, the Mister has a sprained ankle, and Hawkeye has had an increasingly worsening cough, prompting me to take him back to the doctor this morning before our trip out west to Nana’s house. Now, normally the ladies at…

Day #314 Stricken

I’ve been stuck down with the flu, despite getting a flu shot. Lucky me catching one of the less common strains. So, bedridden and achy and thoroughly disgruntled, all I have for you is another result from playing around with Portra. An old photo, this. From when Hawkeye was a baby. I miss napping with…

Day #312 Helping

The end of ever-increasing incrementally exhausting number of days began with me waking up not even knowing if my mother had made her flight to Dublin and ended in a bar with a friend’s birthday party, full of people I dearly loved seeing, but costing so much effort from my non-existent energy reserves that I…