(photo courtesy of my father-in-law, Eric Reiner, with a little editing done by instagram)

We have spent quite a lot of time this last week or so with our heads in the clouds dreaming.

Dreaming of a big adventure.

Dreaming of a big change.

Because that’s who we are, who I am. I am a dreamer.

I’m not yet sure if this latest dream is truly the path for us and for our family but for now it is a dream, it is our dream. And it is perfect the way dreams should be.

Exciting. Fresh. New. Ripe with opportunity.

Have you got any good new dreams lately?




Glimpses from the Day




It’s kind of fun. Planning to do a photo post of the day. It forces me to keep out the camera and document our everyday, mundane moments. The comings and goings of our lives. Also helps that I just got instagram yesterday and had a BLAST playing around with it!

Hope your Wednesday was a good one!










Boredom and Building Roads

First, let me preface this by saying that we have been in our home since Sunday (aside from a very brief trip to the post office). In our home. Within these walls. For five days.

As much as I like my home, and I do, this has been a little much.

We started the week with a sick baby. Then it took down Ewan. We’ve had fevers and croup and a whole bunch of runny noses. We’ve had a big one saying, “I’m happy, but I’m not so good.” We’ve had lots of cuddles and stories and lying around. We’ve also had a bit of boredom.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I think boredom is good. I think it is important. I think boredom forces us to come up with new plans, new ideas. Boredom gives us the space to dream.

After all, were it not for the boredom, I wouldn’t have the worlds largest masking tape highway running through our entire home right now.

What started as a simple undertaking with a roll of masking tape has taken on a life of its own. It reminds me of the “If you give a mouse a cookie” story.

If you build some roads, they are going to need some lines.

And then some parking lots.

And with all the traffic jams,

you’ll definitely need some stop signs (lights, too).

And it’s not over. Today we spent time painting buildings (a grocery store, an ice cream cone shop, and First Slice) that we’ll finish tomorrow.

Truth be told, I don’t know who is having the most fun with this whole project. I suppose that’s the best way.

I’ll keep you updated on our little town. I’m sure there will be much to show as it turns into a booming metropolis.


Books and Library LOVE!

We are surrounded by books.

Stacks on the coffee table and shelves.

A book mobile overflowing.

And yet we always have a basket filled to the brim with 20+ treasures from the library.

Oh, the library. What a wonderful and magical place. I have really come to appreciate it more now as a mama, now that it is a part of our routine. Now that it is a place that my boys are coming to know and love and appreciate as well.

One thing I lament, however, is that I don’t feel like as much of a reader since having kids.

I mean I can probably count, on one hand, the number of books I’ve read by myself since Xander came along. It’s been nearly a year.

But then I look at the stacks and the piles. I take stock of all the books I read, each and every day. Sure, the books all have pictures in them. But if anything I am more of a reader now than I ever have been (university/grad school years excepted).

But more than being a reader myself, I am raising readers. Two of them.

I am raising boys who love books. Who adore libraries. I am raising boys who can lose themselves in a  good story. I am raising boys who know the simple pleasure of curling up alone or with someone else in a cozy spot with a good book.

And that’s pretty amazing.