My husband is gone for work this week and Henry is missing him like crazy. This is the kid who counts down the minutes until Graham gets home on the weekdays, and wants to spend every hour with him on weekends. We've actually had to monitor the time between them to make sure our daughters are getting one-on-one moments with Dad too. For a kid who lives his life out loud, it is pretty tough for Henry to control his disappointment when Graham is gone. I am certainly still the nurturer for my son, . . .
Today is our Winnie's second birthday and we are going to blow it up big—toddler-style—for her. Balloons and cupcakes and singing. A trip to her favorite place in the world: the grocery store down the street. Where she can turn the steering wheel in the green car cart and find the choo-choo train near the deli meats. We'll even time our visit to the top of the hour so we can be there when the rooster crows in the produce department. Oh Wegmans, I hope you know how much simple pleasure you . . .
I can't quite remember when I started making my pomegranate sangria, but it has been my Thanksgiving contribution for at least the last 8 years (I definitely remember making these when the twins were babies because mama needed SOMETHING). It's not the most expensive drink in the world, but it does require some prep (I recommend making it at least several hours beforehand to allow time for the fruit to soak up the alcohol). It uses the best of what's fresh and seasonal at the . . .
There is a phenomenon happening in my home right this minute and it is called MY PRE-TEEN. If ever I thought the season of bonding, secret telling, and laughter at the dinner table would last forever, my firstborn has set me straight. It was temporary and it is over. For now at least. My pre-teen comes home every afternoon, lugging her 40 lb backpack full of all the middle school things, grabs a bag of chips from the pantry and jaunts upstairs to her room. Any hope of conversation is met with a . . .
As a former military family, November 11th is a special day in our home. Honoring the armistice signed by Germany and Allied troops on November 11, 1918—100 years ago today—Veterans Day is a time to esteem those past and present who have defended the nation we love. In our house, the kids ask Graham to pull out his Army uniform and tell them about his badges and crests. Often, he shares stories of the fellow soldiers he served alongside in the Philippines and Afghanistan in 2007, 2008, 2010, and . . .