• We Are There

    During one of the busiest points of grad school at Yale for Chris, he came home one night to find a hearty, home cooked meal: Chinese take out. We ate at our tiny…

  • Graaaaaaacie Girl

    Through all the change that’s been going on around us lately, there has been one constant, shining, bright spot. One place I can always go for a little break in the day’s hectic…

  • In Our House

    In our house, pants are optional only if you’re potty training (no matter what my husband tells you…). In our house, we don’t own a scale because we’re more concerned with how good…

  • Part II: Vacay Pictures!

    Ginny and John Michael got into town late on Friday night, so Saturday morning we got right down to the business of vacationing. Chris and I made a breakfast casserole for everyone (which…

  • Sharing Tutus

    “Hi, Gracie,” I said. “Hi, Mom!” “I really like your tutu.” “Thanks,” she said. “Do you think I could borrow it?” I asked. “No, way, Mom!” “How come?” I asked. “Cause it’s mine!”…

  • My Husband’s Rut

    One of my favorite characteristics in Chris is that he is unshakable.  Unstoppable.  Unflappable.  You know that phrase, “He takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’?”  They basically wrote that about Chris.  There…

  • Incommunicado

    I am terrible at communication. (Which is odd. Because I am a blogger.) Specifically any kind of communication which involves technology. (Again, this is odd. Because I am a blogger.) Emails sit in…