Thursday, November 15, 2012
Thursday, November 1, 2012
fall bike rides!
we took the boys down to the hanson larson memorial park to do a little bike riding on this one really easy trail. i'm hoping to give them a taste of single track so in a year or 2 we can start going wild on the mb trails in our area. it was an amazing fall day, not too hot or cold and not to sunny or overcast. we haven't been able to get finn off his strider since he finally figured out how to ride it a few weeks ago. he's on it in the house and outside, makes this mommy proud. i got some cool kids is all i can say!
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
halloween time
we're been getting into the holiday spirit round here. we painted pumpkins the other day, did cookies, and now we're waiting for halloween eve to get our pumpkin carving on. kids have their costumes picked out and are ready for the big night. hope you all have a ghoulish evening filled with lots of treats!
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
scheherazade
Scheherazade
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
we’re inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we’ll never get used to it.
and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
we’re inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we’ll never get used to it.
Richard Siken (2005)
baby's corner
decorating of the baby's corner is officially done! just a few more months and she'll be here.
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| my absolute favorite part of her room, it glows! |
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