Katherine wanders out into the kitchen at 7:10. John and I have been up since 5:50, but we let her sleep. K: I’m snoozy. And stretchy. And a lot hungry. Me: The eggs are in the pan over there. Help yourself! John: Those sound like Smurfs. Me: What? Eggs? John: No, Snoozy, Stretchy and Hungry….
Ville de Québec
We spent the Labour Day weekend this year in Québec City. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision based on a profound need for some time spent exploring, just us three and may have been one of the nicest little vacations I’ve ever had. We have never really travelled. It was something that we just…
Keeping track
I’m a big believer in keeping track of things. It’s a form of self-defense. I think people with excellent imaginations need physical records to rein in their emotional responses to perceptions on a regular basis, providing a reality check, as it were. Where things like one’s own athletic performance and body composition/shape/size are concerned, it…
It still works
“You’re mocking me again.” It’s a familiar breakfast refrain in our house. I used to wonder why he married me, until I realized that I am a source of constant entertainment and bemusement to him. “Only you would make a game out of cleaning up, ” was his retort. “I’m a mother. THAT’S WHAT WE…
Return of the blog
I’ve been reading and reviewing old blog entries from when Katherine was little lately and laughing, laughing, laughing at our family life. How did we ever stagger through those crazy toddler-filled years full of catastrophe? There was never enough time. There was less than no money. John was often working 60-70 hours per week and…
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 