Strickly Speaking

Oh my dear, sweet, Blaise. My baby. How is it that you are two years old? No longer technically a baby, yet I still call you "baby...

We started with donuts. And when you think about it, any day that starts with donuts can't be that bad, right? There were no t...

My darling Jude, I'm sitting at my computer and typing this letter up to you. I haven't blogged in a million years (okay, a few mo...

It's a new year and I'm still taking pictures on the third!  Blaise is always, always busy, moving, doing, getting into trouble. ...

Wishing you so much love and joy and peace this Christmas and in the new year! These verses have been stirring in my heart with hop...

It's the day of our Christmas party and I'm excited and happy that I got a lot of what needed to be done ahead of time so I can...

We survived 10 days without Jamie! He got in last night and we were all super psyched to see him again. I love watching my boys love on thei...

Of course it would snow practically every day that Jamie's been away. I haven't shovelled the driveway yet. Eep. It is beautiful ...

Today we went with my family for the annual Christmas tree hunt and chop. It sounds so barbaric. But it's always so much fun, even if...

I've been dog sick for the last two days. It's kinda weird, actually because I wasn't hugely congested although that was part of...

Weekend links are back, folks! Blaise's hat / Joe Fresh  {bought in store} The tree is up, the candles are burning, some present...

The smell of Christmas. I've been simmering a pot on my stove and it's making the whole house smell delightful!  All you need is: ...

Blaise has been such a ham these days. It's such a fun {but ridiculously busy} age. He's dropped his morning nap and has started to ...

Nobody sits still in this house any more. Not even me. Only I wish I could. But I digress. Needless to say, life is BUSY! Blaise wants...

Last week worlds collided. Our best friends from Uganda came to visit us from New Jersey! The Hallahans {you can read about our times in Uga...

Dear Noah, You are 6 years old. Six! You are funny and smart and tender-hearted and likeable and curious and feisty and I love you more th...

It's still the third! I missed last month. But I'm getting my blog groove back {I think}. These boys... I love them so. This ...