Tuesday, April 21, 2015


Lottie ran out of steam at 4:47 this afternoon. 
She went into her room alone, sat down and probably read some books, 
then probably played with her 
dolls and foxes and then she finally fell asleep.
I thought I'd seize the moment and so I took my sweet time 
while making dinner. Then I woke her up to eat about hour and half later.
I wish I hadn't let her sleep that long because as I type this-- at 10:52 pm,
Lottie is hanging out wide awake in my bed.

But you know I secretly love it.

Monday, April 20, 2015

Queen Mother

Last week we celebrated my mother.  She turned 70 years old!
I was in charge of making her a cake.  
Lottie helped me in the kitchen, and since Jimmy is gone
she took over his old job by licking all the utensils and bowls clean for me,
its really quite a deal.
At dinner all nine of us toasted my mother with expressions of 
love, memories, and appreciation.
 Sadly missing at the dinner were brothers Andrew and Topher (who skyped in).
We also played a "Jeopardy" type guessing game that my sister Page prepared.  
We answered questions about my mom's life, education, qualities, friends, 
and other tidbits.  I am proud to say that I knew most of the answers.
 The next morning I went to visit Mom and help her set up her new iPhone.
Welcome to the world mom!!
I also helped her reconnect with her instagram account that my
 sister Courtney set up about a year ago.
Good luck MOM!

Friday, April 17, 2015


( Topher, Mom, Lucy, Page, Matt, Stevie, Jesse, Andrew, Courtney, Me)

Today is my Mom's 70th birthday.  
I have been thinking about why I love my mom and what she has taught me.  
When I remember living at home in my early life and teenage years, 
the image I have of my mother is of her moving.  
She's cleaning the kitchen, weeding the garden, emptying the dishwasher, 
doing laundry (and she's calling me "Stephy"), wiping down counters,
doing her bills, folding endless piles of clothes, and probably making pancakes.
But while she is doing these things she is also talking to me and listening too!
Growing up, my mom was constant. 
 I always knew I could count on her
to be home when I got home from wherever I was at 
most any hour of the day.
She sent me off to school,
greeted me when I got home from school,
saw me to bed,
and was there when I woke up.
I am eternally grateful
for the sacrifices she made for me (and my family) to give
us such a beautiful and safe childhood, and just generally
always being there. 

I love you mom.

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