Category Family

Creek Jots, Mid-July

â–¶ Our pasture is cut for hay, finally. We’ve been anguishing over the fate of our hay since last fall. Just this past weekend, it’s done. So for a few days, we’ll have a “Sound of Music” meadow to romp…

Her Favorite Pony is a Dog

Mighty quiet around here. About a week ago, this was a busy place. And Taryn met the biggest dog of her short lifetime: Jesse, at #126.   Obviously, she overcame her angst around large dogs. Tsuga’s 85 pounds were dashing…

on human bandage

this is only the fifth day of confinement——less than a week of house arrest for my left hand and wrist, and I would just as well be done with it. It’s not painful. It’s not bloody. It’s just a bloody…

That’s What It’s All About

Prompted by the thirty-somethingth squeaky recitation of the Elmo Hokey Pokey, my mom (re)told the story on me that she uses to mark my beginnings as a non-player of silly games. I guess I’ve always had my elbows out and…

The First (Family) Noel

We’ve had a packed house at Chez First on Goose Creek. There were nine of us–probably the most people sleeping under this old tin roof of a night since it was abandoned as an alter-native commune in the late 90s.…

Baby Physics Part Two

Also observed, in the world of baby physics, is the infants’ ability to create action at a distance. Only a few examples will be offered to illustrate this principle as exemplified by the young Abbster. Take a sturdy box (or…

Baby Physics Part One

Found most accidentally in the blog archives, I had to stop what I was doing and read through this post from almost exactly eight years ago, and decided to re-post it. The laws of small bodies have not changed since.…

Baby Henry: an Update

Some of you will remember back in September when our family story turned a tragic page. Our grandson, Henry, did not come easily or well into this world. But he is now four months old and facing a very uncertain…

Exuberance

It was a kind of safety valve behavior I suppose, though I barely remember the days when I had so much surplus energy that I set about finding a way to get rid of it so I could rest. “Watch…

Gonna Be Mighty Quiet ’round Here

I have to help the kids get packed so won’t be able to get the gallery up this morning. Here’s one from yesterday and one last visit to our special hydroaction ColdTub Spa that some young ladies seem so fond…

A Special Gift

They wanted to do something special for Alfred. They succeeded. We wondered why our neighbors had turned around in our driveway the night before the Green Cake Party. Now we know that it was the last trial run–and the farthest…

Sweet Green Icing: McAlfred Park

This time, nobody dropped the cake in the rain, so the occasional attempts to channel Richard Harris thankfully didn’t get very far last night as we celebrated Ann’s dad Alfred’s upcoming 95th birthday. Three years ago, same cake, same crowd,…