Navigating life as a pilot's wife and misadventurous mom.
Tweet Part of Perfect Moment Mondays… It’s not often I have a hard time choosing which part of the past week was the most perfect moment, but today I’m struggling with just that. So, rather than rule any of them more worthy than the other, I’m throwing them all in Santa’s hat: Wednesday: I baked [...]
Tweet Yesterday, I was a little down. Funny how Holidays can sometimes do that to you when it’s supposed to be a time of great joy. But, then occasionally, something triggers the blues when you’re least expecting it. For me, all it took was a cheap table and some dishes to break me down. My [...]
Tweet We’re just beginning to build holiday traditions in our home. This Thursday will only be the third time I’ve ever cooked a full turkey dinner. If our Thanksgiving dinner guests are reading this, don’t worry, my last two turkeys were quite edible. Once they were smothered in gravy. Or, at least the dog thought [...]
Tweet Disney On Ice presents: Let’s Celebrate! For the first time ever, this all-new Disney Celebration is coming to Denver, and you could WIN tickets to opening night! It’s one colossal party on ice, with all your favorite Disney friends! Enjoy a winter wonderland with Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse, a Halloween haunt with [...]
Tweet Part of Perfect Moment Mondays… We spent this weekend frolicking in the snow at one of our very favorite Rocky-mountain resort towns, Winter Park. The words “frolicking” and “snow” are two words I never thought I’d use together. That was before meeting my husband, Danny, who turned me from desert-dwelling, river rat into mile-high-living, [...]
Tweet Winter said good morning yesterday with a glint in its’ eye and the flash of a pearly-white smile, “I’m here! Aren’t you glad to see me?” “Why, yes. Yes I am!” I found myself thinking. What a sight it was to wake up to after the first snow clouds from the night before had [...]
Tweet Over the past week, Reagan and I have been puzzling out pronouns. Following is just one of our actual conversations: Reagan: What’s his name? Me: Her. What’s her name. R: Because he’s a girl? Me: Because she’s a girl. R: Then, what are boys? Me: Boys are he’s and his. R: Who’s his? Me: [...]
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