Milly Dotsey and the Boy Who Lived

I started reading Harry Potter books to Milly when she was in Kindergarten, going on five years ago now. I remember the first few nights of reading it, snuggled up in my bed in the townhome-style apartment we lived in for a year. It wasn’t very long at all, I think the second night I read to her, when she volunteered to start reading it. I remember being impressed with her ability to read words like “muggle” and “Dumbledore” without missing a beat. Since we only read on the weekends she stayed with me (and a bit more during summer vacation), it took a really long time to get through the books. Eventually, I can’t remember with which book, I got …

Mall Babies

Phoenix is the one in the foreground in this picture, but Fawkes is in the background. First of all, I would like to give a shout out to someone who seems to be a fan of the site. I got a text message from a friend who has been going through some tough times, and I was told that on more than one occasion, this person clicked a link to this site from Facebook, read it and kept clicking on other stories at the end of that one. They said, “your blogs, I think more so your writing itself, not necessarily the content, are very peaceful for lack of a better word…. Maybe it’s the distraction of getting lost in the …

Labor Day 2018

Looking back on the past few Labor Days, I lamented to Tristen this weekend that we used to travel. Well, we didn’t last year because Tristen was just finishing up her first trimester and wasn’t feeling great anyway. This year it would have been hard to go anywhere with two six-month-old babies. We did have a really good extended weekend though. Our friend Steven told us a few weeks ago in a group text that he was going to be in town and wanted us to meet his girlfriend. Figuring people might spend too much time trying to thinknwhatnto do, indecided we’d have a cookout and invite a bunch of people over. With the boys, we don’t get to see …

Phoenix Eggs?

(No, I know the image here has absolutely nothing to do with the title of this post or most of the content of it, but it does tie in with the last paragraph, I don’t have any pics from the one real event of the day, and you probably wouldn’t like to see a titular picture.) Seriously, every time Fawkes and Phoenix seem to be on the verge of consistently sleeping well, we get a night or two of bad sleep. Last night they were both awake a little after 11:00 with no signs of going back to sleep, unless kicking and flailing and making noise is a sleep sign we missed. Same thing happened just a little bit ago …