Category: Adventure

  • Spring Ahead

    Spring Ahead

    Perhaps it was last week’s daylight savings, or perhaps the abundance of scurrying prairie dogs spying their shadows; whatever the reason, spring seems to have arrived early here in Montana. The frozen pond behind our house has thawed. The birds have returned and are chirping incessantly. It reminds me of my all-time favorite song, my heartbeat…

  • New Nest

    New Nest

    I should be unpacking. Moving is like childbirth. It’s horrendous, JUST the worst… But worth it for the end result, which is why some crazy folks choose to do so more than once in a lifetime. We selectively forget the bad (e.g. having to be out of an impeccably cleaned old house by 4pm on Thursday, though only…

  • A Big Year

    A Big Year

    2014 was one of those years. Along with 2001, 2005, and 2007 (the years we were married, and birthed our two daughters, respectively), it will, to our family, forever remain sacred and set apart… The year we welcomed Little Man into our family. An eighteen month endeavor (and I thought carrying both our girls to 41 weeks was a…

  • Just in Time for Christmas

    Just in Time for Christmas

    This morning I woke and made the kids a stinky, hot breakfast. The sink is still full of dirty dishes. The counters are covered in clutter, the floor littered with toys, books and blankies, and our beds are unmade. And I don’t care. Can you guess why? If you’ve been following along, you’ll recognize this as…

  • Carpe-ing the Diem

    Carpe-ing the Diem

    I recently happened upon a group of guys encircling a gaggle of girls– all clearly college kids. The menfolk were attempting to persuade the reluctant gals to join them on an impromptu sledding adventure in the fresh powdery snow. I couldn’t help but be disappointed to hear the girls launch a myriad of excuses, declining…

  • On the Market

    On the Market

    Three mornings in a row we’ve had showings at our house. I’m super grateful, (The Bozeman market is cray-cray, it’s like 2004 up in here!) but three mornings in a row have found me refusing to cook my family breakfast, for fear of offending aromas. Poor Husband, we are breakfast people (hence the backyard chickens), and he’s been…

  • On Hospitality

    On Hospitality

    Since returning from our recent nomadic venturing, I’ve been mulling over the exceptional hospitality that my family was repeatedly shown by those who opened their homes to us. Y’all, I just have the most amazing friends– friends who truly went out of their way to make us feel comfortable and welcome under their roofs. There’s just something sacred about sharing space.…

  • Tree Huggers

    Tree Huggers

    One would assume that, on the tailwind of our recent interstate road-trip, an aimless country drive would be the last way our family would choose to spend our Sunday. They’d be wrong. I blame Montana. And Autumn. And mountains and trees and leaves and clear skies and fresh air. Resistance was futile. In related news, I have…

  • Momentary Nomads

    Momentary Nomads

    Home sweet home… There’s no place like home… Home on the range… Home is where the heart is… Brace yourselves while I wax nostalgic for a spell, I haven’t blogged in over a week.  The kidlets and I just returned home from our nomadic adventure through Montana, Idaho, Washington and Oregon– which shall henceforth officially be…