Category: Ethos

In no particular order: Weekends. Saturday, Sunday. Husband home. Nothing on the calendar. Hot coffee with freshly whipped cream. (It has been precisely twelve days since my last Starbucks… don’t I get a key-chain, or something?) Small town parades. Horses and marching bands. Meandering bike rides. Drive-in movie theaters. Fixing a salad in the backyard. A…

I’ve found my happy place, my tranquil reprieve from the stress and sterility of medical offices. It’s a 1970’s folk-rock playing, back porch swingin’ kind of place. An oasis of glistening aspens; of earthen, piney aroma, where entire families of quail scurry underfoot and hummingbirds dart just overhead. Husband’s parents have settled in the mountains of Central Oregon,…

Sometimes, I wish I could go back in time. To live on a farm, live off the land. Raise animals, grow vegetables and cook from scratch. Have a whole mess of kids and let them run wild. I suppose I don’t really need a time-machine to do those things– to varying degrees my family is already doing them in…

Oh Vitamix, how I adore and covet thee. Truly, you are sovereign over all other kitchen appliances. I have a serious case of blender envy. All the cool kids have a Vitamix blender. Even Handsome Husband’s Grandpapa has one. Would it be terribly inappropriate for me to ask him to will it to me? Too forward?…

Our first-born’s birthday isn’t until mid-April, but once we return from China it will be right around the corner. Since I’m an admitted Over-The-Top-Birthday-Party-Planner, I figured it was time to officially get my party ducks in a row. We’ve had a theme in mind for her for over a year: our typical extravaganza of a…

Alternatively entitled: “Literary Distractions For The Duration Of Our Wait” and/or “Books I’ll Surely Neglect After Bringing Home Our Toddler”. I’ve always been a  book-worm. Pretty sure it all started with The Baby-Sitter’s Club… I accumulated every single book in the series as a tween. (Though we weren’t called Tweens at the close of the…

Last week I gave up coffee. Well, caffeine. And deodorant. Which leads to my profession of new-found love for essential oils. A couple adoptive-mamas gifted me with a Doterra set at my recent baby shower for Little Brother, which I had secretly been coveting but didn’t want to spend the money on. (See: Funding An Adoption.) I knew my pseudo-Hippie lifestyle…

I admit it, I didn’t get it. In 2008, when Smarty-Pants Husband uploaded our Disneyland pics onto a self-hosted web-log to share with family/friends, I audibly scoffed at him. Why did we need a personal website?! We weren’t selling anything! He explained that we could continue to post photos there and journal online, but I…