Friday we picked up our 4.5 year old, H, at kindergarten. She smiled as she came out the door and then ran right past us down the sidewalk.
“Hey, wait up H!”
“You’re too fast for Mom.” (Why does mom continue to talk about herself in the third person? I don’t know why I do this.)
She gets to the end of the sidewalk and continues into the intersection.
“STOP!” Continue reading
It is beginning to dawn on me that each family member’s sabbatical goals may be orthogonal to one another’s. When you write them in a list, they do at first look parallel on their own little bulleted lines, but when you go to implement them, you find yourself walking in different directions and, most certainly, at different speeds. Continue reading
“Mommy, talk about cheese.” H (3) asks as we pass a quaint church with cows on the train up to the mountains.
“Well, let’s see…where to start?” I then launch into a twenty-minute ramble about rain, and grass, and cows, and milk, and pectin, and salt, and cheese robots, and aging, and then shipping it to Costco. She listens patiently, prompting me to continue on after each section with a cute “Say the next part, Mommy.”
When I finally say that is all I know about cheese, she asks “But what about the part where they kill him?” Continue reading
On a day threatening to rain we thought we’d stay (relatively) close to home and explore Basel a bit. We first went to find my work on public transportation so that on my first day I wouldn’t arrive two hours late after being overtaken by tram-pirates (I have not heard that is a thing, but I imagine it might be, and so am now worried about it, which is totally normal). We found work without incident but it was closed, which makes sense since it was a Swiss holiday. (Whit Monday; apparently that is a thing, but I don’t know enough to worry about it. Perhaps that is when pirates take the day off to plan their next tram attack? OK, now I’m worried.) Continue reading
We’ve now been here three days, but it feels a bit longer. Perhaps because at least of one us gets up around 4:00 am and, since the floors creak if you even look at them funny, then everyone else is up too. I’ve been wondering if there is any sort of “WD-fairy” that would come and fix them for a small fee or a pound of flesh—I’m open to almost any price at this point. Continue reading
You may have noticed in Barry’s last post about packing there was not much mention of actual packing. Since writing about packing does not actually put things into bags, I’ve been delaying the former in favor of the latter. But today is the day we leave Colorado and we are finally packed! Continue reading
Some people suggested getting the kids involved in the paring down process, help them understand what we’re doing, the small amount we’re able to take with us, etc. So several weeks ago I pulled out a giant box and asked them each to put in some old toys and clothes they didn’t wear anymore. After several days of evaluating their rooms and searching their souls for the material things they truly needed, they filled that box with one book and half of a broken toy. Continue reading