Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
“Hear my soul speak: The very instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your service.” William Shakespeare, The Tempest Isaac did a little light reading of the Bard to help me make a valentine for his daddy. Happy Valentines Day, Chris! No books were (very) injured in the making of this blog…
That’s only half true. We spent the last three years buying crap with an eye toward decorating this home. Rest assured, it’s AWESOME! At first, with junk ankle-deep on every walkable surface, I worried that perhaps our house would look like someone hit us over the head with Asia. Did we exceed Asian saturation? No….
air guitar This is Mr. Isaac. I kind of LOVE him!! He is four months old today and this post is 100% shameless gushy blathering that completely ignores cranky days like last week where the annoying construction guys behind us woke everyone up two hours early. Unashamed doting. As soon as we got in our…
I keep waking up completely disoriented; it’s hard to wrap my head around the glorious fact that all I have to do now is UNpack, not repack our bags and relocate one…two…three more times tomorrow. There is stuff everywhere, but it’s OUR stuff—the stuff we picked up all over the world dreaming of the day…
We live here! If you send us mail it will come to our dashing mailbox and we will step outside and receive it! How novel! As of 4:15pm we are no longer homeless! Isaac is sleeping in his new room.
With any luck this will be our last segment of Motel Living: a guide to better living in makeshift housing. When you are Motel Living it’s important to have beauty products that can do double duty and fit a wide range of weather conditions and situations. Packing a moisturizing, clarifying mask can go a long…
We live in a motel, now what do you think? The baby is too big to bathe in the bathroom sink. The baby bathtub was too big to fit in what we packed, So we put him on the no-slip mat flat on his back. A hand towel underneath his head, he gets a tear-free…
