Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
Chris carried Isaac up and down all the ladders on ship as he gave his dad and us a tour. Look at us NOT repeating past mistakes! He showed us the tower and the bridge. The flight deck was covered in ice and snow. Even the hanger inside was (literally) freezing. Now I understand why…
“Grandad! Come here! I want to show you something!” Isaac corralled Grandad into the kitchen to show him the awesome cheesy photos of our foursome at the aquarium a couple weeks ago. The photos, pinned to the frige with periodic table of element magnets, were a great investment. Isaac points to them while I make…
Chris’ parents arrived safely last night and got to enjoy Norfolk’s coldest February 19th in over 100 years. How cold was it? So cold that Knitting Mill Creek froze completely over all the way down to the Ladayette River. BRRR!! Chris tossed a huge ice chunk onto the iced expanse. Isaac thought that looked like…
This snow is terrible for raising up a snow population. Our attempts at building a snow family peaked with one lone snow mountain man—a man of isolation and mystery. Why does he wear that enigmatic smile? But here’s what this snow IS good for: SNOW HENGE. The top several inches sort of iced over, then…
The first time it snowed I had a fantasy of a delicate cup of tea steaming in the crisp new snow. But…it was cold outside and then the snow melted. Then Winter Storm Octavia gave me another chance! Isaac and Chris mounded up a snow mountain man in the front yard, Eloise snoozed snugly upstairs,…
We kept it simple this year with a family date to O’Connor Brewing Company, a brewery about a mile from our house. We’d heard it was family friendly. With picnic-style benches, dogs, other babies, and a lot of ambient noise, it totally was. The brews are charmingly named after local nautical themes. We got a…
I walked into the grocery store and it hit me: not only is there no gaudy display of King Cakes, plastic babies and shiny beads—there’s no King Cake in the bakery section at all. What. And they call this the South. Well you know what? The one-fifth of my life I’ve spent in Pensacola manifested…
