All Boyds, all the time.
True, there’s stlou.org. But this is easier.
Since we’ve been spending a fair amount of time preventing our children from scaling bookcases and leaping off of armchairs, we finally took the plunge and built something that is actually designed for little monkeys to climb on. Continue reading “Jungle gym”
Sometimes if you really love something, you have to let it go — especially when you can’t walk through the basement without tripping over it anymore. Continue reading “Pruning the Leaves”
My “job hunt”:/news/2009/new-work-at-home-and-away/ earlier this year made us confront the real possibility of moving away from our beloved city of Chicago. We know God loves the whole world (and we love it, too) — but we’ve definitely been glad to stay put. Continue reading “Chicago joys”
I’ve been wanting to make this movie for a couple years, and this weekend the time finally came. It’s “StrollerCam”: a family of four does one mile in under two minutes. Continue reading “StrollerCam”
Lately, I’ve been discovering what amazing things can be accomplished when I have two hands free and several hours at home. Continue reading “Gardening moments”
You wouldn’t expect that a mom with a six-month-old baby would gobble up tips from an efficiency consultant. But that is exactly what has happened. Continue reading “Getting Things Done, by David Allen”
Having a baby in the house definitely adds new dimensions to one’s spending patterns. Jon and I have been doing our best to prepare for this, and so far we are doing pretty well. Here are a few ways we’ve made creative adjustments to our budget in preparation for Lucy’s arrival. Continue reading “Getting thrifty”
Hooray! Lucy has arrived at her home here on Saint Louis Avenue, and so far she seems to like it. At least, she seems to like it if we can judge from the fact that she has [1] slept and [2] nursed the whole two hours she’s been here. Continue reading “Lucy gets home”
A bit of excitement last night: we discovered signs of an attempted break-in at our house. Lucky for the evil-doer I wasn’t around, or he would have met Papa Bear defending his den. Continue reading “Don’t mess with Papa Bear”