In June, Aila had a big weekend. Continue reading “Aila’s Big Weekend”
Andy and I usually go up to Yosemite at least once or twice a year. It feels like home and we need our fix. If we bring our kids up right, hopefully they’ll feel the same way about our backyard – four hours away is basically backyard, right? – National Park. Continue reading “Our Yosemite Fix”
In December of 2015, I wrote this post about the lack of diversity in children’s books. In it, I shared my goal of becoming a children’s book author. I wanted to give voice to stories untold. I also made some foolish declaration about self-publishing if I couldn’t find a publisher in six months.
I have loved getting to know my precious Aila baby over the last eight weeks. She has filled our home with a peaceful, gentle spirit. This sweet child eats and sleeps all day. She dozes contentedly in any arms willing to hold her – and there are many – with an occasional peek to make sure her snuggler is still attentive. Notwithstanding daily projectile (and I do mean projectile! I’ve never changed clothes so frequently or done so much laundry in my life!) barfs and a rare blowout, our little Squish Ball stays calm, expressing all her concern through her dark violet-grey eyes. Continue reading “Aila Baby”
In March, the hills of Southern California erupted in carpets of color after a wet winter that followed years of extreme drought. This wildflower “superbloom” happens maybe once a decade; the last one occurred in 2005.
This year’s superbloom began just as baby Aila joined our family and was so spectacular it could be seen from space. I was determined to see this rare and magical display of color. Continue reading “Ay, Poppies! Our Road Trip to the Superbloom”