Thus Far

Thus far today I have:

  • Made breakfast burritos.
  • Spent 30 minutes cleaning up breakfast burritos from the dining room rug.
  • Traumatized my son with a vacuum cleaner.
  • Cleaned a client’s house.
  • Moved a lot of dirt.
  • Put my son down for a nap.
  • Had a popsicle.

And it’s only 11:30AM!

What?  Oh, the vacuum cleaner thing?  Yeeeeeeah.

SO!  You know when your grandmother gets a new vacuum cleaner and calls you to come over and put it together?  And you know when you tell your tool-loving son that he can come too, so he excitedly grabs his favorite taggie, and runs across the street to help?  Then you know when you’ve got it all together, and the hose is lying on the floor, right in front of said favorite taggie, and you plug in the vacuum, not knowing it was on, and you underestimate the powerful sucking capacity of a brand new vacuum, and right in front of your son it sucks up taggie?  AND THEN you know how your son will look at you like you just betrayed him in the worst way by killing his best friend?  You know how you will dig out taggie from the canister, and he’ll sit in front of the washing machine, watching it spin, quietly sobbing, while you’re pretty sure that you’ve just ended your son’s childhood?  You know that feeling?

No?  Oh.  Uuuh….me either.

Schoolgirl Laugh

When Rowan is feeling particularly giddy, he lets out a high-pitched giggle that could rival even the cutest of little girls in pigtails with bows.

Good, old-fashioned fun.

A couple of days ago I set out some dried beans, peas, and pasta for Rowan to “cook” with.  It was an attempt to beat the heat, the rain, and the cold he just can’t seem to shake.  While he was napping I set up a work station with dishes, cups, pans, spoons, and lots of other tools needed for a gourmet meal.

The following is how we spent our afternoon.

The Ingredients

Picking up beans with tongs is harder than you think!


I think he had fun!Sweet boy.

Sweet boy.


West Virginia

Okay, I’ll say it:  I live in West Virginia.  I’ll admit it!   Phew, that’s a load off my mind!

I’m the first to admit that I was ashamed to say it.  My parents moved here about four years ago, and all I could say was, “Why?”  I was currently living in a “cool” place, California, and thought I was cool because of that.  

I had never really given any thought to this state.  I had the television, hillbilly, white trash version of the place, and I was naive enough to believe that’s all there was to West Virgina.  I’m also the first to admit that I was wrong.

Yes, there are certain parts of the state that leave something to be desired.  Yes, there are certain people who fit the stereotype.  For the most part though, it’s a really nice place to live and raise a family.  Here’s why:

  1. It’s clean.  The air is so sharp and crisp, breathing is actually fun!  Cheesy, yes, but how many places on this decreasingly-green planet can actually boast this?
  2. NICEST PEOPLE EVER!  People here still believe in respect, helping your neighbor, and being kind to your fellow-man.  Yes, there are some people who are more judgmental than others, and I wouldn’t exactly call this a forward-thinking state, for the most part, but people genuinely care about others.  I have yet to see someone deny another person’s request for help.
  3. Kid’s are polite.  AMAZINGLY polite.  The have a respect for adults instilled in them from day one.  They still say, “Yes Ma’am and no Ma’am.  Yes Sir and no Sir.”  They do what they are asked, they even help WITHOUT being asked!  Manners are a given, and it’s rare to see a “spoiled” child here.
  4. It’s beautiful!  With the exception of a few run-down trailer parks, the state is gorgeous.  There is so much un-developed land, and what is developed is mostly farm land. 
  5. It’s wholesome.  For sure it has it’s fair share of drugs and crime, like any other state, but it’s like time stopped here in some ways.  Family is important.  Hard work is not feared, and having a reputation is a good thing. 

There are some things that I’m not overly fond of, like the school system.  And the lack of organic products, and places to recycle.  There aren’t many things for young kids to do, and you have to travel an hour and a half to get to a decent store.  Personal health isn’t a big priority, but we’re working on it.  These are all things I can deal with for now. 

All in all, it’s a wonderful place to raise a young man for the first few years of his life.  I hope that he picks up the gentlemanly way of life, and learns to open doors, and pull out chairs.  It may seem old-fashioned, but I think the world needs a little more of that.

When I first moved here, I made some snap judgements that weren’t fair, or justified, and for that I apologize.

A post in which I embarrass my sister and Melissa.


  • We’ve spent the last two weeks being sick.  First there was the puke bug, and now a nasty cold, that is in circulation through the whole house.  We’re just one deplorable ray of sunshine around here.
  • Rowan is a whiz at numbers.  In the past week he has learned to recognize numbers 1-9 by sight.  He can point to a number and say its name.  He loves to count, and will assign any item that is more than one, a number.  It’s usually the number 2, but if you count with him, he’ll get it right.  Most of the time I encourage this, but when he wants to do things like count how many seeds are in the bird feeder, it gets a little annoying.
  • Tomorrow would have been my seventh anniversary with my ex.  I’m handling it better than I thought.  I guess I realize how much better we are apart.  I’m thriving, and have realized how capable and strong I am.  While I will always look back on our good times together with fondness, I have found peace and happiness in my life as a single woman. 
  • My good friend Melissa is coming to visit us next week.  We used to work together when I lived on Cape Cod.  She was *gasp* my supervisor, but first and foremost, my friend.  Such a good friend, in fact, when I returned from a trip to Ecuador, she and my sister did this to my bedroom:

I didn’t take pictures of the tin-foiled underwear, socks, and other random items.  I was still unwrapping things a week later.

Not to mention how they were dressed when they picked me up at the airport.  They even had the security guards in on it!

And now I will die for posting that picture….