Monthly Archives: July 2006

Father, daughter Born by the water Surf’s up, sun’s down Life in a beach town Shells sink, Dreams float Life’s good on our boat *Delaney Talks To Statues by Jimmy Buffett

Several people have e-mailed about our forays to the beach, wondering how our days are, and what we do. “Do you ever get tired of going to the beach?” “How do you keep the kids from getting too much sun?” … Continue reading →

Home from a long trip. Tired. More later!

Yesterday I went to my first day of work after being home for more than 3 years. It was surreal to be in something other than shorts, and to talk with someone without them grabbing my face and yanking it … Continue reading →

I have decided that the only relationships I am interesting in having anymore are with my husband and kids. Anything else is too draining. I just have to wonder if anyone in this world is genuine anymore? I try to … Continue reading →

My daughter….the one that I have longed for all of my life. The one that I went through miscarriage hell for. The one that I love with all of my heart and soul. She is driving me up the ever … Continue reading →

We are blowin’ and goin’, so I am sorry if my posts are short, boring and non-existant for a bit. I am reading your blogs in between outings, as I can’t bear to get too far behind on your lives! … Continue reading →

So, today at the pool I saw a friend that lives down the street. She came over and said, “I have a story to tell you about your son”. Apparently, her husband volunteered a day and night at Boy Scout … Continue reading →

Pizza Rustica Dough: 2 packages dry active yeast 2 cups whole wheat flour 3 cups ubleached white flour 2 cups hot water (120-130 degrees F) 6 tablespoons olive oil Ground rock salt to taste In a large bowl, combine yeast … Continue reading →

I announced in the afternoon that I would be making pizza for dinner. It was met with cheers, hugs and general excitement. Until they saw the pizza. “That isn’t pizza!” “Where is the cheese?” “It has broccoli on it” “Is … Continue reading →

Is this a girl thing? I mean, I did nawthing. She potty trained herself. The boys? They were sawmthing else altogether. I brought down the little wooden potty from the attic, and turned her loose on it. Oh, and I … Continue reading →

This would be a paternal trait. Bill usually obsessively vacuums with his clothes on, though.

The other docs were off all weekend, so Bill was stuck working. We soooo wanted to head to the coast in the Little House, but it just didn’t work out that way. So, we got up super early Tuesday morning … Continue reading →

I have squealed, clapped, gawked in wonder at, and praised more turds in the last 2 weeks, many more times than I would like to admit. The wonder of the poop! Potty training at its finest! Go Mama Mia! Cheer … Continue reading →

…………for the crabs, that is. 1/2 of the Alaskan King Crab leftovers:

There was a different kind of parade that went down Main Street this afternoon. There were no crowds lining the street to watch. There were no drums. No trumpets. No music of any kind. Cars slowed, looked at the participants, … Continue reading →

They pass with our hands on our hearts The long parade Curls and floats It is going to be one hot day