parenting

I imagine a fair number of you have been skiing. If you have, then you can surely relate to the feeling of taking off a pair of ski boots after you’ve had them on for a whole day. They’re clunky and very restrictive, and when you take them off, it’s amazing how much lighter your feet and legs feel. Like they’ve suddenly been freed from something you didn’t realize was as bad as it was. Now imagine that you’ve had ski boots on for months. Years even. Imagine what it would feel like to take them off, even for a

Hard to believe this was my seventh year going to the Daddy/Daughter dance. This means DC was 4 the first time I took her. (You can read that blog entry over here. Checking it out, I was surprised to remember DC was so skeptical of going the first time we went. It’s become such a tradition that we just don’t question it these days. MC never needed coaxing, because she’d seen DC get to go before and so automatically assumed it was Not To Be Missed.) It was a smaller group this year, as friends have moved away or their

Tomas is off today on a “simple” canoe trip. Heading off in Northern Maine for a three night/four day adventure with the other young men in our church. They’ll be traveling about 40 miles, from what I’m told. He left at 6:30 this morning and won’t be back until Saturday. I don’t think I ever did a single campout trip with a youth group growing up. I went away to summer camp quite a few years, but in terms of your standard “bunch of boys going camping,” that never happened. Tomas has now done a few of them, and I’m