Living here at Casa In-Laws and having a toddler means that I’ve gotten to know a lot of their neighbors. I has especially become good friends with our next door neighbors, who are so sweet to Wee One. They have two kids of their own: 16 & 10.
This one is going to be hard to write.
The Wee One and I are flying to be with my folks over the Christmas holiday, and then flying to be with Cohiba’s family over and into the New Year. This is not normally how we do holidays, but this is the way it has to happen this year. She and I leave on Friday, and I’m quite anxious about the trip out. In light of that, today’s Top 10 Tuesday focuses on the good things about being alone with a baby when traveling (flying).
Because, flying with a baby, even with a partner, is a feat.
Today, I have been lucky enough to be a guest blogger on the Seeker’s Dungeon blog and a monthlong series the host is doing on, as the title promises, Walking With Intention.
“The concept of “intention” has never held very much meaning for me beyond a few experiences with Catholic volunteers. It was a nice, though abstract, concept. Living intentionally never became so important to me until I had a baby.”
Check out the rest, and tell me what you think!
This is a weekly post I do to highlight blogs or bloggers who have inspired me in some way during this week – another car on my imagination train!
1. The first entry on this week’s Inspiration Engine is from this post from The Smallest Forest showed some postcards and organic art that they created for a friends/wordpress postcard swap, and it really got me into a place to work on my art journal.
Is there anything like a funeral to put you in a contemplative mood? We buried my grandmother yesterday, and it’s kind of been a little hard for the past few days as we held the wake and the funeral.
Grandma had a complicated relationship with all three of her daughters and then, by extension, me. She could be a bitch on wheels and she drank way too much, which is probably why she could be so loose and cruel with her tongue. Then I remember my last phone call with her and how sweet it was. So that makes me think about love and different ways of showing it.