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Aidan FishingSo sorry for the radio silence this past week. Aidan came down to visit and we were all absorbed by that. Our time with him is so sparse these days with him living in Massachusetts and us down here. What time we have together is savored and way too darn short.

But boy did we cram a lot in while he was here. One of the first things he did was get his fishing license at the local bait and tackle shop. While there I bought a couple crab traps and crabbing supplies.

You can bet there will be future posts on crabbing trips. I’m so excited to do that with my kids as I have very fond memories of crabbing with my dad on the Jersey Shore. Some of my favorite childhood memories for certain.

Aidan dockHe had his license for all of an hour before he went on his first fishing excursion. Maryland is good for that, let me tell you. Fishing piers everywhere. And while he didn’t have much luck this trip, I can say without a doubt that there will be some good eating once the kid moves down here this fall.

As I edited these photos for this post, I noticed that the kid no longer looks like a kid. Someone swapped out a man where a child used to be. My first born has grown up on me.

Harris Crab HouseOne of the things I promised the kids we’d do when we moved here was to have a proper Maryland blue crab dinner. After doing a bit of research, we settled on Harris Crab House because they have solid reviews and an all you can eat option.

With two man sized offspring, I thought this was a good choice. Also, crabs are SO expensive. One tray of jumbos can run over $125! That’s enough to make anyone crabby. So when I read that they had a midweek special of all you can eat crabs plus sides for $50, I thought that was a rather decent deal.

Sure, it’s not cheap, but this is not something you do every day. Or every week for that matter. This is a special occasion kind of meal.

piles of crabsAnd special it was. We as a family are used to the high pay off of eating lobsters. One crack of a claw and you have a mouthful. Crabs are a ton more work but oh so delicious.

It took some instruction from The Colonel who’s skilled in this area, but with some tips and a little wooden mallet, we were picking like experts in no time. Ok, so maybe not like experts. It was ugly. Shell flying everywhere and we left with crab bits in our hair, but dang was it tasty.

Leela and the crab

A Malibu punch bucket. No one need me for the rest of the night.

A Malibu punch bucket. No one need me for the rest of the night.

If you ever get to these parts and find yourself at Harris Crab House, be sure to order the punch bucket. 32 ounces of rum happiness with a splash of some fruity thing mixed in. Boozy and perfect. Oh, and at $11.99 a total bargain. It’s like three cocktails rolled into one. You’ll be glad you did.

Oh Maryland,  you look lovely tonight.

Oh Maryland, you look lovely tonight.

Such a fun time with my kid. I would’ve cried when he left, but he’ll be back in early June. And we had so much fun while he was here, it would’ve spoiled it to get all down and mopey. So for now I will count the days until his return and start looking for places to drop those crab traps.

Because a free crab dinner sounds pretty darn good to me! Now I just need to figure out how to make that punch bucket at home!

The Colonel

The ColonelSo there’s a guy. I bet you knew that was coming, didn’t you? Yup, there’s a man in my life. He’s been here for awhile now, but I’ve been hemming and hawing over introducing you to him. It’s so very odd that I find it more difficult to share things with you than I do my own blood family. Seriously, I’ve been turning this over in my mind every which way trying to figure out how and when to share this with you.

So here we go. Meet The Colonel…

ColonelI think we’ll start with the most ironic part of the whole thing. The Colonel is a retired fighter pilot and former flight trainer. His whole career is centered around aviation and it still is today in his civilian position. The man is addicted to flight.

My long time readers are chuckling over this because they know I’m a complete flight phobic. The idea that a pilot would enter a relationship with a phobic is rather amusing. And indeed, he finds me amusing in this way.

Matter of fact, according to him, he finds me amusing in most ways. He says I bring color to his life. What I think he’s saying is that I’m the jumbo box of Crayola crayons with bonus sharpener. The man wanted color and by God he got it.

We have a tremendous amount of fun together despite the fact that we have few hobbies in common.

I’m a foodie and he’s an eatie. He might not be able to cook, but boy can he EAT! He’s a strapping guy who still gets up at the crack of dawn to do his Marine Corps workout. The man is nothing if not disciplined. And he eats the same way he works out, with gusto. It does my heart good to see him devour whatever I cook. There are very few leftovers after our meals together.

We may not have many hobbies in common, but we share the same beliefs. Politics, spiritual and life views are shared which is important in a relationship. He is the frick to my frack.

The Colonel on the SwingWhile he says I bring color to his life, he brings levity to mine. Playful in spirit, The Colonel is quick to break out in laughter and smiling comes easy to him. We recently went to a water park and he was the one egging the kids onto the slides. I’m convinced he’s part teenager.

And with me he’s equally playful. He’s been known to pick me up when I least expect it, like I’m light as a feather, hoisted right up on his shoulder. There’s something hot about a man who can pick up his woman. Especially when she’s not a petite little thing like me.

His strength is appealing. I never worry for my safety when he’s around because he’s trained to defend. His eyes are always scanning an area to make sure it’s secure. He’s the same way with my kids. Always watching and protecting. I breathe easy when he’s by my side.

What do the kids think of him? They like him very much. He treats them respectfully and they reciprocate. I can’t ask for much more than that at this point. But I will say this, it speaks to his character that he’s willing to take on a woman with four kids. Jumbo box of crayons with sharpener indeed.

The Colonel and MelanieThe Colonel is an all-around good guy and I’m lucky to have him in my life. And as you can see, this is a committed relationship. We aren’t just dating which is why it was high time you meet him. Much more in the months to come. But for today, here he is. You’ve been formally introduced.

First Day at the Stables

BlueYesterday Shannon started riding lessons. I’m not sure who was more excited, her or me. And not even the 90 degree weather could calm our excitement. It was a beautiful day to start something new.

My oldest girl at her first day of lessons. She has her heart set on jumping. Send valium.

My oldest girl at her first day of lessons. She has her heart set on jumping. Send valium.

It didn’t take long for Shannon to get comfortable in the saddle. Matter of fact, she seemed so completely at home perched up on that horse. Like she had been riding for years. Any fears that I had for her safety melted away when I saw how gentle her horse was. A good match, those two.

Shannon riding

Shannon riding blueAnd as you can see, she’s in an English saddle. Her desire is to be trained in show jumping. I’m sure I’ll need some tranquilizers to watch that, but that’s something I can worry about down the road.

Horse Stopping for SnackThis shot I took above was my favorite moment from the day. Shannon was leading her horse back to the barn when all of a sudden it veered off the path and went for a snack of tall grass.

Shannon’s instructor hollered over to her and said don’t let him do that! Lead him away. And at first Shannon looked nervous, like she couldn’t manage this great big animal. But then a determined look washed over her face and she gave him a firm tug. With that, he grabbed one more bite of grass and acquiesced.

Shannon Leading HorseBut you know he wanted more of that tall sweet grass.

Shannon with Saddle

Shannon at Stable

Girls grooming horseAfter her lesson she was instructed to take the saddle off, groom the horse and place him back in his stall. And as she did all of this, I marveled that this is the same child who won’t pick her socks up off her bedroom floor.

CatAnd no farm post would be complete without our new friend Mickey the barn cat. Wholly loved by both of my daughters, Mickey doesn’t have to work too hard for affection. A simple purr and bump against the leg and he’s scooped up lickety split and loved on for as long as he will allow it.

A very successful first lesson. First of many, I’m quite certain.

How about you? Do your kids ride? Is jumping as scary as it sounds?

Finding Joy

ShannonThe kids are now in their third week of school and things are getting easier. Friendships are forming and routines are being established. Peace is coming slowly.

And even though things are settling down, I do find myself reminding the kids to be positive on a daily basis. It’s so easy for them to dwell on what’s not right.

For example, every day my stomach starts to knot when it’s time for the bus to bring them home from school. And it’s not because I don’t want to see them. Of course I do. It’s just that the first thing they do when they get off the bus is tell me all the things that went wrong during their day.

And while I know adjusting to a new school and life is hard, I’d like some good news in the mix. So now when they come home I ask them to tell me two good things about their day before they launch into what went wrong.

I hope this exercise teaches them to look for the good amidst the negative. A good way of thinking that will pay off for the rest of their lives if they practice it. Look for the good. It’s there if you search it out.

This week is packed with good stuff too, I might add. Finding the good should come easy.

Shannon starts horseback riding lessons which has been on her wish list for I can’t even remember how long. Last week she met her teacher and today she takes her first lesson. Leela also starts riding lessons next week, so expect a post with about a million pictures in a jiffy.

Above is Mickey the barn cat who has to be the most chill animal I’ve ever met. He’s one of the many animals residing at the farm where the girls are taking lessons. The girls are smitten already.

Chesapeake BeachAnother place we’ve fallen in love with is Chesapeake Beach. It’s an easy ten minute drive from our home and we adore it. It’s a very nice place to take a walk and chat. A good place for the kids to tell me about those two good things that happened during their day.

Michael and the SamoyedsYet another good thing that’s on the horizon… a puppy. This fall we’ll be welcoming a Samoyed pup into our family. We spent a day with some sweet little Samoyed fur balls a couple of weeks ago and we are so excited that we’ll have one of our own. So much more on this down the road, but needless to say the kids are beyond excited about this prospect.

SangriaSo where am I finding joy? Right where I’m at. I’m feeling a peace I haven’t felt in a long time. My kids are adjusting which was my greatest worry. Now that I know they’ll be ok, I can breathe a little easier and enjoy my new surroundings.

It really is beautiful here. And now that the boxes are mostly unpacked, we can set out and explore the area. Virginia is a short drive away with so many wonderful opportunities for kids and families. I’m especially excited to visit the historic sites. And Pennsylvania is also an easy drive, so there are adventures awaiting there.

Lots to look forward to!

And can I tell you how much I appreciate that there’s a Mexican restaurant on just about every corner here? It’s not hard to look for the good when you’re drinking sangria in the sunshine.

Settling In

U-HaulSo here we are. At least I think so anyway. Are you still here? I know it’s been awhile. Actually, in my last post I guessed it would take me a couple of weeks before I’d be able to post again. And here I am, two weeks later. Finally feeling settled enough to resume blogging. It’s been quite an adventure.

When I say adventure, what I really mean is a three ring circus. I grossly underestimated how hard this would be. I mean, I knew there would be challenges, but I was a bit overly optimistic that things would be a bit smoother than they’ve been.

Starting new schools this late in the year is a lot to ask of my little people. Especially for Michael. The end of his junior year in high school was not an ideal time for a move. And to be honest, he was/is my greatest worry. The girls have time to bounce. Kids aren’t as bouncy when they’re teens.

That said, I’m happy to report that he’s doing better than I expected. Yes it’s been hard, but his attitude has been excellent. I am so proud of the way he’s been handling this. And even though this is a tough change for him, I see some fantastic opportunities on his horizon. For all the kids, really.

It’s just that change is so very hard for people who are resistant to change. We are that kind of family.

pantryYou will not be surprised that the first room I tackled was the kitchen. Oh how I needed that one place to be organized. The kitchen is our central command. Of course it’s where I cook, but it’s also where we congregate to do many other things like homework, projects and basically hang out. So the kitchen needed to be settled pronto.

new houseWhile I was getting things squared away in the kitchen, the girls were busy nesting in their rooms. Books were placed on shelves, stuffed animal friends were gleefully unpacked after months in storage and clothing was neatly hung in the closets. We’ll just see how long that order lasts.

Michael PatioMichael’s room is still full of boxes. I think he stopped unpacking when he found his guitar. If he’s not at school, he’s either practicing or doing homework. I’m giving him a pass on unpacking until he’s ready to tackle it. I’m just happy that he’s reaching out and making friends. Boxes can wait.

Aidan snakeAnd then there’s my eldest. Sigh. Did you know that he will be twenty-one this summer? Time can slow down a bit, thank you very much.

My Aidan. He came down the week after we moved to check out the new digs and the area, but he’s staying up north this summer and working until school starts in the fall. That’s just about four months of him being away from me. The longest we’ve gone being apart prior to this move was two weeks. I can’t even tell you how hard this separation is for me. Now if you ask him, he’s probably gleeful for it. It’s a chance for him to have some independence which I know is a good thing for him. I still miss him terribly.

But while he was down for the all too brief visit, he really enjoyed the area. He’s a big outdoors guy and he just loved the Chesapeake Bay and the natural beauty of the area. As you can see from the picture above, he’s nothing like his mom when it comes to bravery. I’d sooner have a tooth pulled than touch a snake. I like my wildlife via the National Geographic Channel. Except the birds. I make an exception for them. Crawling things, no. Winged things, yes.

A Lily Pulitzer moth. #lilypulitzer

A Lily Pulitzer moth. #lilypulitzer

And speaking of winged things, CHECK this out! How cool is this moth? I found him in the backyard yesterday. No I didn’t Photoshop this picture and yes it is real. How amazing is that? It’s like a fuzzy yellow bunny with wings. Lily Pulitzer for nature.

blossomsNow that things are finally settling down here, I’m enjoying the warmer temps and I’m forcing myself to slow down and take in the beauty of it all. The other day I got in the car and couldn’t see out the windshield because it had a layer of fallen blooms all over it from the trees that arch over the driveway. A pink floral snow all over my car. How lovely is that? That’s a kind of snow I can live with.

Even though there are still boxes to unpack, I feel like things are calming down a bit. I’m looking forward to sharing some of our experiences with you and finally resuming my food blog as well. Thank you for your patience during this transition. Your support has helped me in a way that I cannot even express. Thank you for that.


I wanted my last post from Massachusetts to be light and bouncy. Something positive and full of hope for a happier future. But the truth of the matter is that I’m desperately trying to keep everything together right now and I feel like I’m drowning.

I’m literally surrounded by boxes. Walls of boxes everywhere I look. And still, not everything is packed and the moving truck is coming this weekend. Packing up twenty plus years of my own accumulated possessions plus my children’s has drained every bit of optimism out of me.

I greatly underestimated how hard it would be to pack this house up on my own.

Also, some things can’t be packed into boxes…

On my mental “must do” list is to visit Nina’s tree and her grave one last time because I’m not certain I will ever get the opportunity to do so again.

I guess I should’ve started with that task because now I’m too drained to do it. Heck, I could hardly do those things on a good day. Now that I’m in a raw and frenzied state, I don’t think it’s in my best interest or my kids’ best interest to do one more heavy thing.

How do you say goodbye to a grave? Why do I feel guilty for not doing that? Humans are strange. Or maybe it’s just me. I mean, she’s not there, but yet I feel like I should say goodbye to that physical space she occupies.

Or maybe I’m just exhausted. Everything is a blur right now.

I know this post is disjointed. I know it’s not inspiring. But at least it’s honest.

This coming week is going to be a stressful one. I may not be able to post for a week or two. I just need to get to the new house, settle my children and find our new normal.

I’ll be back soon…

Flowers and Showers #SmellsClean

spring flowersMaryland is in a state of Spring explosion. Blossoms and buds everywhere. After a very harsh New England Winter, I want to weep with joy. Big fat tears of gratitude that life is springing from the earth. I was starting to wonder if Mother Nature had it in for the East Coast.

rose treeBack in Massachusetts everything is still in a state of dormancy. Heck, there’s still snow on the ground in some places. But these trips back and forth from one state to another in preparation for the move next week assure me that Spring is creeping its way up North.

Here in Maryland however, things are looking pretty perky. Greens, yellows and even bright shades of pink and red are all over my new yard. It’s a spectacular sight.


martin houseIt sounds like Spring too. All kinds of winged things are visiting the yard and we are delighted to have them as our guests. This is just one of the birdhouses the prior owners left behind for our enjoyment.

There’s even a hummingbird feeder hanging next to my kitchen window. I’ve never seen a hummingbird in real life before, so I’m pretty excited about that. I guess I better Google what to put in the hummingbird feeder. So much to learn about my new dwelling.

plug inSpring showers come hand in hand with Spring flowers. And today is one of those wet days. This weekend I’m running around the new house getting ready for the big move next weekend. Can you believe it’s upon us already? I’d like to say that things are all packed and ready to go. I’d also like to say that the new house is ready to receive both the kids and the boxes, but I’m not quite there yet.

So much to do in both places….

I decided to clean the new house myself instead of paying the money for a service. So this weekend I’ll be scrubbing tubs and floors. There’s something about a clean smelling house that makes it feel more like a home. I mean yeah, clean is important too, but the scent of clean is comforting.

And on this gray day, a rainy day when I can’t open the windows, I’m helping things along with some plugins and bright Spring scented candles.

If I can’t open the windows while Spring cleaning, this is the next best thing.

glade candleWhile shopping for cleaning supplies at Walmart, I took a quick run though the good smelling things aisle to check out the latest scents. Sunshine Cotton by Airwick sounded pretty darn good, so I tossed that into my cart and I also grabbed the candle you see above which has a clean floral scent. Just what this house needed to chase the slight musty smell of Winter away.

The air care aisle is full of bright Spring scents like Glade’s Sunshine Showers and Febreze’s Sage Lemon Grass. So many different scents that it was hard to choose just one. So I didn’t. I threw six of them into my cart and now I have what smells like an English garden wafting through every room of my new home.

So while the house might still be in a state of chaos, it will certainly smell clean. And that is a step in the right direction!

My next post will be bursting with more Spring goodness as I’m also heading into Washington, D.C. for the Cherry Blossom Festival this weekend. And I am absolutely GIDDY to share that with you! So much more to come.

Have a joyous weekend filled with the scents of Spring and I wish you much success with your own Spring cleaning!


This is a sponsored post from Acorn Influence. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

Tissues and Tylenol

Melanie is SickBoy did I get cocky this winter thinking I was going to make it through an entire season without getting sick. I came so close too! But it finally happened. I came down with the yuck and I’ve spent the entire last five days fighting it off. Not very successfully, I might add.

Leela ShamrockLife doesn’t care if you are sick. It still needs to be lived. This week we’ve had a bunch of school activities to attend and someone had to get the kids to said activities. Of course that someone would be me. So I tucked my box of Kleenex under my arm, stuffed some cough drops into my purse and half-heartedly tried to conceal the dark circles under my eyes and off we went.

Leela had a super cute social at school for Saint Patrick’s Day. There were sweet treats, giggles with friends and dancing to Taylor Swift tunes. I’m pretty sure they played every song she’s ever produced. And while I’m totally a-ok with Taylor Swift, listening to a hundred gleeful little people belt out each and every song was brutal on my fluid filled eardrums.

But I sat there and smiled as we moms do when we aren’t feeling our best. Praying the power would go out or that the fuse to the audio would blow. Neither of which happened.

Pi DayAnd then there was STEM night at Shannon’s school. At that point my fever had gone down and I was feeling a little better with a bit more energy. There were some pretty impressive science experiments going on that even I found fascinating. Shannon was more fascinated with the pies. Pi Day might be a little over her head, but it was totally in line with her tummy.

MelanieAnd here I am today. Feeling SO much better. I can actually breath out of one nostril now which is a huge gift. One cleared nostril and one ear that works again. Progress! I even had enough energy to put on some makeup. If you had seen me earlier in the week you’d know how much of an accomplishment this was.

It’s a good thing I’m feeling better because the move is coming up right quick. It’s just weeks away now and I’m knee deep in boxes. Expect some sappy posts coming up because as I’ve been packing I’ve come across baby clothes, photos and other mementos that are gutting me with each discovery.

More on that shortly.

How’s your week going? Staying healthy? Did you eat pie on Pi Day?

My Week In Food Pictures

princess popcornThe post I had planned for this evening was one that spoke of parenting trials and the joy of working through them with your children. It was going to be an inspiring post.

One where I told you that even if your kids are giving you a run for your money, it’s so worth it in the end. Parenting is rough, but gratifying. Good for the soul even. And we are warriors raising up a mighty army of children who will go forth and become amazing citizens of the world.

And then life happened…

I had a spat with one of my older kids which is still raging on and one of my kids has had three days of BS math homework that has lasted two hours at a time even though her IEP calls for abbreviated assignments which has left her exhausted and exasperated at the end of every evening.

Oh and me too. Exhausted, exasperated, mentally evaporated and every other E word that sounds frustrating. Yup, that’s me.

To say that I’m not feeling like a parenting warrior right now would be an understatement.

So instead we are going to talk about the only thing that’s gone right this week. Food. Are you surprised? I didn’t think you would be.

It all started on Sunday. I bought the girls the movie Tinkerbell and the Neverbeast so that we could have a mom and daughter movie night. And on those nights when it’s just mom and the girls, we make our traditional Princess Popcorn which is essentially a bowl of hot buttered popcorn and our favorite candies mixed in. Not nutritionally sound but super fun.

Now about the Neverbeast. This might be why our week has been a basket of crazy. Have you seen that movie yet? A mixture of scary and grab your Kleenex sad. Thank God we had a bowl of popcorn and candy to eat our feelings with. Not your feel good movie of the year. Good grief.

But Princess Popcorn was a hit as it always is and the girls asked if we could watch another movie to make up for the Neverbeast next weekend. More Princess Popcorn is on our horizon.

MusselsSo the school week started as did my work week. I had a couple of recipes that had to be written and shot before the sun went down which meant the the kids came home to a wonderful after school snack, Mussels Rockefeller.

kids eating musselsThe good thing about having such a hearty after school snack is that my daughter could work on her math homework straight through dinner and right up until bedtime with not a hunger pang to slow her down. Bonus!

kids polishing off musselsFour pounds of mussels polished off in under twenty minutes. Rather impressive if I do say so myself.

arugula flatbread pizzaThe day after the mussels snack, I greeted the kids with an arugula flatbread pizza. A much healthier snack. And I thought it would be well received. It wasn’t. I think they were expecting something much more grand judging by their sullen faces when they saw the pile of greens.

But we have a rule in this house. If you don’t like what mom puts out to eat, you’re really going to appreciate the next meal because this house is not equipped with a short order cook. Eat what you are served or I’ll see you at the next meal.

honey chickenNot that they suffered long. This was dinner that night. A recipe I can’t tell you about quite yet because I need to write the post for A Beautiful Bite. I can tell you that there’s chicken, bacon and honey in the mix. And while things have been rough this week, no one complained about dinner. A small miracle.

L.A. Burdick Chocolate MouseYesterday was the most onerous day of the week so far which is pretty comical because it’s only Wednesday. The week isn’t even over yet. So much more potential drama and math homework to come! But the fact that I survived yesterday made me feel like I deserved a little treat.

That treat came in the form of a Burdick Mouse. Isn’t it cute? I went to a baby shower for a dear friend this weekend and I won the baby shower game. My prize was a box of Burdick Chocolates which included this little mouse. I happily bit off his head and the rest of him with my glass of wine last night. He tasted like finishing the last problem in a math homework assignment. Delicious.

So that’s been my week so far. This week is a week of survival, apparently. And while I’d love to be your encourager, your cheerleader, the one to tell you that it’s all going to be a-ok, I’m not feeling it today.

Do know that we are in this together. The good times. The crappy times. And even though sometimes life sucks, at least we’re not alone in the struggle.

Also, thank God for good chocolate. And wine. Especially wine.

My Weekend In Pictures

ChesapeakeLate Monday night I got back from a whirlwind weekend in Maryland. The closing was on Friday and that same day I spent time at the schools in order to prepare for the transition, whenever that may be. There’s still a lot that’s up in the air right now and that includes an exact transition date.

But while I was down there, I spent some time exploring the area and getting a feel for what’s to be my new life. The new house is situated between the Chesapeake and farm country. Or at least it feels that way to me. The nearest Target is forty-five minutes away and the closest gallon of milk is a fifteen minute drive. To me that means we’re in the country. I’ve got pictures of horses to prove it…

Maryland Horse FarmCool, huh? I imagine lots of farm fresh eggs and produce in my future. Besides not having a Target around, this part of the county really doesn’t have much commerce at all. The only restaurant in the area is a Mexican one which is sort of awesome because if my town is only going to have one restaurant, I want it to be Mexican.

Another plus to living in a kind of remote area is that there’s little ambient light. So when it gets dark out, it gets pitch dark and you can see the stars shining brilliantly on a cloud free evening. I would’ve stood outside enjoying the display longer if it hadn’t been so frigidly cold last weekend.

The house is situated in a very wooded area. And while I cannot share pictures of the house yet (I’d like the kids to be the first ones to see it), I can share some pictures of my favorite trees on the property. I know it sounds strange to have favorite trees, but I do. Trees and birds make me happy.

Fir treeFor someone who loves trees, I know very little about them. Take this tree for example. Is it a fir or a pine? Are they the same thing? I haven’t a clue. All I know is that it’s tall and has outrageously large pinecones like I’ve never seen before and I love it.

crepe myrtleThis is a crepe myrtle. There are five of these on the property, but this one is the most mature. While the blooms of crepe myrtles are stunning, the bark is what I love the most. It’s smooth to the touch and so visually striking. I might not be an arborist, but I do appreciate a majestic tree.

Naval BaseThe house is in close proximity to three military bases. You can’t go anywhere in the county without seeing something military. And being a huge military supporter, this is a welcome thing. I also had to sign a release stating that there could be significant aircraft noise in the area when I signed the house contract. I’m pretty sure my sons will find that fascinating!

I know that’s only a tiny glimpse of the new place, but it will have to do for now. Much more to come when the time is right. Many of you left such supportive comments on my last post. I will spend some time this evening responding to them once the kids are in bed. This weekend was way too hectic to do much of anything by the way of blogging or commenting. And it wasn’t until this morning that I felt like I was getting some of my energy back. Moving is exhausting.

Not that I moved much of anything, really. The truly exhausting stuff is to come soon enough.

Thank you all for your supportive comments. It means the world to me.