James Tag

Three weeks ago, we were in a parking lot when suddenly Corban cried out, "I see a plane!" Sure enough, there was a billboard advertising the upcoming airshow. We marked it on our calendars and counted it day by day by day by day by...

A couple months ago, we promised Aunt Erin we'd visit her this summer. Suddenly, summer was almost over, so a couple weekends ago, we made good on our promise. And are we ever glad we did! Erin's just moved into a beautiful 1920 apartment with...

We live two doors down from two of the sweetest girls. They have played hours and hours with our kids, riding/running/biking/scootering up and down our sidewalks, giving them our own local Aunt Hoopie and Aunt Abby (don't worry, Aunts; you haven't really been replaced). I've...

James celebrated his golden birthday a couple Sundays ago. 30 on the 30th. I told him this is the coolest one he'll ever have. It's all downhill from here. There are so many components to this surprise, I'll try pare it down. (Yeah, right.) Sunday, we ate the traditional bunny cake. Unfortunately,...

Is it too late to write about what we did for Vday? 'Cuz I think it was about a year ago. March was loads of babysitting and preparation for the Art Gala and James' birthday giant surprise and a gradual losing of a certain 3-year-old's nap, and suddenly...

James is an artist. His job, of course, is in graphic design, but in order to obtain that degree, he had to take art classes--drawing, painting, photography--and our house and my James-notes box have greatly benefited from this hobby. It's his dream to put a...

James' brother Thomas climbs trees. As in, takes classes about it, studies it, has professional equipment, will get a degree, and apparently has climbing urges even in 30 degree weather...

I'm a bit of a blabbermouth when it comes to anniversaries. You never can tell how generous people will be toward those celebrating, and I'm always willing to chance it. "Yeah, we're just checking in here for a weekend without the kids. Celebrating seven years of...

In celebration of Jaeda's first birthday, James and I got away this weekend. Ha. The poor second child. The first night alone at home proved that life with kids truly is different. As much as I try and try and try to do all the things we did before...

What's the best way to ensure hundreds of maggots, a house without power, water shooting through a basement hole, and a grumpy-doesn't-even-begin-to-describe-him toddler? Have your husband leave for a week to attend a national design conference in San Francisco. But truly, and I mean truly, we have  much to be thankful...