shaken and stirred
My kidlings have never met their paternal grandfather. Sadly, he passed away long before they were ever the proverbial twinkle in their father’s eye. The Hubs tells stories about Granddad Fred, of course – anecdotes particularly – but whenever we visit Colonial Williamsburg, where my husband lived as a child, the stories tend to flow [Read On]
My recent “9/11″ post ended on a positive note, as does this week’s Gallery theme, as so eloquently described by Tara at Sticky Fingers that I can only quote her: “So as the world marks 9/11 let’s look for the good. Let’s shine a bright light. This week’s Gallery theme is: A Happy Memory. It’s as [Read On]
I dragged a reluctant husband and one tired child (Boo) and one surprisingly bouncy child (Pea) down Las Ramblas in Barcelona yesterday because I wanted to see La Boqueria. It was completely worth the long, crowded walk ( although I’m ultimately pleased with our hotel choice in the less crowded L’Eixample neighborhood.) The market was [Read On]
We started our day with a visit to what must be Barcelona’s most famous building, the Sagrada Familia. Work on this Roman Catholic church began in 1883 and is still ongoing – a point with which Boo was extraordinarily impressed (but any building surrounded by tower cranes is a sight to behold, in his eyes…) [Read On]
Earlier this week, I wrote a post about travel. I love to travel. I also love to plan trips. I’m very good at the planning bit. Typically, there are lists involved. Lots of them. I like lists. What I don’t like is packing. Once upon a time, in a time long before nappies, schedules and [Read On]
I love to travel. Love. It. At least, I did, when I was on my own…or with the Hubs. Then, we had babies. Traveling with babies can be like traversing the 6th level of hell, especially with babies that are slaves to routine. And, let’s face it, you can’t throw a handful of clothes in [Read On]
Travelling to Vienna and being without a proper Wi-Fi connection for nearly a week (I say proper because, theoretically, the hotel had one – it simply did NOT like my Macbook), I somewhat lost my blogging mojo. I am ever-so-determined to get back on track, as I have lovely photos and fun stories to recount. [Read On]
If you are like me, you are the adult person in the family who takes all the pictures. All. The. Pictures. You know what this means, right? Yes. You are never IN the pictures. I have this fear that when my kids are grown up, and I am pushing up daisies, they’ll be looking through [Read On]
