My friend Melinda has a photography exhibit up at Core Gallery in the Pioneer District. I am determined to make it down there before it closes on March 28th.
Where does your food come from? For one outdoorsman, road kill is his only red meat.
One time right after Ben was born, I nursed him in the bathroom at Costco because I didn’t know where else to go. Never again. After that, I headed straight for the outdoor section and their comfy patio chairs. Love this mother’s take on breastfeeding in the bano.
I adore zoos. They are one of my favorite places to take the kids. But...ethics. Is it time to put zoos out to pasture?
Before I Go: Time warps for a young surgeon with lung cancer.
That message [to his baby daughter] is simple: When you come to one of the many moments in life when you must give an account of yourself, provide a ledger of what you have been, and done, and meant to the world, do not, I pray, discount that you filled a dying man’s days with a sated joy, a joy unknown to me in all my prior years, a joy that does not hunger for more and more, but rests, satisfied. In this time, right now, that is an enormous thing.
This week Ben is in Alaska with his grandparents so we are going to spoil our little Emma silly. Today she cuddled with Bailey, learned how to crawl down stairs, and made herself cosy in Benjamin’s bed.
I have a few projects, including the assembly of Em’s Baby Book and tiling of an upstairs bathtub. It’s a big job and I’m a wee bit nervous.
Have a great weekend.