Monthly Archives: January 2011

day thirty

day thirty

it was one of those, “i know it’s 3:00…but can you brew a fresh pot?” kind of days, as most sundays are. this day was created for us to relax. renew. refresh. here we are praying our son takes an extra long nap so we can catch up on our grown up shows that involve little to no animation. today wasn’t one of those sundays. hence the afternoon brew.

day twenty.nine

day twenty.nine

a mild winter day. dad pulling son around the backyard.

day twenty.eight

day twenty.eight

winter sun rise. ‘get out of bed…wake up! put your face in the sunlight. GOD’s bright glory has risen for you. the whole earth is wrapped in darkness, all people sunk in deep darkness, but GOD rises on you, his sunrise glory breaks over you!’ {isaiah 60:1 msg}

day twenty.seven

day twenty.seven
instead of cleaning the floors we drive our muddy trucks on them and over mommy’s feet

day twenty.six

day twenty.six
a day at the transfer station. yes. i captured our son in action, performing our guilted into part to save the earth by chucking cardboard. it was one of those moments where the camera was on the front seat and i thought, ‘this has to go on the blog’

day twenty.five

molly the cat

here is molly, the cat from ireland. my sister smuggled her back after the cat befriended my sister and her husband while they were livig in northern ireland for year. this was five years ago. the cat came back with my sister and has been here ever since. molly now resides with my parents who, when go on trips, leave molly with me. this look remains constant on her face, looking as if she is planning her great escape.

day twenty.four

day twenty.four

a frigid new hampshire day

day twenty.three

day twenty.three

a little game of hide and seek. he’s convinced no one knows where he is.

day twenty.two

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there’s something unknown and kind of dirty that creeps up from the deepest pit of my stomach when i go to a hockey game. the thirst for watching someone else in pain. i’ve only been to a few but those that i’ve been to i have found myself, among others around me, craving the sheer insanity of gloves smacking to the ice and fists being thrown. this was our first hockey game as a family thanks to the generosity of our friends. i loved watching my son’s eyes wander about the arena feeling the static energy in the air around us, soaking in every drop

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day twenty.one

day twenty.one

time to dismantle the couch cushions to have a place to rumble and a place pause for a breather