Sunday Morning at Summer Camp

My Sundays in the summer used to be much, much different. They didn’t involve getting up at 4:30 to feed babies, or scarfing down a tortilla slathered in peanut butter and bananas in between burping babies and cleaning up poopy diapers. No, they were much, much...

Sometimes It’s Embarrassing to Be Me

Earlier this evening I played in a soccer game. I feel like I’m a pretty competent player most of the time, but lately, I seem to have lost my touch a bit. Maybe it’s because I left for a year to have twins and have done virtually nothing (aside from binge...

For A Glorious Summer Vacation Visit Brush Ranch

Sometimes it’s kind of cool to come from a family full of hoarders. Sorry dad, it’s true (and also, have you seen our garage…I’m not exactly immune!). When my parents were cleaning stuff out and throwing a few items away before their move to...

Opening Day and Father’s Day

I’m feeling entirely uninspired today, as sleep training the twins is not going well. I feel like we’ve had 3 pretty easy months (as far as sleep goes), and less than a week before Patrick starts residency, the kids decided they do not want to sleep. Day...

The Rice Family: The Middle Years

A few months ago I wrote a post about the early years of Brush Ranch and how my grandparents met and their love story. Well, it’s time for round two, a time period I’ve so cleverly named “The Middle Years.” If someone can come up with a better...

This Week A Year Ago: The Tres Lagunas Fire

For some reason I have a bit of an obsession with thinking about where I was or what I was doing some period of time ago. For example, this time one week ago I was just returning from Philadelphia. This time 8 years ago, Patrick and I had just returned from a 9 week...