Monday, December 16, 2013

'Tis the Season

For basketball, that is.  We've been having fun watching Boy Wonder play with a KYS team that's doing very well this year.  The team has some speed, a little bit of height, and is gaining confidence, which is great to watch.

The boys all seem to get along and have a good time.  Ten year-old boys are easy to please.

Except when their parents consistently forget their red basketball jerseys, and they're stuck wearing the spare team jersey,  lucky number 13.  

Then the parents must be scolded and reprimanded for not reading team e-mails more carefully and doing the wash on time.  

Jeez--try to pull it together, MOM.

Friday, December 13, 2013

Holly Jolly

This year, Christmas somehow seems more doable and not nearly as overwhelming as years past, and I'm not sure why. I've been humming carols, listening to Boy Wonder sing Christmas songs, decorating the tree, and hanging stockings, all without feeling the least bit like any of it's a chore.  That's new.  Usually, I'm kind of a grump at Christmas.

I even took an artsy picture of our mismatched Christmas ornaments, check it out:

I would like to bake some cookies, but I can't figure out when I'll have the time.  Those shortbread pecan bars are calling to me, though.

Merry Christmas, y'all.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Beautiful Dewees

We've been spending some time in coastal South Carolina with family and friends lately and hope to spend a good deal more. There is something compelling about the lowcountry: the history, the light, the everchanging water.  (Plus, you guys, the shrimp and grits are not to be believed.)

Some pictures from earlier this fall:

Abandoned WWII submarine spotting tower
House in the trees
Barefoot Boy Wonder
Morning birds
Happy Miss M on the fishing dock
Dewees ferry

Tuesday, December 10, 2013


There's something about a younger brother that riles up the usually gentle Miss M:

Miss M (blowing minor Boy Wonder annoyance completely out of proportion): Well, how would you like it if I stomped your face?

Me:  MADDIE.  Be an example.

Miss M:  I AM, MOM.

Me:  No, you're not.

Miss M:  You didn't say I have to be a GOOD example.