January 2023

It is now November, and I have spent some time this weekend sorting and curating this year’s pictures with the idea of catching up on the blog, which I am further behind than I remembered. This is really my diary to keep the years from passing too quickly by pounding a few stakes into my memories to buffet them a bit against all the busy-ness that wants to blow them away.

One of my favorite weekends of all of this year happened in January–going to the cabin with my playgroup moms-cum-book group. All but one of us were able to gorge ourselves, first at Braeburn brunch, and then with books and puzzles. Franz, an electric foot massager, was our plus-one this weekend (and I think Sus has a secret crush on. My crush is not-so-secret).

We actually got to spend New Years at the cabin and forgot to polar bear this year. Turns out, it has been a good year even without first starting it by jumping into frigid waters, but I’ll try not to take that chance in 2024. However, we all got to walk down to “our” beach and the kids demonstrated what to do (and not do) on a cold January day.

Wes turned 13, making me the mom of three teenagers (which, so far, is way easier than it is reputed to me…mostly).

Kyla was really excited to start rock climbing again, but mostly, she’s just happy being Kyla.

January was not Piper’s happiest season. She generally won’t let me take her picture anymore, but when she is so madthat she would rather drape herself over the hood in the rain than get in the car with me, I capture the moment for posterity. But she also invited my parents over and made them an upside down chicken recipe she learned in Jordan almost a year ago and crocheted some fun creations.