Slow-er but certainly not slow…


I ended my forty-second year at home in Washington State. It was absolutely beautiful. Seattle had all it’s sparkles on starting with a surprise birthday party at The Edgewater Hotel for a friend’s 40th birthday. The water was sparkling, the sail boats were out and the giant orange sun descended behind the outline of the Olympia Mountains. These are the days when you love to say you are from The Pacific Northwest. Blue sky, sparkling water, green-green trees and the magnificent Mount Rainier. Pure heaven.

The next day I got to spend with my brother, dad, stepmom, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and other close family members for dinner, a game or two and the easy chit chat that comes with knowing each other your whole life. It is easy to just ‘Be’. Love that. The next day was also full with family and friends followed by my birthday. Coincidently five friends and I had gotten tickets to see Madonna actually on my birthday. We drove to Seattle, shopped, lunched, shopped and then got ready for the big night. We started at The Dahlia Lounge before heading to the Key Arena for MDNA. It was a wonderful day…

The next couple weeks have literally been a blur – anyone else have that happen once in awhile? My husband was leaving on the same airplane that I arrived on. I went over and waved at him behind the glass and then off he went. When he got home we celebrated my birthday with a lovely cake that he and my girls baked and frosted while I was away. It was chocolate. It was delish – of course. I watched Daughter #2 play soccer and then coached my little kindergarten/1st graders. There have been hikes, skate ski training, bike rides, the Annual Trailing of the Sheep, festivals, more soccer and a little volunteering at the girls’ school. Almost forgot the Tooth Fairy came to our house for Daughter #3’s second lost tooth. Whew!

I think we are slowly getting into a rhythm of life here. It definitely is slower although clearly not slow. We are looking forward to the end of soccer practices and the beginning of the holiday season.


Living Without Roots


We have been in Ketchum for 3 months – a quarter year. The summer was amazing. The girls are off to a great start at their new school and everyone has a healthy glow. Things have been miraculously easy for uprooting our family to live in a ski town for the year. I am sure you can guess where this is headed especially if you have read my other Blog post  in which I talk about how I usually reside on either end of the curve — never in the middle where the “balance” exists.

I thought we were doing pretty well until my 8 year old has become distraught about going back home. She had a bad couple days. She is the new kid. There are too many kids in the class. There was something about the teeter-totter and a girl was mean when she asked for a turn… She likes her old school way better. That said school has BIG field trips as opposed to the “walking field trip to the museum with a bunch of square houses that look like boxes.” She misses her friends who knew her. She misses our house. She misses her stuffed animals that didn’t come along. She misses her soccer team. The list is long. “Everything was better and we need to go back!” Dad has been gone for a week so I have no back up. “It was DADDY’s idea to come here!” she says.

I listened. I hugged. I talked. She cried. My sweet Daughter #2 has hearing loss in one ear which you would never know but it can cause issues especially in big, noisy classrooms, and in some social situations like the cafeteria and recess. UGH! Earlier in the day I was hiking in the these beautiful mountains and thinking about how hard it would be to return next summer. Suddenly I am ready to pack my bags and head out. I find myself telling her that she can come home with me before Thanksgiving and if the classroom is too big and if it doesn’t work then she can go to the private school (that costs way too much money). Afterwards I am thinking that she can go to the Montessori School here. Maybe we will have to go back to her private school in Tacoma. Oh my goodness. I have lost my mind!

Every organized, well thought out plan that has been seamlessly implemented has been thrown out the window because my 8 year old had a bad day! This is the tough stuff of parenting and I can’t imagine how it gets tougher. I can deal with saying no to the latest electronics even though EVERYONE else has one. I can deal with breaking up fights, even teaching them those hard valuable lessons but this one was a tough one. We implemented this plan and I don’t have my husband to remind me of all the reasons why it really is good for them. By the end of dinner two out of three were in tears and telling me they desperately want to go back.

Then they went outside. They had a raspberry biscuit. They started playing a game. All I hear is laughter from my three little people that I love with all my heart. I am on a roller coaster and nowhere close to the Puyallup Fair!

The picture is of our family on one of the many hikes close by. This is the reason we moved to the mountains. To be together. To be outside. To experience life together.