my pink toes

We started the day off with a wonderful thankfulness yoga workshop and ended it with a lovely meal with our family and good friend. I basked in the wonder and glory of the day: beautiful sunshine outside, that bracing make-you-grateful-to-come-indoors cold outside, amazing smells as we cooked and finished preparations. I truly love having Thanksgiving at my house every year and this one was the best yet. I was relaxed and open and was able to truly enjoy my guests. The new space created in our kitchen by taking out the cabinets made for a great environment, especially for an event that revolves around the kitchen. Everyone stayed until 9 which was a delight for me. We are so very richly blessed.

Filed Under "In the Kitchen, Photos" on November 22, 2007 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

Framing the Pitch(er)

Filed Under "Peter, Photos" on June 19, 2007 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

We've been having fun here making homemade ice cream. It's so fun, and the kids love it (and so do we, and our friends!). Unfortunately, it's not very conducive to weight loss, so this needs to be our last ice cream extravaganza for a while.

I'll post some recipes in another day or so, along with more info. For now, enjoy the slide show!

Filed Under "Kidlets, Photos" on June 13, 2007 | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBacks (0)

My 2-year-old Peter is full of spunk. He wears his pirate hat to music recitals and takes his baseball mitt to bed. Here he is sporting his hat, pirate shirt, and his I-can-put-them-on-by-myself-
so-I-wear-them-every-day boots. I called him Mr. Sneakboots one day when he was playing the "take Mommy's cellphone" game and we started laughing. We decided he needed a pirate-y name when he's swashbucking, so Captain Sneakboots he became.

I love how much he throws himself into life. When we were deciding on a name, Dave really wanted the name Peter. I didn't like it the first time around (we chose Henry instead), but the second time, I loved it for some reason. Peter in the bible is such a great, passionate, all-or-nothing guy.

I wonder about names: did I "know" somehow when I was pregnant with these boys that Henry was not a Peter, and that Peter was? My Peter is so much like his biblical namesake: full of gusto and passion, quick to laugh, and so exuberant. Henry is not like that at all. Did God tell me that Peter was the right name for this bundle of boy-ness who kicked me so hard in utero that it knocked the wind out of me on a regular basis?

Regardless of how it came about, his name fits him perfectly.

Filed Under "Peter, Photos" on May 17, 2007 | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBacks (0)