Baking on Christmas Day Several years ago, our family started observing the tradition of the Christmas pickle: “The night before Christmas it’s hung on the tree; While everyone’s sleeping, it’s done secretly; And on Christmas morning when you arise, The first one to find it will get a surprise.” Some say this is a German…
We were awakened today by shouts of, “It’s snowing!, It’s snowing!” as two little boys ran into our room and jumped excitedly onto our bed. Amidst giggles, Ryan and Connor rambled on and on about snowballs and snowmen… It’s days like today that I am reminded that my boys are Florida-born and bred. There wasn’t…
I have fond childhood memories of traveling up and down and around the East Coast with my Mom and younger brother, Volksmarching: setting off early in the morning with our most comfortable walking shoes and a little bag of snacks for a 10km (6.2 mile) walk through towns, woods, across college campuses…. One of my…
Thanksgiving week 2007 brought temperatures in the upper 60s/low 70s and a brisk wind; perfect weather for jumping in piles of Fall leaves. The boys were worried that the grounds crew would blow the leaves away during their regularly scheduled weekly neighborhood maintenance, leaving none for raking and jumping… and they did blow many of…