A mother's tribute to her original baby, Ryder the dog
Skiing is a a luxury, not a life lesson a child needs to survive, a mountain-loving mother admits. But swimming and school? You gotta do both.
Let me explain the long, wandering road to camperville.
Know the dirt, feel it under your fingernails, get your breath taken away
Smart and stubborn, my daughter held the key to her own ability on two skis this whole time.
In my dreams, we’ll be a ski family four-deep on the quad chair playfully arguing about what run we should ski next.
I have strengths that hopefully overshadow the lack of acute-precision hand movements
If someone were to tell me that they wanted to give me a “ton” of goldfish five years ago, my answer would have been, “Gross. No.” Birds and fish as pets are not my jam.
No pants? No problem. That’s how I feel after the never-ending arguments I have with my children
The Flathead Valley is big, scarcely populated, but still allows for frequent encounters with people I should know, but don’t.
Usually an abrupt change from noise to complete silence is a warning sign
Sugar highs and adrenaline rushes keep the kids awake as we interact with our non-parent friends watching the same scene
With the introduction of a second child comes the recognition of the changes in parenting.