Monday, February 27, 2017


Asher celebrated T-W-O today.  In the true fashion of third-borns, his day was a little overshadowed by some family-craziness.  I'll write more on that tomorrow.  We bought a cake at the super market though, heated up a frozen pizza, and called it a party.  The low-key didn't stop us from savoring his sweetness, loving his morning cuddles, and experiencing enough strong will to be assured that he's developing right on schedule.  I can't imagine life without this little guy.  

Asher, we love you so! 

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

carnival and catalan

This is the week of Carnival.  I wish I could spell it the way they say it.

The kids have crazy-dress all week at school. Today was tie-day.  Dad tied them up this morn.  Tomorrow there is a parade around the block.  Apparently they crafted costumes at school.  Silas is one of the Patrulla Canina (Paw Patrol) and Jude is a panther.  Asher and I will be waiting for the excitement on the streets.

Silas is having a little break through this week.

He sang the Catalan alphabet at dinner last night.  I almost cried.  It was so sweet, and his accent was perfect.

Then his teacher pulled me aside today at pick up and told me that this week she's heard him speak to his classmates several times in Catalan.

Sigh. Relief.  In my more dramatic moments, I thought he might be fourteen and still convinced that everyone really does speak English.

The road is still long.  But this is big. 


Tuesday, February 21, 2017


I wouldn't call myself an impulse buyer at all.  But the sales right now are seriously out of control.

Apparently, my resistance is down.

I went into my favorite spanish brand, Zara, for new cabinet knobs.  (Because they were an unbelievable 1 euro per set.)

And I walked out with this little gem at 70% off. (The seat, not the kid. He's full price these days.)

Not a necessity by any means, but oh-the-cuteness. 

Monday, February 20, 2017


I had the best ice cream of my life.  I'm not exaggerating.  The family that runs this place also has a Michelin star restaurant.  It was an unbelievable 4 euros. 

I worked it all off on Saturday with a hike up Tibidabo, the hill behind Barcelona.  They have a fantastic set of slides at the top, it's like a destination hike for the kids.  


We're back in the saddle now.  

I'm finally living in future tense in Spanish.  That's progress, right?! 

Thursday, February 16, 2017


Can't you just feel the brother love over here? 

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

The Briefing

I've mentioned this podcast before. And if you've conversed with me for any length of time in the past few years, I've likely referenced Al Mohler's work at The Briefing.  Lately, with politics swirling in the air and the massive cultural shift that seems to be taking place overnight, I have found it particularly helpful.

I know that it can be an effort to put one more voice into your world, and that the years of young motherhood aren't exactly the easiest season to be engaged in the political and cultural battles at hand.

Here are three short reasons why I really think young moms, in particular, should be tuning into Al Mohler's The Briefing:

1. Cultural and moral analysis of the world from a Christian perspective fits us to train our children for the battles of the next generation.  To teach my children to think like a Christian, I need to exercise that myself, daily.  I find Mohler particularly helpful in this. I need to be engaging in the underlying world views at work long before my boys are hit by the onslaught of them when they reach their teens.

2. While giving insight, history and facts that are helpful in responding intelligently to the daily news, Mohler helps me keep the end of the story in mind.  This is hugely helpful for me in mothering.  The end of the story is not a world that falls apart.  It's a Savior who rescues and reigns. 
3.  It reminds me that I need to raise warriors.  Growing up in the South in a private school and large church community was a gift.  But I wouldn't say it particularly fitted me for a world where many of Christ's followers are persecuted.  I think our children will meet a different world, even if they stay in the same hometown in the same community.  The way I teach my children about the gospel and the world ought to be shaped by that reality.

There it is.  I kept meaning to tell you just one more time that you should listen. I hope you will.

Link up here. 

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

San Valentino

I tried really hard to keep up my tradition of a little Valentine card for the blog.  But the only moment I had for the photo shoot was just before nap time.  Pretty classic, huh?

Thankfully, the rest of the day was really a lot sweeter than those five minutes of attitude.

And at the end of the day, the boys obliged me with an annual photo just so I'd have one for the progression.

Monday, February 13, 2017

La Palau

After a hectic week with David at a conference, and a full Saturday with a supervisor in town, we had a little excitement in the school-world. Jude sang in a concert with his school and the music conservatory on Saturday night at the Palau de la Musica Catalana.  It was a children's "opera" about the butterfly, and he sang it all in Catalan! Proud mom!   

The music hall itself is truly one of the most beautiful and fantastical I've ever seen.  Pictures can't do it justice! I have a few more on my "real" camera, but since it's Monday morning and language is calling my name, we'll make do with my phone shots for now.  


Thursday, February 9, 2017

Snow Day

This weekend we decided to make a trek into the Pyrenees before Spring melts the slopes.  My friend told me earlier this week that they took their 1-year-old and three-year-old with them, and they napped on a sled while the older child went skiing.  She sent me a picture of this miracle to prove it.

I thought that sounded very nice. I had a glimmer of hope.

Our day was not so picturesque, though. Truthfully, I was prepared for this and lugged that babe up the mountain nonetheless, boots, waterproof pants, gloves and all anyways.

Asher threw a fit when we put his snow boots on him. He faked a little smile for a couple of minutes while we convinced him we were going to have so much fun. We did find a pretty sweet igloo.  That brought us about 5 minutes of genuine fun.  But his mittens got a little wet in the process.

Prepare for meltdown.

After 20 minutes, he started screaming at the top of his lungs and didn't stop until I lugged him back up the mountain, stripped his gear off and put him in the cozy car.  We sat in the car, his hysterics turning to whimpers, and waited while the older boys went sledding.  He fussed a lot of the way home, letting us all know he it wasn't his style to play in snow and then fell asleep 10 minutes before we go to our flat.  Yep.

Pipe in here, friends.  Nurture or nature?

All in all though, it was completely worth it to see those beautiful mountains covered in snow. In future,  Asher and I may stay home for a year or two more since we've not proven to be of the sturdiest character in snow, but the older boys loved it!