Wednesday, January 18, 2017


My new best friend came in the mail this week.  Her name is Roomba.

My very kind parents came, saw, and said..."Merry Christmas! We think you need a new friend." Oh.  I am so thankful.

I think it's gonna be love.

And of course, I'm just kidding about that best friend part.

Kind of. 

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Sturdy Children

All you parents, grandparents and teachers skip on over to the Circe Institute today and load this little podcast up on your phone or listen online.  Entitled "On Building Sturdy Children," it's well worth your ears.

So maybe this toddler mischief is making me re-visit the basics.

Monday, January 16, 2017


Hubs spent most of the weekend in bed.

Those ole hamstrings aren't what they used to be and he's not much of a stretcher after those long runs. He thinks it was a pulled back muscle.  Let's just say, we've been having some conversations about how we're not as young as we used to be. Thankfully, he's up and at them today.

At least he got caught up on his emails.  

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Good Morning, Brother

Those mothering moments you never really foresaw.  

When Brother #1 is in distress at 7:15am because Brother #2 woke him up too early with a gusty rendition of "Eye of the Tiger." 

We have a classic case of early bird/night owl going on in those bunk beds. 

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

The Grid

Let me just note here that I love living in a city that was, very obviously, planned.  It is a grid. Previously, I would not have considered this. But it really makes a difference.

I owe a debt of gratitude to Ildefons Cerda for beautiful sunsets every evening, even in a bustling city.  All I have to do is look west.

All architecture is great architecture after sunset; perhaps architecture is really a nocturnal art, like the art of fireworks.  

- G.K. Chesterton

Monday, January 9, 2017


We found snow.  (At first we only found heavy frost, but you can sled in that too. Further in and further up, we found the real thing.) The boys loved it. They said it was their favorite part of Christmas break.  I'll admit, after about an hour, I was ready to get back to our semi-tropical climate.  But it was fantastic to finally get a glimpse of the Pyrenees.

School started today and everyone made it through. There won't be any more galavanting for a while now.  But it feels good to be back in the saddle!

Friday, January 6, 2017

Tres Reyes

In Spain, most children don't wait up on Christmas Eve for Santa to come down their chimney. Saint Nicholas is present in plenty of displays, but he is certainly not a central theme.  The nativity is very central in the Christmas celebration.  We are, after all, in Catholic territory now.

The big day for kids is The Three Kings Day.  The magi, who travelled far to worship Christ, are sort of magical men who also happen to visit houses and leave gifts for little girls and boys.  The children write letters to them, and wait with eager anticipation for this January morning.  School is still on holiday, primarily, it would seem, because everyone needs to finish up with this grand celebration.

Last night we attended Los Tres Reyes parade through the city center.  The Kings arrived on a boat at the port and paraded through the city with a grand array of floats, dancers, and even a candy throwing machine.  It was spectacular! Think Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, only with a bit more flare.  We met up with a few Americans to take it all in.  The boys had a front row spot (while the parents and Asher enjoyed more of a crowd view).  We all loved it!

 At the end, the coal truck came by.  Might be my favorite float of the night.  If you're naughty, those Kings just might leave you a little coal instead of gifts.


And they finished off with candy canons that fired into the crowd. You can imagine the boys' excitement.  This was definitely a highlight for them! I'd say there's a good chance this will be a new family tradition for us! 


Thursday, January 5, 2017

the metro

Just in case you've ever wondered what we look like when we ride the metro.  Here's a little peek. 


Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Mr. Popper's Penguins

Silas and I are reading this little gem together in the evenings.  It's hilarious to a four-year-old.  (And to a thirty-six-year-old, to be honest.)

A highly recommended read-aloud.  The chapters are short enough to keep things moving and funny enough to hold the interest of wild little men.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Corre, Papa!

Hubs ran his first Spanish race this weekend.  And the boys wanted to make the sign in Spanish, including "Papa" instead of "Dad."  Progress. We're making language progress!