Happy Place

I’m lucky to have a like-minded husband. When it comes to music, food, child rearing and politics—you know, the important stuff—Christian and I are on the same page. Sure, we may clash over how hoppy a beer should be or how late you can sleep in before your spouse starts unloading the dishwasher as loudly as possible. But in terms of big, meaningful things, we’re singing from the same hymnal.

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Every Minute

Mom, here we are: our first Mother’s Day apart. I don’t like this one bit. I am still in denial mode, I suppose. I can’t believe that I won’t see you, hear you, hug you anymore. I look at pictures of you, smiling so brightly back at me, and it’s as if we just haven’t caught up in a while. I simply need to call, right? You’ll answer the phone with your joyful, “Hello, my darling!” And all will be right in my world.

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Gardening for the Vertically Advantaged

I have a little problem. And when I say “little,” I mean short. His name is Furgus. He’s a corgi, and he’s terribly naughty. At 14 months old, Furgus has the brain of a puppy, the teeth of a shark and the body of a full-grown beast. He is both adorable and highly destructive. (The adorable part allows him to remain a member of our household.)

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Gather 'Round the Cherry Tree

Birthday season is going full blast. Last Sunday, my family celebrated three birthday boys ranging from a wee 2 to wiry 8 to a wise 74. It was also a day for honoring the fathers in our lives, which is best done with food: pulled chicken sandwiches, quinoa salad, deviled eggs and pear cobbler with homemade vanilla ice cream. Simply yum. 

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Kitchen Swing

My kitchen knows very little silence. Clattering pans, rattling dishes, a scrap-seeking dog and two snack-seeking children—this is the soundtrack of my culinary endeavors. It’s a recipe for rattled nerves. Or it would be, if it weren’t for my secret weapon against cooking commotion: Pandora. Thanks to the wonders of Internet radio, my kitchen is filled with perfectly shuffled music that floats above the racket, turning mundane meal prep into the highlight of my day.

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Fabulous Four

On New Year’s Eve, the Nord family officially said goodbye to the Terrible 3’s. Our little man Graham turned Fabulous 4, and we’re all pretty excited! (Understatement.) Don’t get me wrong—I love Graham to pieces and give thanks for every day he’s in my life. But 3 is a tough age, especially for parents who suffer from Patience Deficiency and Whine Aversion (both debilitating medical conditions).

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Gone in a Flash

Ah, summer is here. That wonderful time when we kick back, relax, and enjoy a cool glass of lemonade while swinging lazily in a hammock, reading an emotionally stirring best seller. Birds are singing. Lawn mowers are buzzing. Children are playing contentedly in the sandbox, taking turns with the shovel and pail while the dog rests quietly nearby. It’s summertime, and the living is easy. [Please insert sound of record scratching…if you remember what that sounds like.]

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Tough Sell

After six years of happy residence in Santa Fe Hills, we put our first home on the market yesterday. This action was coupled with all the usual feelings of excitement, anxiety and uncertainty that come with selling…or attempting to sell…a house. But for me, there’s also a great sense of sadness. We did so much in this house as a family, and as much as I’d like a quick sell for the preservation of our sanity, I also dread the day that we’ll have to turn off the lights, shut the door, and walk away.

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A Year in the Life: Grammy Turns Two

I must admit that I’m nearly a month late in paying tribute to my wonderful Graham Henry, who turned the big T-W-O on New Year’s Eve. January 2011 has been a very busy month, and I’ve been neglectful in my blogging duties. But as I always say: Better late than never! I simply cannot let Graham’s wonderful 1’s go by without calling attention to a few of his most memorable moments.

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