While much of the lower 48 is recovering from a blizzard, we are oddly snowless in our part of Alaska. It’s brown and ugly, but makes for easy driving with seven kids in the Stagecoach going hither and yon for … Continue reading
The little brown library is right in downtown Wasilla, and Finnegan was tucked in the babywrap while we wandered the aisles, just us. We have some kiddos at home who have been testing the limits of my sanity lately and … Continue reading
Five months old, his first Christmas. Finnegan watches eight people constantly buzz around him, and all he can do is scoot backwards. He’s almost crawling, but so far only his reverse gear works and he ends up pushing himself farther … Continue reading