Last Saturday, we lost our sweet dog, Riley. He was our family’s first pet, and saying goodbye to him was rough.
New Family Member AND a Smidge of Weekend DIY
Goodbye, Old Boy
We lost our dog this morning. He’d been sick off and on for a few weeks, and we tried all sorts of treatments. This morning, his breathing became labored and I called the vet’s emergency line. She met me at the office for a chest x-ray that revealed severe blastomycosis.
We discussed the options, or lack of them, really, and I knew what we had to do.
First Leg of the Journey
We’re on the first leg of a new expedition here at the Harrison house, and though we can’t predict what’s around the bend, we’re confident this is the path for us.
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Flesh from Bone
Yesterday, I roasted a chicken for the first time in months.
We’ve been ill. We’ve been distracted. We’ve been in perpetual motion.
Last week, I said enough already and promised myself I’d make my way back to the kitchen – I’d make space for food that demands forethought and time.
We called Dottie from the farm up the road and ordered eggs, bacon, and a chicken.
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On Houseflies and Humanity
The first thing I did this morning was turn the calendar to February.
January was a bit of a doozy. We rang in the month with pukers, and rang it out with more of the same. That’s parenting, right? Don’t plan anything in the months between Christmas and Easter…
This round of sickness hit our house on Thursday morning. I’ll spare you the dirtiest of details, but let me just tell you that we’ve gone through a 12-pack of toilet paper in three days, and at the end of the day yesterday, there were nine pairs of underwear soaking in the sink. I broke out the dusty jug of Clorox, and if you know me, you know it takes a public health crisis for me to reach for the bleach.
Protecting My Child from a Sexual Predator
It took five years of time and space before I resolved to write about our experiences with a now-convicted sex offender.
If ever I’ve hoped my friends would read and share a post, it’s now. It’s that important to me — and dare I suggest it should be that important to you, too?
If you leave a comment (and I always hope you will) please do so with compassion.
Thanks for visiting me here.
Stacy
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Darndest Things: Issue Four
Welcome to Darndest Things, a collection of humorous kid quotes and stories from my life and yours!
At lunch time a few weeks ago, the boys giggled in the dining room while I sliced apples in the kitchen. I peeked around the corner to see what they were up to, and Gray (six years old), exclaimed, “Look, Mom, it’s the Leaning Tower of Cheeza!”
Bubbles, Burps, and Belly Remedies
One of the highlights of my holiday season was snuggling my brand new niece. It was a freaky-fine miracle that all members of the extended fam were healthy so we could relish having a new babe around and take turns holding her without sneezing all over her.
And when I say take turns, I mean every now and then, one of us would pry her from Nana’s arms.
What’s in a Name? (And What the Heck is a Stacy?)
Last night, my girlfriends and I went out to a movie and some much-needed post-holiday catch-up time. My friend Jenny and I ended the night like we often do, sitting in a minivan way later than when we intended to go home (so, like 10:00) talking about parenting and relationships and mindful living and Michael Jackson.
When You Live in Snow Country
Yesterday morning, the first snowstorm of the season dumped a nice, heavy 6+ inches of the white stuff on our town.
It was a gorgeous sight to wake to – that rolling blanket of untouched white spread across the yard out back, the shimmer of streetlight cast upon the smooth surface out front.
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