Thanks to my mom, Story has developed a new love, bordering on obsession: horses. This past week, Story attended her first ever horse camp, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. I don’t think she yet realizes how very lucky she is. With an exorbitant camp fee and daily hours of 9 to 3, completely unreasonable for any working parent, horse camp simply would not have been a possibility without the generosity of my mom. Not only did she pay for the camp, she also used her vacation time to spend the week with us to transport Story back and forth. So, I have absolutely no problem blaming Mom for what could be a lifelong expense. (more…)
Posts by Lesley Bolton:
This past week, Ali and I took the girls on our fourth annual NHN family vacation. I have to confess that I wasn’t quite as excited about our destination this year as I was about those in years past. Being from Indiana, Michigan didn’t hold much exotic appeal. But I am all too willing to admit I was flat wrong. But I like to think my initial humdrummery only heightened the magical experience I — we — had. (more…)
Over a year ago, Ali set up an NHN photo shoot. A broken arm, several rainy days, and other such obstacles later, we finally had our photo shoot. With such a run of bad luck and our legendary inability to take even one good photo with all of us, our expectations were admittedly low. But we talked a good game and combed the girls’ hair. Finally, the day had come. (more…)
I had a wonderful weekend planned. Saturday, we were going to set up the pool and grill out. The sun would be shining, the girls would be swimming, and Ali and I would be enjoying a refreshing glass of homemade sangria while soaking up some vitamin D and relaxing.
And then I woke up. (more…)
I wish I could say I was cheerfully whistling my way to work each day, but that just isn’t the case. I’ve found it rather difficult getting back into the swing of getting up early, showering in the morning, changing out of my pjs before noon, and wearing a bra practically all day long. Having worked at home for the last three years, going back out into public each day to be pinned to a desk to accommodate someone’s else schedule sucks. (more…)