I have no good excuse whatsoever as to the length between my last post and this one. And now it's the end of the year. Instead of a thoughtful and eloquent post about reflecting on the season, taking time to enjoy, slowing down and being present...I'm taking it to the gutter. Ok, not exactly. But I've got my sassy pants on today, seems my sappy pants are in the pile of laundry that Tucker is (piece by piece) hurling out of the hamper so he can use it as a cage. For the 3rd time in the last hour. ... View the Post
Yes, Tucker. There is a Santa. He lives at the race track.
It's our first winter season out of isolation. And it's kicking us in the teeth. Between the three of us, we've been sick since Halloween and it's been rough on the littlest Hucks. We were vigilant the first 2 isolation seasons with the hand sanitizer, Clorox wipedowns and protecting the bubble. It was super hard, but it worked. I can count on one hand the number of times Tucker got sick in his first two years of life-and that is flat amazing. I thought the magical year 3 would be great! ... View the Post
Christmas. With a Kid.
Christmas was perfect. Here are the highlights: I had the clever idea to use doilies as name tags for our gifts. Tucker had the clever idea to remove them all when we weren't looking. I had no idea which tags went with which gifts. It was a Very Mystery Christmas. Amazingly the 4 nieces and nephews were all healthy for Christmas which meant we got to spend a little time with them even in isolation. Hand sanitizer works, yo. I ordered Tucker a slide that is so short, his feet actually ... View the Post
Capturing December Update
I totally forgot some days. And at least on a couple of occasions, my Monica Gellar-Bing started showing as I set up shots over and over. ('and over' says Darrin from the couch). But in all, Capture December is doing what I had hoped it would. I'm taking extra long moments to be present. I've seen things this season that might have otherwise gotten overlooked. Pieces of December that in all likelihood, would have been packed back into a box on the 31st without a single pause to appreciate them. ... View the Post
I've been waiting since Thursday. For the call from Southern Living. Asking to feature my turkey on the cover of their next issue. Y'all, it looked really pretty. All that rosemary, garlic (doubled garlic=open window) and sage roasting in the oven made the turkey look very official. There were bumps in the road, it wasn't perfect by any measure. What the heck is savory? I looked for 5 minutes in the spice aisle (which by the way is home to the most unattractive names for food ever-tartar? ... View the Post
I’m goin’ in.
I blame Pinterest. Or Pioneer Woman. Southern Living magazine maybe. Either way, it was something else (not my normal good judgement) that at the last minute, caused me to abandon my plan as I stood in the frozen section of the grocery store last night. The intent for this year's Isolation Thanksgiving II was to perfect last year's turkey. After all, last year's plan worked (by worked, I mean that my turkey did not shrivel up a la Clark Griswold in National Lampoons Christmas Vacation). You ... View the Post