A school year in review: massive photo dump
Patrick did something this week -- he backed up my (our?) photos from the various devices upon which they idled into the laptop's photo storing app. Suddenly, my vision of blogging has expanded and it seems POSSIBLE to write about those long-ago moments. Even if my memories are fuzzy now, I don't want to let this past year go without a recap.
And as we are nearing the end of the school year, what better time than to reach way back, to the beginning of my pregnancy with Clara, and recall what this year has meant to us:
Here goes nuthin'.
August
We took the kids on a last-minute road-trip to Montreal before school started. I had never been to Montreal, save one quick visit inside St. Joseph's Oratory on my way home from university about fifteen years ago. (A blessed memory indeed, because it involved my beloved grandmother as well as my parents). Patrick was kind of shocked to hear I had never explored this beautiful, old city and he was game to show it to me and our chil…
And as we are nearing the end of the school year, what better time than to reach way back, to the beginning of my pregnancy with Clara, and recall what this year has meant to us:
Here goes nuthin'.
August
We took the kids on a last-minute road-trip to Montreal before school started. I had never been to Montreal, save one quick visit inside St. Joseph's Oratory on my way home from university about fifteen years ago. (A blessed memory indeed, because it involved my beloved grandmother as well as my parents). Patrick was kind of shocked to hear I had never explored this beautiful, old city and he was game to show it to me and our chil…