House within a home



Last night Ben slept in his card board house, all night long.

His list of essentials:

purple pillow (he had since crib days)

three stuffed animals (bunny, mouse, bear)

 sleeping bag

 led flickering candle

his pillow pet which cast a brilliant display of color changing stars throughout the house

and a cup of water.

He got up once around 2ish to use the restroom and went back into his house!

This morning I peeked in, feeling like a giant in Lilliput land, and saw that he was still asleep.

Please stay little for just a little longer my sweet boy, as long as you can!


“Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.” Sarah Dessen

The land of Counterpane

Today I wanted to share my favorite poem with you. It’s a poem that my dad learned in school, taught us, and it’s one that he can still recite  today.

It’s about a boy who’s sick in bed but lets his imagination and toys take him away to the land of counterpane.

The photo below is of my son, Zack, going up and away..I hope  for my sons that their land of counterpane never dies!


The Land of Counterpane

When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay,
To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.

I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Starry, starry night

Last night after a bath and instructions to get dressed for bed, my kids decided instead to wear bath robes (mine), sit in front  of the fireplace and pretend it was Christmas. I promptly grabbed their new library books and made hot chocolate. Stolen, unplanned moments like these make me enjoy motherhood the most. We didn’t get to the books but watching them lay on the floor sipping hot chocolate from stirrer sticks, and offering me a straw to sip in tandem made me feel a little Christmassy.  T’was a night in July