Around 10:30 Saturday morning, my husband and I decided to go run a couple errands. Okay, we were actually escaping from the teen girls who had descended on our house the night before. My youngest daughter had her 17th birthday party, which usually includes a sleepover with several of her closest friends.
A presentation on Sept. 13 with historian JD Wyneken looks at the 70th anniversary of the Nazi V-2 rocket, a flying bomb that made the first flights to the fringes of space.
My oldest daughter is living at college these days. Last week was her first full week at Digipen Institute of Technology, her second living in student housing.
We have been busy over the summer making exciting plans for providing you with arts experiences in Maple Valley.
Having spent the last several weeks focused on getting my oldest daughter off to school, I feel like I’ve forgotten I even have another daughter. Good grief! Just think what would happen if I had more kids.
Dace’s Rock ‘n’ More Music Academy and the Maple Valley Creative Arts Council are partnering to present monthly open mic sessions and teaching a ukulele group.
PAX Prime 2014, 10 a.m. – 10 p.m., Washington State Convention Center
Bumbershoot, 11 a.m., Seattle Center
We dropped my oldest daughter off at college this weekend. I didn’t have the chance to miss her until Sunday night.
Being an avid scrapbooker, I did not settle for store bought baby albums for my daughters, where all I had to do was fill in the blanks; even though I actually had store-bought ones for them. I probably should have used them, I would’ve been done long ago.
I’ve dealt with a lot of stress this weekend; I worked on my oldest daughter’s baby book. Yeah, she’s nineteen; I’m a bit behind with this task. I meant to get it done the year she graduated from high school.
I had to break up with my dentist, because I can no longer continue on the professional journey he is on. That’s all I will disclose; the point is, I had to break up with someone.
After I had to re-home the trailer trash, street walkin’ kitty I rescued because, although she was sweet with us, she was extremely aggressive to our older cat, I vowed I would not get in the same situation having to juggle our pets again.
Higher education is overrated. I’m only saying this because with my youngest in London and my oldest working, my husband and I were forced to camp alone together for the first time — not once, but three times.
My husband and I got to our campsite at Sequim Bay State Park on Wednesday, only to discover we (I? Well, that’s up for debate) left the step for the RV at the gas pumps in the Fred Meyer parking lot.
“When I was in college, we drank beer. When my sons were in college, they drank draft beer. But when my granddaughter was in college, she’d get together with five girls, go out to a restaurant, and they’d each put $10 toward a $60 bottle of wine.”
My husband and I went camping for the first time together without our children. I’m not talking about going to a car show camping, I’m talking about just going to a state park in our RV and roughing it. Okay, I know it’s not really roughing it when you have an RV, I’m just trying to make a point.
Enjoy an afternoon of vintage fashion on the grounds of Neely Mansion, the landmark 1894 Victorian Classic Revival farmhouse.
The summer months should be a time when children are especially active, play sports, enjoy the outdoors, and perhaps even eat better because there are more occasions for family dinners.
For a unique collaboration with artists for the 2015 Historic Site(s) Specific program
My youngest daughter wanted a new suitcase to take to London. I wasn’t exactly on board with it until we drug the available suitcases out of the attic.
