We made our first (of many, I’m sure) trip to NYC last weekend. It ended up being an unplanned recon mission to get our feet wet, and help plan future trips. Expect to see posts about NY travel in the coming weeks, and months. Out of the 5 Nomads, Daddy… Continue reading
Having always been educated at home, our youngest nomad son, Trevor, has never been on a school bus. He posed this question about them while we were all in Ebony (our trusty SUV) on our way home. Trevor: “Why don’t school buses have seat belts?” Me: “I believe they are designed… Continue reading
Let me paint the picture for you….The temperature is a mere 40 degrees outside, the sun is partly hidden by clouds; it is not warm. Our eldest nomad son, Noah, is editing his novel at the kitchen table; the kitchen table is by the back door. The ground is still covered with… Continue reading
Our middle nomad son, Ethan, heard what sounded like tapping on a window while he was brushing his teeth last night. This is the conversation between him, and Daddy Nomad (after Daddy Nomad investigated the noise, with his gun in tow, of course.) Ethan: “Well, I didn’t want to go… Continue reading
“If they were to all poop at the same time, they would drown the world.” Musings from our youngest nomad son, Trevor, regarding the VERY LARGE colony of black birds outside our house. Continue reading
