Holly's watch quit working and so she decided to take it apart. And then she decided to call her Gramps because she knows how much he likes machines and tinkering. They had the cutest little time together with my Dad telling Holly about all the parts she could see inside her watch. It was pretty special and awesome. Thanks so much Dad for spending that time with Holly!

A sweet little routine recently resurrected in our house.

Always, always in our hearts.

For the last three weeks, we've held church at home. It's been a pretty special experience and sometimes fairly rowdy. I'm so grateful I have the resources and the ability to continue to teach my children and to learn. There's something so sacred about our home being a place of worship.

Covid-19 has me feeling stressed and anxious. Fortunately Conor has an extra long weekend so that we can figure out what we need to do and just be together. I have all sorts of feelings ranging from disappointment to anger about how government has handled this (I'm looking at you, Mr Trump). I'm grateful that church has been canceled as well as everything else in our lives. And I'm nervous about getting through the next 2-24 months.

This afternoon, we packed the babies up and went on a hike and it was exactly what I needed. Just to be outside, unplugged from my phone and the news. I'm so grateful that we can at the very least, go outside every day.

All in all, Conor and I are very fortunate. Conor works from home, and I already homeschool my daughters. The disruption to our lives and routines is so much less than what it will be to other families.