The Russinger Road

So, this weekend my daughter (Ashtin) walked into the world offically wearing ‘jeans’. This may not be huge news for you, or the world, but it was a stunner for me and her mom. Ashtin has always disliked the way jeans feel and has opted for the casual knit pant. But, this past Sunday she strolls into our bedroom sporting her  jeans that have been lying dormant in her dresser forever. She was all smiles as she boldly confessed the start of a new day, the day when jeans are wearable and welcome.

What does this all mean? Not sure, but as your daughter ages and develops before you it causes suttle heart palps:) Fashion world please be gentle.

russinger road…

Hello everyone,

We are all enjoying a white December in Portland, half the time i think we have entered Narnia especially when the street lights illuminate the snow covered roads. Each day the kids are leaving foot and body molds inviting the snow to narrate their laughter and play to those who walk by.

Even though we have indulged in this heavenly gift of white, it eventually morphed into the silent nemesis known as water. Without invitation the quiet foe found small openings in our roof, calling forth its watery tribe. They descended down our walls and gathered under the carpet catching our feet by surprise. So, the wet war began. We tore into their fortress by lifting back its protective layering (our carpet and padding) and began throwing our towel bombs over it, soaking up its front line. After scaling their defensive walls (our attic/ladder/rooftop outside) we secured sniper position and sent our intel squad to locate their entry point. Due to the precision of our team (friend Rick Devries) we surrounded and they scattered (or evaporated). Damage diverted.

Following reflection. I’m reminded that the smallest of things that go unnoticed could silently gather to bring the greatest damage.

We have all enjoyed this Christmas day and hope you have as well.

with love….