Kids Sign the Darnedest Things
We were having a lovely trip to the fabric store. The moment we walked through the door, my daughter paused, took a deep breath and said, “I love the smell … Continue reading Kids Sign the Darnedest Things
We were having a lovely trip to the fabric store. The moment we walked through the door, my daughter paused, took a deep breath and said, “I love the smell … Continue reading Kids Sign the Darnedest Things
My daughter’s first softball game is tomorrow night. It will be her first time playing a softball game—or even seeing a softball game, for that matter. She’s feeling a little … Continue reading Practice, Practice, Practice
I made French toast for the kids for breakfast today. (I didn’t take a photo. Sorry, I’m off my game this week. The photo to the right is someone else’s … Continue reading French Toast: A Moment of Cute
Since reading The Berenstain Bears Ready, Get Set, Go! my son has been practicing his comparatives and superlatives. Here’s a brief recap: Him: “Big, bigger, biggest!” Me: “Great, honey!” Him: … Continue reading Blog, Blogger, Bloggest
My friend Stacy (of Sanity for Stacy) suggested this topic for a Reader’s Request post. Stacy wrote, “I’d like to hear your thoughts on child spacing, how you decided on … Continue reading Reader’s Request: Child Spacing and Family Size
A neighbor invited my spouse and children over the other day for muffins and hot chocolate. When they arrived, they were served muffins, but did not immediately receive hot chocolate. … Continue reading Hot Chocolate Etiquette: Your Input Requested
In the sermon about failure she delivered to our church this weekend, the Reverend Meg Soens assured the congregation that everyone fails and that everyone feels shame and fear when … Continue reading The Art of Failure
My son loves librarians. We spend several hours with our local librarians every week. For him, librarians are the readers of dinosaur stories, the players of silly songs, and the … Continue reading Avast, Booklubbers! Those Be Overdue!
“Daddy, what’s that?” “Oh! I know! It’s what they used to shred cheese in the olden days!” Old Sturbridge Village, Colonial Williamsburg, Greenfield Village…and our house.
My children teach me things every day. One of the biggest things they teach me is about the flexibility of language. Like, if they say, “Don’t say anything, Mommy,” they mean, … Continue reading Always Learning
I think my parents misrepresented adulthood. I grew up with the sense that adults knew things. Adults had answers. They not only understood the way the world worked, but they … Continue reading Amateur Parenting
“I want to be Santa Claus for Christmas,” said my three-year-old this evening while I was at the stove frying up potatoes and cabbage. “Oh?” I said. “Yeah. He wears … Continue reading Hide Your Toys…Santa’s on his Way