The other day I was talking myself through the In-Store-Behavior-Malfunction that seems to be something every mother struggles through with her children. When I am the one with the incredible leisure ...
These topics come up because of something Ben is learning in school. Part of me wishes they would give us some warning. But then I realize that if they left it up to group rule, our poor kids wouldn&#...
I am allowed Scotch Tape, and that is all. This is as a safety precaution, to protect me, so says my husband, my 4-year old and my 8-year old. They decided this amid howls of laughter, as my husband d...
We are in the middle of a very busy season of our lives. Yesterday morning, I was canning before work, making cucumber relish. (I’ll share pictures at another time) We are canning or harvesting ...
Last night at dinner, we got into a very complicated discussion about a design/build issue with the down-hill go-cart that Ben, our 8-years old is currently planning. I say we, but it was actua...
Peas from this Morning! Remember all those months ago – way back in January or February – when we first planted the seeds for these Peas? Well, that first batch didn’t make it. I had...
This was supposed to be a catch up of our week in art. However, this week has been a lot of work, and filing, and getting the office ready for my husband’s busy season. Earlier this week, I came home ...
Today I may flywith my hair stickingstraight outin every directionfrom the electicityof a circular slide. Spinning dizzy on a grassy fieldmay happen next, or rollingdown a hill, arms plasteredto my si...
The first decision for Success (according to an amazing book I just finished reading, and now will begin the joy of delving into it in more detail for the next few months) is The Buck Stops Here. The ...
This is a new phase for us – where Benny does art to explain himself when he’s in trouble for something, or when he needs a reminder of the rules – if he does an art piece, it seems...
I was a dark storm cloud of a miserable mom yesterday afternoon. My little artist son has an artist’s temperment, as do I, and sometimes those strong wills, and fierce emotions, and melodrama co...
My husband came to me this morning with a gentle request. He approached me with such care and quietness. It is so sweet that when he wants to direct me towards a correction or point out something that...
“I love you as big as a house,” we say. He loves us “as big as a building that Spiderman would stand on top of and swing from rope to rope to rope,” and he’s off – demonstrating the rope swing across ...
As I chop and dice to a beat; close a door with a foot, a drawer with a hip, and turn to rinse a radish. Dinner prep is never as fun as when you’re watching and adoring me and burping the baby while I...
