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This morning as I was heading home, after delivering my eldest to his place of employment, I spied a preschool group being taken for an outing. I remember when I would take out my crew when they were little. The arguments, debates, corralling, struggling, last minute snacks, finally stepping out the door and having to…
I am mired in the dreaded seasonal clothing switch. Elbow deep in clothing of winter past and summer gone, with music blaring to keep me distracted enough to stay on task. The ring of the telephone penetrates the sound wall. I dash down the hall and stairs to answer the phone, but my daughter has…
I like making cookies. Not fancy ones with exotic ingredients, nor ones with special shapes or fillings, just regular drop-style cookies. Specifically chocolate chip cookies. I have a white dough recipe and a chocolate dough recipe that are the vehicles to whatever I decide to add. In Halloweens past, when my kids were still little, we…
My youngest son believes he is the middle child. He is not the oldest or the youngest, or the first. First born, first son, first daughter, and youngest, all titles taken, thus he must be the middle child. In my experience the middle child is usually the forgotten one. My son is definitely not forgotten….
Who could have predicted a day like today? Tromping through the woods, in the middle of October, wearing shorts and sandals. I gathered my crew, grabbed my camera, readied the green van and off we went. The strength of the wind made driving the van over bridges a little hairy (my dad describes driving an…
Maple keys are magical. When we walk to the library we cross a rail bridge and my kids always collect up things to drop over the bridge. Originally it was a physics demonstration: what happens when this falls? how do you think shape, density, thickness affects how it falls? what else can effect the results?…
I live in crazy. A crazy that I have done nothing to curb, I have more than likely encouraged or possibly have been an example for. I am presently enjoying a spontaneous bed time out burst of ‘Let’s go fly a kite’ circa Mary Poppins by my three youngest. Some other crazy to share… …my…
I think I have spent a lot of my time as a parent thinking ‘I am not ready for this’. When you are first handed that beautiful, exquisite, little bundle that you have been percolating for the previous nine months, the first response is somewhere in the ‘Wow’ realm, and shortly thereafter, ‘I’m not ready…