A Lesson in Sharing

4 o’clock in the afternoon, a good time for a snack. I look through our cabinets and refrigerator to settle on chips and salsa. I pop open the top of the jar and sigh heavenly at its chunky ingredients. When I hear Abby’s footsteps toddling in, the crinkle of the bag must have given me away.… [Read more]

Do I Really Have to Do This Again?

Abby peed on the potty the other day.

This would be cause for celebration. I even called my mother immediately after to brag, because who better to commemorate the occasion with than the doting grandma? We whoo’d and yay’d appropriately. But then I began to contemplate the situation I was in.… [Read more]

His Name is Yogo

Bedtime around here can be a fiasco. We have a routine that we (I) tend to stick with fairly rigidly or else the entire process goes haywire. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say we could be up until midnight trying to wrangle everybody without set structure. Luckily, that has yet to happen, though Jedi gives it his best shot.… [Read more]

Gone Fishin’

Buzz is a hands in the dirt kind of boy. He’ll try to drag in anything from outside he can sneak past. Rocks, big sticks, small twigs, leaves, weeds, grass, mud, bugs, random scraps of trash found like treasure. He relishes in nature and it’s myriad of possibilities.

The other day, like many times before, a stick found its way inside our living room.… [Read more]

It Takes a Village

Just last week, I was so worried that my 4 year old son would lock me out of the house. It seems I should have been more worried about my husband.

Maybe this is my fault. I should take my keys with me. But it’s a paltry few steps up the street to the bus stop.… [Read more]