Pixie Dust
There are definitely days when I wish I saw things more like my 7 year old! I will never see my pumpkin candle-holder quite the same way again thanks to the fact that for over…
Just the stuff that happens as we go through our day to day routine. . .
There are definitely days when I wish I saw things more like my 7 year old! I will never see my pumpkin candle-holder quite the same way again thanks to the fact that for over…
“Dad, do you know what I want to be when I grow up?” the red-headed girl asked me during the pool-side chat. “What’s that dear?” “A vulcanologist!” she replied. “You want to study volcanoes?” I…
So as many of you know, this summer has brought some interesting health challenges for me. As a result, there were many things I put on the back burner – cleaning my floors regularly was…
“That’s right buddy, the pilgrims learned to grow corn from the Indians.” “They did!?! What else did they grow?” “All sorts of things! They grew corn, wheat, beans and tabasco.” “They did!?! Wow!” “Yeah, except…
This summer has been incredible. I really don’t know how else to describe it yet. It was a good summer, but it was not without its difficulties. One might say that often times in life…
“How was your first day at soccer practice?” Mom asked. “Great. We jiggled through the noses.” the boy replied. “I think he means he dribbled through the cones” I clarified as the boy ran down…
Today our budding 4th grader returned home from what according to all accounts was a banner start to the year. (Naturally the bar is set high considering that on her first day of 2nd grade…
Wow… it’s been a while. Latest update: The boy, singing: “Do you know the muffin man? The muffin man, the muffin man. Do you know the muffin man? He lives on Drury Land.” Emma: “It’s…
A few months ago, our small boy had a school program where his starring line was actually a sentence fragment due to the vast number of kids who needed speaking parts and the apparent shortage…
It never ceases to amaze me how the sequence of events that lead up to the blog fodder are actually potential blog fodder as well. Distraught at the notion that his sisters received snail mail…