Isaiah (age 8) has taken up baking. He bakes like a happy drunk, tripping around the kitchen, leaving a trail of small disasters in his wake. He dives into each recipe like a boulder dropped into a pond, no caution, all energy. We may or may not have all the...
This is Isaiah,offering me some of his ice cream cone. He must have been about 2 years old. Check out those sweet curls! (I’m re-sharing this post from 2014 as we gear up for summer here again. The twins graduate from preschool this...
All four kids took turns rummaging, elbow deep, in the large metal pot that holds rusted nuts, bolts, washers and nails. First they made robots, tiny friends composed of wing bolts and screws. They each made three or four and named them based on appearance...
See the Mama wren? She’s fussing at me for being too close to her babies who’re tucked inside the bird house. Discarded shoes litter the grass around the pine tree; two bright blue Crocs, a pair of canvas sandals. When the kids are...
Photo Source. Only the worst kind of parent hopes that the slow, cold, July rain doesn’t let up in time for fireworks. Or maybe it’s only the worst kind of parent who decides, even after the rain lets up, not to take the kids to fireworks after all. And, in...
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