It cannot be said enough, this thing about three-year-olds liking to do household chores. I wanted to get the kitchen cleaned up (weird, I know, and rare – ask Scott). I could not convince Jonah to go play with toys…
there once was a train named…
We’re driving in the car on the way to the gym. Jonah says, “Mama, tell me a story.” I turn the radio off and begin: Once upon a time, there was a… Train! says Jonah. Once upon a time there…
grateful and not-so-much
I have some theories about the powers of the Internet. Specifically that when one writes about something good, the forces of the universe will immediately switch on you (this seemed particularly true when blogging sleep trials and tribulations). So then…
adventures in low-fat cooking: green chile chicken enchiladas
Words cannot express how much we love green chile chicken enchiladas. Or their holiday incarnation with leftover turkey. It is the cheesiest, creamiest, brown crispy crustiest, warm chile can’t stop eating it -iest food on earth. Here’s the photo from…
in which i inadvertently introduce violent toys into his life and we wax philosophical about poohpooh
I subscribe to Freecycle. As a Freecycler, I’ve passed along some pretty cool stuff and picked up some pretty cool stuff. There have been duds. The trio of giant wicker pumpkins comes to mind. It’s a bit like gambling. Or…
it has a certain ap-peel
Yesterday, we picked an orange off of our front yard tree on the way up the stairs into the house. We’ve rarely had any oranges off this tree since we’ve moved here for a variety of we’re-not-very-good-at-growing-stuff reasons. But it’s…