Super Rachel Zana's Spot

He’s always ready to “help” fold the laundry. That usually means jumping on the bed and landing on the piles of folded laundry, or snatching the hangers and hiding the shirts I’m trying to put on the hangers. In other laundry news, our new washing machine that we just got…

As soon as she started practicing, he started “practicing,” and he wailed on that kazoo until she played the last note of Vitali and Mozart twenty minutes later, except for a brief interlude when he pounded on the drums and then returned to the kazoo. It was a racket.

We survived March! March is always a frantic month around here. Filled with music performances of all sorts, we are usually bouncing on our toes, and this March was no different. By the end of March we are all ready for a deep breath. This week we are on spring…

He’s been relishing his outside time this month, stomping in puddles, tossing balls around the scrappy bits of snow in the yard, and scraping around in the slightly frozen sandbox. On Tuesdays his friend comes over to spend the day together, and they have a great time bouncing from one…

I mean, It is a big drum, but really, I do not know how she managed to squish herself inside of it! The Banana and Mr. TOF were discussing childhood hide and seek games with babysitters, and hiding under the drum was one of their favorites places. Then, on her…

I was practicing the piano, and I heard the suspicious sound of running water. I walked into the kitchen to find that Peanut Maximus had of his own accord pushed a dining room chair up to the sink and was “washing the dishes.” He told me to go back to…

He did not want to share one of his cars. She did not give him a pass and played with the car anyway. He was not happy. She’s the sibling who loves him to death and will also annoy him to pieces because “otherwise, how will he know he really…

It’s puddle season! Peanut Maximus can’t get enough of tromping through the puddles on the sidewalk and on the quiet streets in our neighborhood.

After she was done with her morning rehearsal on concert day, The Banana changed into her concert black and she and I waited in the hotel lobby while Dr. Peds picked up the Devious Snail and Aumnee. She threw on her sweatshirt, and because she didn’t want to wear her…