It’s that time of year when my yellow kayak is a permanent fixture atop the van, ready any time the Lake is cooperating and my husband is on hand to extract it from the top of the van and load it back up.    The kidlets laugh about being able…

Last summer I had one lavender plant.  At the end of the summer it was healthy and I couldn’t bear to see it succumb to the first frost, so I brought it inside and hauled it up to my bedroom and placed it next to the west window for the…

This summer Mr. Sneak Pants acquired his very own public  library card.  It is a very big deal, and he was super excited about it.  The rule in our family is that you are able to obtain your own library card when you are able to transport yourself to the…

Dr. Peds was still at work, but the rest of us were gathered at the table outside on the deck, eating fingerling potatoes from the Farmers Market topped with fresh oregano from the plants we are growing on the deck.  After a delicate discussion on the differences between novels and…

  An astonishing number of books have been read in our household this summer.  I only attempt to keep track of the books I read myself these days.  To be truthful, so far this year I’ve read a lot of books that were “meh” or “bleh.”  I’m not including any…

This summer The Banana has been zipping around the neighborhood on her bicycle to find friends pretty much every single day, and she’s become responsible about using her watch to get back home at the time she needs to check in.   She’s entertained her little brother with countless pretend…

This summer I have not been able to convince YaYa to run at Wednesday Night at the Races, and Mr. SP has held out for some major bribery before he has participated.  Last week he brought a book and a chair with him, which was maybe almost a little ridiculous,…

YaYa was at church youth group.  Mr. Sneaky Pants was camping with neighbors, and the rest of us headed down to the Secret Beach on a calm and beautiful evening.  For the most part we were the only people there, although occasionally a person wandered by.  The water was calm.…

Last week Mr. Trouble on Feet said,  “I really wish I could send a postcard to those great grandmas in heaven.”  Me too.