Dr Peds (To Mr. SP):  Please eat your cucumbers. The Banana (in an ominous and dark voice):  Or ELSE he will kill you and kill you until you’re DEAD!  

This year’s piano party was scheduled for the Monday after we got back from our weekend with cousins in Minneapolis.  Unfortunately, it was a snowy day, which prevented some students from being able to come to the party, and a few more were sick, but the students that did come…

I hadn’t been to the beach for weeks, and tonight we had the opportunity to go down the hill.  The ice was beautiful:  layers and shards and piles and shapes of all sorts.  More pictures are coming, although really, pictures could never do it justice, especially since there was a…

Me:  OK, time to take a shower! Mr. SP:  You’re just trying to win some kind of award for having the best smelling kids.

Perhaps its the first time on this blog that the mess of the week was not created by a toddler.  It was not created by a preschooler.  It was not even created by a kindergartener.  This edition of Mess of the Week comes to you courtesy of the preteen in…

After Saturday breakfast in Grandma Kathy’s room, the kids all went to Auntie Dot’s room, where they played with tractors and watched extreme skiing (crazy people in New Zealand zooming down vertical rock faces on the peaks of a jagged mountain range).  We were all waiting for the Iowa cousins…

Could there be a child more precious and winsome?  I think not, my friends.  This auntie is smitten, oh so smitten.

A long time ago all the Masons (except for poor Auntie Amy Texas who couldn’t teleport in) planned to get together in the Twin Cities at a hotel with a waterpark during March.  I’m not sure if anyone really noticed at the time that we would all be together for…

When Dr. Peds was little, he had a special doll named Joey.  Actually, we sill have Joey, packed safely away in a box.  Joey went everywhere with Dr. Peds, from what I’ve been told.  You don’t often find boy dolls, so when I saw a Haba doll with a mop…