Squirmy just loves having a bath.  While the water is running, he stands next to the tub on his tiptoes, just filled with glee about the prospect of splashing in that water. Lest you think that such moments are tranquil and lovely at my house, you should know that right…

Shhhhhhh.  Listen closely, and you probably will hear the out-of-control evil laughter that accompanied these sinister countenances.  She makes a terribly good villain.  Sometimes she barely even needs to try.

We started the day out right with a squishy breakfast in the bathtub.  On the menu was Swedish pancakes, because without syrup I figured they had the best chance of not being extraordinarily messy.  I wonder if they will all fit in the bathtub when they are teenagers?  Squirmy really,…

Every single year I am once again amazed at how many wild shasta daisies there are all over the place.  They grow in the forest.  They grow in the meadows.  They grow on people’s lawn right in the middle of the grass.  We drove to Ely last Saturday and there…

Egads!  My baby is only going to be a true authentic baby for ONE more day.  What am I going to do?  I think I  need six more babies (except they all wouldn’t fit in my van, and the prospect of me driving something even bigger than my van would…

Mr. SP is licking his yogurt cup and says to me, “I really wish all the grass on the ground were green gummy worms and all the leaves on the trees were gummy vitamins, and in the winter it would be really great if all the snow was ice cream.…

I have been meaning to have the kidlets do a marshmallow construction project for quite some time now, but I never remembered to buy the marshmallows when I was at the grocery store.  We usually have some sort of marshmallows around for spontaneous Smore-making activitites, but there are rarely enough…

If you had seen the innocent enthusiasm of this almost toddler pulling one tissue after the next out of the box in rapid succession, you would have just let him keep going too, I know it.  Every gesture he made was filled with glee.  He threw tissues at the cat.…

When I discovered, several months before our trip to Yellowstone, that it was already far too late to make any kind of reservations for lodging within Yellowstone, I decided to try for a location in between Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons, and lo and behold, I miraculously found a place…

Squirmy hates grass.  He really, really hates grass.  He hates grass so much that if you put him on a blanket in a sea of grass, he will not ever leave the blanket.  It’s as though the blanket sprouted walls and bars and turned into a county jail.  For now,…