Tonight . . . almost ten o’clock . . . maybe the best time of the day.

Oh the drama of being a toddler, grins and giggles one minute, and complete utter dispair the next. Ms. Crazy Preschooler snatched a rock off the ground that Mr. Cuddles was on his way to retrieve. She ran off and he couldn’t catch up.

Ever since we acquired this second little-person lawn chair, these two goofballs have taken to sitting in front of the garage and watching the neighbors across the street with great intent. The neighbors across the street have three boys who are always up to something with rollerblades, skateboards and basketballs;…

Some time ago, I came to the realization that the ration of six preschoolers or six toddlers to one teacher worked for me, and ever since, I have stived to maintain that quota system while I teach preschool music class. It’s worked out very nicely for me. Yesterday I was…

Probably Dr. Pediatrician will be upset. This evening while Mr. Cuddles was dining on a bowl of canned peaches I snipped just a little of his hair off right above the ears and in the very back. I think it looks cute, and it is still curly . . .…

Oh the joy of long-awaited access to the front seat.

For some reason over the past few weeks I have been motivated to try out some new recipes. They all seem to be recipes for breakfast foods, particularly different kinds of waffles and pancakes (and they all seem to include buttermilk). This morning I made “overnight raisin oatmeal pancakes.” They…

Normally our mail does not arrive until 4:00 p.m. but our mailman this morning noticed that we had an unusually large number of packages, and probably didn’t want to drive around with them bouncing in his truck all day, so he made a special morning delivery about 10:00 a.m. The…