Last night we took a trek to the fair and met some of our good friends. Although in the past I have avoided actually spending a fortune at the fair and distracted Ms. Crazy Preschooler enough so that we didn’t need to do rides, I decided this year that we…

I’m starting to think that all my photos look the same. Maybe because this is because I take so many pictures of the same people, who in a sense, do look the same.

“Mom, I need a bandaid. Wait. Don’t say anything yet. I need to tell you something. This is really bleeding. You just can’t see it.” Someone really loves her Strawberry Shortcake bandaids.

How can you not like this self-selected wardrobe choice? Mr. Cuddles loves wearing his galoshes. Whenever he suspects that I’m not watching he sneaks into the kitchen and puts them on next to the back door and catches my attention by tromping through the house. Obviously he was thrilled that…

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…