Sarah, in her prebedtime hyperactive state just could not get enough of my brother, who promptly tipped her upside down and carried her across the yard.

Reading The Pioneer Woman’s Blog has been making me very homesick for wide open spaces and, strangely enough, cows. I’ve never been a person who has been super duper interested in cows, but I’ve always appreciated cows. I’ve always liked cows. Cows have a way of watching you with those…

On the way back from North Dakota Sarah, sitting in the middle row of the van next to The Banana asked Mr. Sneaky Pants, sitting in the back row, if he would like to borrow one of her Where’s Waldo books to look at. Mr. Sneaky Pants: Oh. Uhm. Where’s…