Super Rachel Zana's Spot

We’ve had a lot of Fridays home from school this month, but amazingly, the weather has been really great for most of those Fridays.  Yesterday the snow was perfect for creating things.  The Banana made a caterpillar and a snow room with four walls.  Mr. SP created a snow snake…

Last weekend YaYa and I had the unique opportunity to visit the Art Institute of Chicago.  Here’s the deal.  I love art museums.  Both times I had the opportunity to visit the Smithsonian in Washington D.C., I spent nearly the entire day wondering around the National Gallery of Art.  Seeing…

  Ever since we saw a group of middle aged women plunge into the icy waters of Lake Superior last year on New Years Day, Mr. Sneaky Pants has been itching to go for a winter swim.  We didn’t get around to making that happen last winter, and this year…

Our Christmas break was seriously just one long cold snap of subzero pain.  Near the end it did warm up one day to 7 degrees above zero, and we took advantage of the balmy temperatures to go for a quick hike to Rock Knob before the thermometer plunged back down…

  I learned  my kids have figured out that my expressive vocabulary increases exponentially when I am agitated.  The more irritated I get the more I start to use big words, and as I get more worked up the words get bigger.  It unfortunately cracks them up and they end…

I might have mentioned that we are in the middle of a remodeling project, which will turn our tiny garage into a mudroom.  It’s almost finished, but it’s not finished.  Can I just say that I can’t wait until it IS finished?  This monstrous coat pile is a beast to…

I’m just documenting what I see Mr. SP do most often:  Open door.  Insert food into mouth.  Close door.  Return to bed to read books.

My youngest piano student (age 5) gifted Brutus with a pipe cleaner collar and jingle bells.  Mr. SP decided that Brutus needed to dress up with the rest of the family for Christmas Eve. Yes, that is a look of pure disdain on the cat’s face.

There’s a contingency of seven and eight year old boys at our church who love to wear suits.  It totally cracks me up, because if their parents told them to dress up and wear a suit, they never would, but instead they’ve all taken it upon themselves to look exceedingly…