Super Rachel Zana's Spot

Me:  OK, time to take a shower! Mr. SP:  You’re just trying to win some kind of award for having the best smelling kids.

Perhaps its the first time on this blog that the mess of the week was not created by a toddler.  It was not created by a preschooler.  It was not even created by a kindergartener.  This edition of Mess of the Week comes to you courtesy of the preteen in…

After Saturday breakfast in Grandma Kathy’s room, the kids all went to Auntie Dot’s room, where they played with tractors and watched extreme skiing (crazy people in New Zealand zooming down vertical rock faces on the peaks of a jagged mountain range).  We were all waiting for the Iowa cousins…

Could there be a child more precious and winsome?  I think not, my friends.  This auntie is smitten, oh so smitten.

A long time ago all the Masons (except for poor Auntie Amy Texas who couldn’t teleport in) planned to get together in the Twin Cities at a hotel with a waterpark during March.  I’m not sure if anyone really noticed at the time that we would all be together for…

When Dr. Peds was little, he had a special doll named Joey.  Actually, we sill have Joey, packed safely away in a box.  Joey went everywhere with Dr. Peds, from what I’ve been told.  You don’t often find boy dolls, so when I saw a Haba doll with a mop…

Over the weekend it snowed, the kind of  wet, heavy snow that sticks to everything.  On Sunday afternoon while everyone was napping and recovering from our travels I escaped for just a bit of time with my snow shoes and enjoyed all trees cloaked in white.  I love fresh snow,…

Dr. Peds had a conference in Wisconsin Dells, and he brought the rest of us along to partake in the gigantic indoor waterparks (yes, multiple) at the resort where the conference took place.  We haven’t ever taken the kidlets to Wisconsin Dells, and of course they were very excited about…

Many mornings Mr. Trouble on Feet wakes up right along with the big kids because they are incredibly noisy in the morning as they stomp about finding clothes and fight about brushing their teeth and wail about one thing or another.  The first thing Mr. TOF asks about when he…

  I came home from a walk and these three were laughing up a storm in the front yard, yelping and whooping down the steep slope of the yard and then back up the plow grade, back and forth down until their sleds finally stopped down at the corner.  Using…