Super Rachel Zana's Spot

Despite a shaky start, when one kidlet woke up and promptly vomited just an hour before we were set to leave for our quick weekend trip to North Dakota, the journey went well. I’m so grateful for that miracle anti-vomiting medicine my husband keeps around and administers in emergency situations.…

I love the way ferns so elegantly uncurl themselves in the spring.  After several cool, dark, wet weeks, suddenly we’ve had a string of warm days and sunshine, and the plants are exploding from bud to bloom and leaves are sprouting all over the place.  We’ve pulled out the sunscreen…

The reoccurring theme song of this Mother’s Day was:  Happy Mother’s Day to You!  You live in a Zoo!  Throughout the day it was boisterously sung by all the kidlets to the tune of “Happy Birthday,” and let me tell you, I really did feel like I was living in…

Out of the blue I had a random knock at the door this week, and it was the florist from around the corner with a beautiful bouquet of mixed flowers.  I’ve been admiring the outside of that floral shop for months every time I drive past it, and these flowers…

Mr. Trouble on Feet is our most cautious child yet.  He doesn’t climb out of the pack and play.  He doesn’t climb on furniture.  He backs up way, way, way before the stairs actually start and crawls down backwards in a very careful manner.  It took him a LONG time…

Thankfully, he’s not attached specifically to one certain blanket, but he does prefer two different kinds of blankets to drag around:  thinner flannel blankets, and also thicker flannel blankets with a little bit of batting in between.  I’m grateful that I have several acceptable versions of each kind, because  he…

  As a small child, I had a wonderful wooden steps tool that transitioned from two wooden steps into a pint sized chair by folding the back down and up.  I think my mother might even have the steps tool in her basement.  I have very vivid memories of playing…

This is the face you get when you are talking with your husband and discussing that in the next two years or so you might need to think about getting a new minivan.  Mr. Sneaky Pants HATES change and transitions.  He hates getting new clothes.  He hate growing out of…

In the children’s choir play on Wednesday, YaYa was a very convincing sunglasses salesperson, and Mr. Sneaky Pants was a bully who pushed down an elderly man carrying a sack of groceries and then made a dramatic exit running down the aisle of the church only to be caught by…

On Wednesday the kids choir at our church presented their spring play/musical.  YaYa and Mr. Sneaky Pants were involved.  Before leaving the house to pick up YaYa from art club and then dropping both Mr. SP and YaYa off at the church for one last practice before the presentation, I…