Super Rachel Zana's Spot

Ya Ya has been on a bug collecting mission this week.  She has scoured the flower beds and the weeds and all the crevices of our yard collecting millipedes and centipedes and beetles, slugs and ants and a few spiders on the side.  It got even more exciting when Dr.…

This morning Mr. Sneaky Pants graduated from preschool.  We have found the best preschool.  I’m so happy that The Banana gets to go there next year.  I think I would go through preschool withdrawl otherwise.  This preschool has the three most amazing teachers I may have ever met, filled with…

In all the anticipation and planning that has taken place for the last two weeks as Mr. Sneaky Pants neared the day of his half birthday, he made a few simple things very clear.  Most importantly, he didn’t want to have to do any cleaning on his half birthday.  He…

On Friday morning The Banana, Mr. SP and I scoped out some garage sales.  The Banana purchased a plastic toy camera for 50 cents.  She’s been “taking pictures” of everything with it.  At the same sale, Mr. SP came bounding over to me with an extremely realistic rubber snake that…

Today he got a broken, bright pink jump rope handle stuck on his middle finger.  Really stuck.  It was so stuck that I neglected to even take a picture of it.  It looked like he had an enormous pink claw extending from his small hand.  Thankfully he didn’t panic much,…

The Banana, Mr. SP and I spent a bit of time this evening hiking to Rock Knob.  On our way we explored the spooky forest briefly, and right before we left we had to do some quick climbing on our very favorite tree.  Well, I didn’t climb, I watched.  I…

The annual carnival at Ya Ya’s school is a super exciting night for the kidlets.  There was a great deal of inflatable goodness (bouncy houses, inflatable slides, and all sorts of other things) carnival games where they sacked a great deal of candy as prizes, a cake walk, ice cream…

I have been thoroughly enjoying this child the past few weeks.  There is so much to love about age three and a half. I love how she mothers the cat, her stuffed puppy and her dolls, wrapping them up in blankets and cooing in a motherly, reassuring voice to them…

Mr. Sneaky Pants had been asking and asking for Dr. Peds to help him ride his bike this spring.  (I am certainly not in ANY shape to chase after a bicycle, and he has noted how I move at a pace slower than a tortoise . . . so my…

They came to me after lunch yesterday begging to get out the yellow plastic wading pool.  You might recall my struggle with loving the yellow plastic wading pool (even though it is cheap entertainment for them all summer long) from this post last year.  I groaned.  It couldn’t be time…