Super Rachel Zana's Spot

Every time she gets ahold of a box, she's a happy girl.  Today was a teaching day for me.  Ya Ya came home from school, located three new cardboard boxes and headed up to the office, where she stayed the entire afternoon . . . three and a half hours…

She's been full of mischief, this one.  Oh yes, she has.  

Here's the latest (and hopefully last) victim of the flu at our house.  He held out a long time, through his sisters' long, drawn out time of sick, but he finally succumbed to the raging fever on Monday.  So, we spent a lot of the week cuddling up with an…

There isn't anything better than your sword-loving father who takes time out of his day to do a little backyard jousting with you, using the homemade swords you built yourself and the special wooden shields you built and designed together.    

We were down to the wire on whether this costume would arrive in the mail in time, even though I ordered it with plenty of time to spare.  It did arrive, much to the delight of Mr. SP.  He immediately put it on to wear to the boo ball. The…

Here's the fairy, dressed in layers and ready to trick or treat the neighborhood.  

Every year our preschool throws a magnificent fundraiser boo ball.  The hall is decked out in Halloween fare, the kids (and lots of their parents) arrive dressed in costumes.  A DJ plays kid friendly music, and they dance the night away.  They do the limbo, the hokey pokey, and the…

Mr. Sneaky Pants couldn't wait to carve pumpkins.  He had very, very specific instructions for me to make a very big mouth with lots of jagged teeth.  He also wanted his pumpkin to have five triangle eyes.  I complied. He said it was perfect.   This is The Banana's pumpkin.…

Ya Ya was at school.  The Banana was napping after lunch.  Dr. Peds was outside fixing things and getting the yard ready for winter, and he asked Mr. SP if he would like to come out and be a "worker guy."  Mr. SP loves being a worker guy.  They brought…

She's been making things like crazy for the people she loves.  Now, if I could only get organized enough to get it all into envelopes and off to the post office. We're adjusting to the darkness invading our early evening and late afternoon hours.  I do so hate it. And…