Super Rachel Zana's Spot

Remember this waterfall from last July? This is what my favorite neighborhood waterfall looks like today! The spring melt is happening! The weather for the past four or five days has been beautiful, in the fifties or lower sixties, and everyone is out of their winter abodes. Last night I…

It all started about a month ago when I was sitting on the futon reading the quarterly newsletter from our local children’s museum. The article was stressing the importance of involving young children in earth friendly activities, and had a large list of ways families can lessen their detrimental inlfluence…

After playing in the mud all day long, all three kidlets were really quite dirty, so at sundown it was time for a hosedown outside and a long luxurious bath inside. Much time was spent tackling, tickling and loving all kinds of family members. We took Great Grandma Edna out…

Sarah, in her prebedtime hyperactive state just could not get enough of my brother, who promptly tipped her upside down and carried her across the yard.

Reading The Pioneer Woman’s Blog has been making me very homesick for wide open spaces and, strangely enough, cows. I’ve never been a person who has been super duper interested in cows, but I’ve always appreciated cows. I’ve always liked cows. Cows have a way of watching you with those…

On the way back from North Dakota Sarah, sitting in the middle row of the van next to The Banana asked Mr. Sneaky Pants, sitting in the back row, if he would like to borrow one of her Where’s Waldo books to look at. Mr. Sneaky Pants: Oh. Uhm. Where’s…

I have much to share from our exciting trip to North Dakota last week, but I’m still working on a lot of the photographs, so I thought I would start by sharing my very favorite three photographs of Gramma Jan. I have probably mentioned before that I love to take…

Comfy green coat . . . check. Fuzzy football pajama pants in the middle of the afternoon . . . check Super fast galoshes . . . check Big sister’s discarded knee pads . . . check Space alien rocketship bike helmet . . . check (but you can’t see…

Sarah went shopping today with Dr. Peds because now that she’s six, she’s finally outgrown the toddler bike helmet I purchased for her when she was 9 months old. (The child has inherited my small, yet deliciously dense head). While they were out, she mentioned to him that there is…

Admittedly, I was really quite frustrated when I discovered this art project, completed by Mr. Sneaky Pants in all of his sneaky glory. In fact, I rather lost my temper for a short time. Really, I left the house for maybe 30 seconds to take a plastic milk jug to…