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And this was Ms. Crazy Preschooler’s favorite part of the picnic. The activities had a Pirate Adventure Theme, and there was this gigantic inflatable Titanic slide that rose high in the air. Kids scrambled up the stairs and then wooshed down past little black windows into the ocean below. It…

Today we attended an appreciation picnic sponsored by Dr. Pediatrician’s employer. We’ve gone for the last two years, and have had a fantastic time each year. It is such a kid friendly place to go. There are activities for kids of all sizes: painting pumpkins, games, and each year the…

This Evening. After I forgot to make him supper. (Actually I didn’t really forget, I just didn’t really think he’d be home while the rest of us had supper). He grumped at my camera, especially when I tried to take pictures of his feet, but I like how they turned…

I woke up from heavy afternoon slumber to find this creation right next to the futon where I was snoozing away, complete with Ms. Crazy Preschooler whispering away like mad. It is a zoo orphanage. There is one room for orphans, one room for exotic animals and one more room…

She didn’t want me to take any pictures at preschool. She didn’t want a picture of herself with her backpack, ONLY with her new shirt and skirt, and even then she was really only interested in having me snap 1 or 2 photos, except that Mr. Cuddles thought he should…

This is a bloglift, an idea that I have to completely credit to my friend Carmen, a teaching peer when I lived in North Dakota. She always comes up with the best books to read. In fact, she used to have her apartment decorated with books: bookshelves, books on the…

Last night we took a trek to the fair and met some of our good friends. Although in the past I have avoided actually spending a fortune at the fair and distracted Ms. Crazy Preschooler enough so that we didn’t need to do rides, I decided this year that we…

I’m starting to think that all my photos look the same. Maybe because this is because I take so many pictures of the same people, who in a sense, do look the same.

“Mom, I need a bandaid. Wait. Don’t say anything yet. I need to tell you something. This is really bleeding. You just can’t see it.” Someone really loves her Strawberry Shortcake bandaids.