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.

How can you not like this self-selected wardrobe choice? Mr. Cuddles loves wearing his galoshes. Whenever he suspects that I’m not watching he sneaks into the kitchen and puts them on next to the back door and catches my attention by tromping through the house. Obviously he was thrilled that…

Tonight . . . almost ten o’clock . . . maybe the best time of the day.

Oh the drama of being a toddler, grins and giggles one minute, and complete utter dispair the next. Ms. Crazy Preschooler snatched a rock off the ground that Mr. Cuddles was on his way to retrieve. She ran off and he couldn’t catch up.