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…

Mr. Sneaky Pants rediscovered Sarah’s old Lion Halloween costume from a few years ago, and it has become THE sought out attire. He likes the idea of having warm, fuzzy fur. Not to be outdone, of course, after fighting valiantly to wear the much too-small costume herself, Sarah finally gave…

When we first began considering moving to the city we live in, I was greatly comforted by the fact that if I got to the point where I was feeling clausterphobic amid all the trees in the amply forested land that I would be able to see clearly to the…