This child likes spinach.  In fact, Mr. Sneaky Pants even asks for spinach as his vegetable.  It's because he is growing at incredibly rapid rates, and I always tell him, "Stop that growing!  No more growing!  You can't get any bigger.  And no more healthy vegetables for you!  Absolutely no…

Do not disrupt the cookie eating frenzy.  Period.  

Last night, Mr. Sneaky Pants came over in front of the fire where I was crocheting and began in his very animated storytelling fashion to tell me: Mom, you know that Hannah, that disgusting Hannah that lives with us?  That one?  She doesn't like me and I don't like her.…

The summer that I was eleven, I rode my bike to town once a week and took art lessons from my great grandmother, with a skinny boy who was a year older than me whom my great grandmother really liked.  He came to visit her a lot.  I was terrible…

This time of year, Lake Superior is a massive artist, sculpting miles and miles of fickle,  icy artwork along her jutted shores.  It never ceases to amaze me how the ice changes from day to day.  One day it will appear frozen over for miles and miles, and the next…

Dogsledding is a big deal where I live.  I never really anticipated living in a place where dogsledding would be a big deal, but the fever for it this time of year is quite contagious.  (There was a very big and important dogsled race throughout Northern Minnesota that started and…

The temperature actually rose above freezing this weekend, so we spent as much time outside as possible. Saturday afternoon we went to the beach and played on the icy landscape.  To make things even more fun, we brought along a few boards from our scrap pile.  In the hands of…

The child who NEVER likes his picture taken actually ran in and asked me to get out my camera, take this picture and put it on my blog so that Grandpa Ron and Papa Richard could see it.  He's making his VERY special cowboy face, because, as he put it,…

We opened a box that hadn't been opened for a long time, and inside was a children's picture book that one of my favorite classes from my days of being an English teacher had given Sarah for a baby gift when she was born.  They all signed the front cover.…

This is the second grade version of me, competing in the clothespin drop contest at playday.  The object of this contest was to stand on the chair and drop clothespins into a jar that you can barely see in the bottom of the picture.   When Sarah saw this picture,…