Super Rachel Zana's Spot

These images are from a few weeks ago. Peanut Maximus loves a good painting day! There’s something about dipping the brush in water and then in paint, and then in the water again, over and over. Sometimes the brush makes it to the paper too.

Peanut Maximus was doing something really annoying. Mr. TOF: You just look so innocent! Peanut Maximus: I Not. I’m (his name).

He’s always ready to “help” fold the laundry. That usually means jumping on the bed and landing on the piles of folded laundry, or snatching the hangers and hiding the shirts I’m trying to put on the hangers. In other laundry news, our new washing machine that we just got…

As soon as she started practicing, he started “practicing,” and he wailed on that kazoo until she played the last note of Vitali and Mozart twenty minutes later, except for a brief interlude when he pounded on the drums and then returned to the kazoo. It was a racket.

We survived March! March is always a frantic month around here. Filled with music performances of all sorts, we are usually bouncing on our toes, and this March was no different. By the end of March we are all ready for a deep breath. This week we are on spring…

He’s been relishing his outside time this month, stomping in puddles, tossing balls around the scrappy bits of snow in the yard, and scraping around in the slightly frozen sandbox. On Tuesdays his friend comes over to spend the day together, and they have a great time bouncing from one…

I mean, It is a big drum, but really, I do not know how she managed to squish herself inside of it! The Banana and Mr. TOF were discussing childhood hide and seek games with babysitters, and hiding under the drum was one of their favorites places. Then, on her…

I was practicing the piano, and I heard the suspicious sound of running water. I walked into the kitchen to find that Peanut Maximus had of his own accord pushed a dining room chair up to the sink and was “washing the dishes.” He told me to go back to…