Super Rachel Zana's Spot

Thank you Great Gramma Jan for the wonderful hats! Much silliness has prevailed!

A few days ago Sarah brought home the letter box from Kindergarten, which we promptly filled with various items that started with the letter “R” and sent back to school the next day. The box stays at school, so the various items, a rock, raisins, rotini noodles, a picture of…

Because after lunch today I said in a loud, boisterous voice, “DON’T you go sit backwards in that chair right over there where the light is perfect” that was, of course, exactly what he took great glee in doing. Score one for the Mama!

Sarah was all ready zip out the door today, but we somehow finished lunch five minutes early so she was hanging out in the cabin room until the clock indicated that it was time to go down to the corner to wait for the bus. She was so excited to…

Yesterday Mr. Sneaky Pants informed me, “Mama, you’re a really good poemer.” Upon further investigation I was enlightened with the translation that this meant I was really good at reading poems out loud, particularly poems about giraffes, and that Daddy was not.

You can tell that our little potty trainer has private parts on his brain still. Today he looked at me and asked in all seriousness, “Mama, is your penis slimy?” And we had to have that conversation about how girls just don’t have penises . . . again.

It was a beautiful evening, and to celebrate the extra hour of daylight because of the time switch, we drove down to the beach AFTER supper (woohoo) at sunset. The ever changing ice was ripe for exploring as the sun dipped down beneath the hill. There was a rousing display…

Last Friday Sarah was home from school during the afternoon because of kindergarten round-up. She played Uno with Dr. Peds. She read a few books. She created beautiful jewelry with plastic beads. She played nicely by herself with Legos, and by the time I got back from volunteering at the…

Dr. Peds: Do you have a yucky diaper? Mr. Sneaky Pants: Nope. Just gas. Toots. Toots and more toots. Gas is BEST.

The Banana was in transport to her crib for afternoon nap right after a tasty lunch.