Dear Kid,
Yes, it’s your birthday. Yes, you’re finally 7 years old.
I hope you’re happy with yourself, and all your constant growing and stretching. I just want to know: when will it stop??
Where is my cute, monkey toddler? The one I found climbing kitchen cabinets at 4am and smearing food coloring on [...]
We had a wee party, for a few small guests. A little laughter was shared and few happy grins.
Sure, they left a trail of glitter and itty bitty beads, but they otherwise acted sweet.
[And, no, I did not help the kid make these. We paid a local professional to show her. My [...]
The Kid is amazingly in tune with the world on so many levels, handling the universal tv remote, instant streaming Pingu on Netflix by herself, and painting her fingernails with permanent markers. OK, not so much that last one.
But yesterday, after having a babysitter, she made the following confession:
Mommy, I’m nice to all the babysitters [...]
This month we installed a wood stove insert into our old fireplace. Boy, is it warm! The Hubs has us in shorts and t-shirts at night. I suspect he’s hoping I’ll put on a swimsuit next.
But one afternoon while prancing in front of the wood stove, the Kid looked at the tiny [...]
I had an eye-opener conversation with the Kid and her buddy, let’s call her Doey.*
Come with me, inside the mind of the six year old…
In their 1st grade class, they had just decorated little gingerbread houses (graham cracker, actually) and were back at our house nibbling on various sugary paraphernalia, when Doey noticed the [...]
I know, it’s the holidays and that means standing in line at the post office baking delectable goodies for friends and postal workers who’ll let you cut in line family.
But oh, do I have a tip for you! And little Johnny!
Forget the oven, those pain-in-the-a$$ muffin tins and buying more flour.
Make these!
Okay, you can probably [...]
You may have noticed that I’ve done some baking lately.
This means I’ve been using this item fairly regularly:
With the Kid close by every second of every moment while I’m cooking, she always chimes in with “Can I have a taste help?”
Which, translated from kidtalk, usually means “Move over, Rover. I [...]
