My oldest got the gamer gene. He started off playing on the Wii, mastered the old-school Mario game on his inexpensive game pad, and is begging to play Minecraft. I haven’t even mentioned Fortnight yet. Gaming is fun –
My oldest is pining after a marble track he saw at a local toy store. It’s infinitely better than any marble track he already owns, which is a considerable amount after the last few years of Christmas and birthday gifts.
Some things have happened over the last few weeks in my family that I’m not comfortable sharing in detail, but they’ve prompted this post. As my kids get older I’m finding the need to protect their privacy is more
I’ve been musing over this as I start my prep for art class – yup, art class again. This time in our local, inclusive co-op that we lucked out on when we moved. Don’t get out the pitchforks yet
I knew this day was coming – in fact, I planned it out and set it up to happen this way. As I cleaned out the brushes for one last time and scrubbed paint off the sink (not my