Tiny man lives by bread and cheese alone
Last night, The Younger was adamant that he would not eat a quesadilla, no way, no how. He also wouldn’t have a grilled cheese, or cheese and crackers. “Yuck!” But Annie’s mac and… Read More
Last night, The Younger was adamant that he would not eat a quesadilla, no way, no how. He also wouldn’t have a grilled cheese, or cheese and crackers. “Yuck!” But Annie’s mac and… Read More
Does this repeat post mean I’m now officially a Bunny Blogger? Is there money in that? In theory, I love the originals of all literature, nothing removed, nothing censored, exactly as the author… Read More
A rerun. I hope it’s an oldie-but-goodie. It seems I blog about bunny-related stuff a lot. Easter is just full of hazards. The Eldest and I attended a big egg hunt a few… Read More
Three after-school activities seem like enough for The Elder, but it’s hard to hold back when all of the other six-year-olds are not just doing soccer, but soccer, tee-ball, hockey and basketball, and… Read More
Last Friday, it happened again. I served dinner, and everybody cried. Well, not me or my husband, or the cat. Just the two little boys with rarefied tastes – who are far too… Read More
“Seeds! Seeds!” shrieks the three-year-old, terrified of the tiny flecks of white in his seedless watermelon. Kid, I say, you don’t know from watermelon seeds. Once upon a time, eating a slice of… Read More
Today I found this intriguing New Yorker write-up of a book that suggests young kids might be better off learning to machete the lawn themselves, but only after learning to boil the shellfish… Read More
The stainless refrigerator that came with our house is, like, so 2011. People who make fridges are now all atwitter about an exciting new finish. It’s so cutting-edge. So avant-garde. It’s … a… Read More
My three-year-old is a vicious, scheming, cheating monster – especially when he plays Monopoly or Blackjack. This, at least, is what his six-year-old brother tells me. You might be familiar with this type… Read More
