After Easter

Wondering what to do with all those boxes of peeps you hoarded under your bed so the kids wouldn’t find them? (C’mon! I know we’ve all got them!)

peep brûlée

Mmmmm, mmmm!


creative play

My children’s creative use of toys gives me a glimpse into the inner workings of their young minds.

Mr. Potato Head has hairy armpits.


Would you look at this? A mainstream TV show depicting a family with four children and both a mother and father. Now there’s something you don’t see much.

As long as we are wasting time on YouTube, my little Star Wars fans loved this one!

I’ll post my own blog material tomorrow, though, k?

latest trends

Some of you have been wondering what to wear as the seasons begin to change. Naturally, we look to the avant-garde trend setters in the fashion world to let us know what is around the corner in style. Ood’s paparazzi recently spotted him wearing this:

Belts. Not just for waists anymore.


Tood is asleep now, but in a few minutes I’m going to wake him again to spoon some water into his lips and perhaps feed him a bite of yogurt. Just before I got up this morning he had to race to the bathroom for what would be the first of fourteen quadrillion hard purges. Poor guy. It’s not fun being sick.

Friday and Saturday the children’s choir Tood sings in hosted a big choirfest, which was a wonderful and exhausting festival for his and some visiting choirs. You can see they are wearing their various performance clothing in this photo of their final concert.

They are just getting on the risers here. Tood is easy to spot, because not only is he the cutest, he is also the smartest (and perhaps he is also the shortest.) They sang many fun songs, including a long scene scene from Ahmal and the Night Visitors with opera students from the university singing the lead parts, and an entire children’s opera The Emperor’s New Clothes, also with university cast playing the leads. I thought it was amazing they could put together such a polished program in only two days.
The choirs also sang a few songs individually.


I love the clear, beautiful sound of this children’s choir and always get choked up when they start to sing. Maybe it sounds like this when angelsl sing, at least I imagine. It is a good fit for Tood, and I am proud of him.

Almost Haiku Friday

Wait, Haiku Friday!
The clock says it’s a bit late.


receding slowly
mountains of snow grow porous
revealing treasures


Why did no one tell
that this was available
instead of strained peas?

(I know, I know, I just posted a foody baby face. It’s refreshing to see a theme begin to emerge from this blog, no?)

Happy March Forth!

I don’t know why I ever bother making New Years resolutions, right in the thick of the darkest and bleakest days of winter, but I do. My resolutions are invariably of the same genre: get organized with a sprinkling of getting in shape. I always give them a good college try too. But you must remember that my college days were spent gorging on pizza, shopping for makeup, and indulging in all-night cram sessions for whatever it was I studied. By mid-February I cannot remember what the color green looks like, let alone which closet I was going to create a haven of clutter-freeness from. Thank heavens for March 4.

When I was a kid we would always spend a few seconds marching about and often make a dessert in honor of the pun. Now that I look grownup it has become a day of re-commitment, of marching forth, often accompanied by dessert, usually cake. March 4 is the day for knowing that whatever storms may roll in, the worst ones are over. There may be snowy gray clouds today, but odds are tomorrow will be sunny and slushy. We shed a couple blankets from the beds. We clean a closet we had forgotten we were supposed to, just because. March 4 reminds me what green looks like, I can smell the approaching sun.

I always make a few goals for the coming Spring on this day. What am I Marching Forth to do this year? I am going to exercise every weekday for three months! Who’s with me?? <crickets chirping>


For those who only come here for photos of the Baby:

This little face got foody, this little face came clean.

I should write nursery rhymes for a living. And yes, she is saying “quack quack!” quack

Notice that her security item that day was a toothpaste lid. Blankies are highly overrated.