The tale of the butternut squash.

"What is that?" he asked. I looked inside the final bag of groceries the heaven-sent delivery service had just brought to my door. "Oh, that's a butternut squash. We're going to make some soup today!" I pulled it out of the bag and set it on the counter, and then simultaneously my son and I... Continue Reading →

Raising Mr. Curiosity

He doesn't care that I'm in the middle of reading as he shoves a marker and yet another piece of paper on top of my open book. It's the 4th 'Can you draw this?' request of the morning, and it's only 8:05 a.m. "Mom! I want to learn about pterodactyls. How did they die? Can... Continue Reading →

Learning to savour…

I read the text message that had just come in on my phone... “Hey! We’re going away again this summer, would your family like to come stay at our house for a few weeks?” She meant her house... the one steps away from the beach, her house stocked with LEGO, water guns, books, and toys.... Continue Reading →

But always try to be kind…

"He did what now?" "You need to say sorry to him! Go on, give him a hug!" "We don't hurt our brothers." These phrases are said a lot in our home right now... I have four boys, four growing boys, who seem to get a surge of testosterone with every growth spurt they encounter. The... Continue Reading →

Spontaneous Vacations

It started as a pretty regular Monday morning... During breakfast I wrote a sentence on our board for the two little boys, and then I turned away to make some coffee. When I looked back at the board, big brother had come and gone, but he had most assuredly left his mark. These days of... Continue Reading →

“It’s my birthday?!”

"Mama! Why so many balloons out there?!" The little face standing beside my bed whispered. I could feel his breath on my eyeballs. He had just walked through a small sea of balloons across the living room floor to get to my bedroom. "It's your birthday buddy! You're three now!" I answered with a grin... Continue Reading →

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