It was a dark and rainy night…

It was a dark and rainy night… when a witch appeared. 
At first I was afraid, but then I saw the Gryffindor crest on her robe, and I breathed a sigh of relief.  Then I looked closer at what she was carrying – a stack of books? 
Ah, now I recognized this young witch – she must be Hermoine!
And apparently her Muggle father had agreed to take her trick-or-treating tonight despite the horrible weather:
Meanwhile, though, the night was far from over.  I discovered a hooded figure in our dining room. It bore a striking resemblance to the character Johnny Ghost, from the VenturianTale YouTube series called “PIE” (Paranormal Investigators Extraordinaire).
She said that she was not there to hunt down ghosts but to do something far more terrifying:
Write an essay for English class!

I asked for it

A few days ago, Lucy was working on her first-grade homework at the table. I happened to look over from my work, and I saw that she had skipped a word in her answer.

“Lucy, did you mean to write ‘Max lost in the park’?”

Lucy sighed and flipped her pencil around to begin erasing the entire sentence.

“Wait, Lucy, you don’t have to erase it all. You can just insert the missing word with a caret.”

I expected her to ask me what a “caret” was, but she didn’t. Instead, she just wrote the missing word right above where it should have gone… and then she wrote something else below it.

With a mischievous grin, she slid the paper over to me, and then I saw what she had written.


Lucy had inserted the word along with the drawing of a carrot.  Just like her mama had suggested!

Natural Rhetoriticians

Natural Rhetoriticians: that’s what you get when you mate a philosopher & English major…

Our children know how to argue. Let’s face it… when their mom was an English major and their dad was a philosophy major, they are surrounded by words.  We are constantly explaining and persuading them why their parents’ way is best.  It’s not surprising that they’d turn the tables on us and try to persuade us why their way is best!  Of course, with kids, their arguments are only limited by their imaginations…

Some examples…

Lucy & CJ were kicking a ball back and forth in the front yard. Lucy wanted CJ to look away so that Lucy could kick a ball in the goal without her mom blocking it.

Lucy: Mom, there’s a pretty flower growing behind you!

CJ shakes her head.

Lucy: Mom, there’s a bee flying behind you!

CJ [shakes her head again]: Nah… it’s not so easy to get me to turn around…”

Lucy [throws her arms up in the air]: Look, there’s a grass monster, OK?!?


Lucy: But I don’t want to go potty…

CJ: [Trying to get her to go before we left the house] But sitting there for a minute won’t hurt you.

Lucy: Yes, it will – it will eat my butt!

Evolution of a Smile

A guest blog co-written by CJ & Lucy

At the end of April, Lucy lost one of her top teeth.

She was very excited (as you can see).  Lucy was already working on getting the next tooth to be as loose as possible.  She took great pride in wiggling that one tooth out between her lips and smiling with just that one tooth poking out, snaggletooth style.


A month later, she lost another tooth… but not the one we expected:


As you can see, Lucy still had one tooth hanging in the middle.  Mark christened this her ‘jack-o-lantern’ smile.  Lucy loved it.  LOVED IT!

Finally, on June 7th, that hanging tooth FINALLY came out.


How it came out was Katherine, her sister, knocked it out on a walk. She was tickling Lucy and then accidentally knocked it out. (Her parents may have been heard muttering something about “The first rule of fight club…” but we can neither confirm nor deny that here.)

A few days later, Katherine got some new adjustments to her smile as well:


Yep, those are braces!  Right now she is sporting alternating orange and teal bands (her favorite colors), but she’s thinking that she might switch to her school colors for cross-country season.

In the meantime, our house is full of smiles…


Guest Post: Shoes

So, my mom hates it when I don’t pick up my floor, especially my shoes. She even nicknamed them the “killer shoes”, because of her tendency to trip on anything in her way. Then one day, she cracked…

Shoes on Door

Yup. Definitely not getting those in the way anymore. Took me a LONG time to get them down.

Guest Post: Best. Anniversary. Card. EVER.

A few months ago, Mark and I were looking at the calendar to decide how to celebrate our anniversary. When we realized that Iron Man 3 would be coming out the day before our anniversary, suddenly the decision became very easy. My parents were kind enough to offer to take the girls for a sleep-over, and Mark and I planned to enjoy dinner at a grown-up restaurant, a fun movie, and some time with just the two of us.

And then, on Friday morning, Katherine woke up very sick (throat & ear aches) and Lucy sported a very runny nose. While disappointed, neither of us were horribly upset – we just agreed to reschedule our anniversary celebration for sometime this summer and take in some other popcorn flick.

After that decision was reached, though, Mark’s face suddenly brightened and he announced, “But I have the perfect card to cheer you up!” and he ran out of the room and brought back an anniversary card that he had made for me:



Oh. My. Goodness.

The joke, part 1: First I chuckled. I have always loved Mark’s cartoons with his Dude character – especially when the Dude doing a face-palm expression. And using a welding torch to light a candle? Total silly overkill and very amusing. Definitely tickling my funny bone. Boy, I thought, does my husband know me! And then, I looked closer…

The joke, part 2: Those are WEDDING CANDLES!!! Ohmigosh, those are OUR wedding candles!!!


CLARIFICATION: For those of you who did not attend our wedding 17 years ago, we had a little… ah… technical malfunction… when it was time to light the unity candle. When we lifted the tapers over the center candle, the tapers dripped wax so heavily that the center wick became coated and would not light.

Now I was really laughing hard… Wow, it would have been funny to light our wedding candle with a welding torch!

I decided to put the card out on the kitchen counter, and I smiled every time I passed by it all morning. And then, after a few hours, I was struck by a yet another revelation. I had to immediately call Mark up at work when I abruptly realized:

The joke, part 3: That’s ME holding the welding torch!


It’s a girl-Dude-ette with bows on her antenna! Whoo-hoo! And that, honestly, makes sense since I ended up having to pry up the center candle and tip it over to remove the excess wax before we could light it. It took a while to get the candle to light, and I can still remember the palpable tension in the church at that moment, but then I stuck my hand out to Mark and we shared a good, firm handshake. Mission accomplished, right? Laughter filled the church and we had finally achieved FIRE! Er, UNITY, I mean…


Sweetheart, here’s to not just 17 years of creative problem solving, but also 17 years of laughter! Sometimes very delayed laughter, but definitely the joyful laughter of the happily-ever-after variety…



– CJ

Guest Post: The Sisters Grimm

It’s a grim world for dolls at our house.  Given that our eldest child is fond of reading series like Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Artemis Fowl (really, anything where heroes and heroines fight valiantly against evil villains), quite often playing dolls involves one group of dolls trying to rebel against or subvert some other doll who is a wicked despot.

For example, last week Lucy and Katie decided to pull out the Polly Pocket dolls to use along with the Thomas the Train track.   At first, the dolls were visitors to the Island of Sodor and all was friendly and peaceful.   Eventually, though, it turned out that one of the dolls became a wicked wife to an evil twin version of Sir Topham Hat and the two villains attempted to conquer the Island of Sodor.  The other dolls and the trains had to unite to fight them off.

And then, yesterday, the Island of Sodor became a haven for some dolls that were trying to escape from a  Bad Queen.  Unfortunately, the Bad Queen eventually caught up with them and tied one of the dolls to the train track.  This has happened before, but Lucy almost always insists that the dolls be heroically rescued in the nick of time, so no big deal, right?

Well… no big deal until I hear  Lucy make Thomas the train say…

“Oh!  I saw blood on the track…  Oopsie doopsie!”

Whoa…  While they’re not quite as gruesome as the Brothers Grimm, it does appear that our imaginative play just kicked up to a PG-13 rating…  Wasn’t ready for that!


Seams a small victory

A guest post from CJ:

Seams a small victory.

This week Lucy stained a cute little shirt beyond redemption. Since I couldn’t donate it, I thought “Hey! Why not cut it up and see what I can make out of it?”

I blame my mother-in-law for this kind of crazy thinking… she helped us get a sewing machine last month and that has inspired all sorts of insane behavior, including a recent 3-hour shopping trip to JoAnn’s on a Sunday afternoon.

So, I played around with the shirt for a little while and decided it had the makings for a cute Barbie dress. (Those of you more experienced with sewing can begin cackling now.)

The first decision I made was to not take this whole thing too seriously. (Those of you more familiar with my perfectionist streak can start guffawing now.) My personal goal has been to do something sewing-related each week – even if it’s small – to slowly build up my sewing skills. So I decided up front that this was really just a ‘practice’ project and that it was ‘ok’ if it turned out crappy. I just wanted to try my hand at sewing some straight seams before I attempted a project that I actually cared about.

Since I wasn’t going to be ‘perfect,’ I decided to skip the step of using a pattern. I laid a Barbie doll on the shirt and generously cut out some fabric around her. Then I pinned it together around her body (soooo sorry that I didn’t think to take photos at this stage – it looked like the dress was held together with a bunch of jeweled hair daggers). I used a fabric marker to mark where I thought the seams should be, estimated a seam allowance, and then cut it out.

Then I started sewing. Again… not going for perfection (or even really anything lasting), so I didn’t try to tie off knots or do any pressing of seams or anything like that. I just wanted to fit in a little time on the sewing machine while the girls were actually playing quietly.

The end result? Not too horrible:


The front neckline isn’t sewn at all – I tried to do the neckline on the back of the dress on the machine and it turned out uneven and unravel-y, so I decided to go with a sort of 80’s torn shirt look with the front neckline. And the seams at the shoulder are hand sewn. I, ah, underestimated the seam allowance there, and could barely get the two pieces to meet in order to sew them together. So the flared, pointy look to the shoulders (also a la 1980s) was inspired from necessity.

Oh… and I also learned to double-check which way is facing up when I pin fabric together. Yup – I accidentally sewed the wrong side facing out on the front of the dress. (Whoops.)

But WAIT!!! The point of this was practicing SEAMS… the side seams… Let’s see those…


For my first try with a) a stretchy fabric, and b) stripes, this is not too bad, eh?

So maybe this sewing thing is NOT completely crazy. We’ll see how the next project goes – if all goes well, I’ll be making some pillows for our sofa.

Of course, if all does NOT go well, I suppose they could also be used for a padded room as well. Heh. Heh. Heh.

The Dark Side of the Disney/Star Wars Acquisition

Long, long ago…

(Last week)

In a galaxy far, far away…

(Our living room)

A dark shape appeared, silhouetted in the twilight…


One fearless parent peered through the gloom,

Wondering… could it really be? It looked like…


Han Solo frozen in carbonite?

So the parent flipped on the light switch, only to see…


Nope, definitely not Han Solo…


Just some Disney princesses encased in Pink Carbonite.

Hmmm… I guess the Mouse Empire is a little more, FORCEful these days, yes?