Are your kids driving you crazy in the house? Good. The weather’s finally nice enough to throw them outside. It’s 70 degrees here in The Middle, my daffodils are blooming, and my three-year-old is in seventh heaven working in the
Kids in the Garden
OUTSIDE!
“Outside” was our three-year-old’s first two-syllable word. By the time he was about sixteen months old, he would go to our front door and ask to go outside, usually while signing “please.” He was absolutely right. Kids need to be
Legacy
Today my grandma, my boys’ only living great-grandparent, turns ninety. From building domino castles and hand-churning ice cream to her official turkey stuffing recipe (which bids the reader to “find a cat” to deal with the liver), this woman is
Urban Outdoors
I grew up in a small town, but fate has seen fit to have me raise my boys in a big city. I hate the traffic. My best friend is Charlotte Masoning her children in rural Indiana with chickens and barn