Leading up to Christmas it rained. A lot. So Nate and I made cookies. During these rainy afternoon projects, I came to the realization that mostly what remains of my grandmothers are our cherished memories and their recipes. Especially their cookie recipes. There is something so innately warm and comforting…
My house is a wasteland of children’s art projects. Well, not children. Child. One child. A little lefty named Jacob who is well on his way to 10,000 hours of drawing expertise. Little piles of his work can be found in drawers and on tables; in folders and portfolios. I…
The Book Elf has found that no matter how many hours of research he does, how many “Best of” book lists he pours over, how many Amazon reviews he reads, truly outstanding books that make you want to read them again and again are rare indeed. Some words of caution:…
The Book Elf was assessing the calendar countdown to Christmas and appraising his stock of well-researched kid lit and has identified a two night shortfall. He has decided to write a non-committal note regarding some unexpected fire drill from his boss and bring in The Pajama Elf as back-up. The…
Two weeks ago I buckled down and did my obligatory clothes management clean-up of the boys closet. It generally involves going through every drawer and putting things into piles such as: Basement for Nate, Devon, Salvation Army, Girls Clothes Nate Wore Home From School, and Rags. Given the weather has finally changed,…
Two weekends ago we went home for our cousin Covin’s birthday and to visit with the CV fam. On the Saturday morning car ride there, we start talking about our need for Christmas cookies, as long holiday car rides always require large stockpiles of our family-favorite sweets. As we brainstorm…
Keeping with this theme of mistake-making and perfectionism, the Book Elf brought us a little tome titled Beautiful Oops! by Barney Saltzberg. A quick Google search has also turned-up a song and a lesson plan and all sorts of other teaching accoutrement. So now that Jacob is learning to write, and…
When Jakey was three he went through an “ashamed phase.” If you even gently or innocently questioned his abilities, strength, size, or corrected his behavior, he would melt into a puddle of tears and cave baby grunts and would run away and hide his face. Once I balked when he…
About eighteen months ago I was in a training class at work with my friend Monica. She was under the gun to get a little boy present and she asked me for some ideas. That night I looked around the house, jotted down a quick list, and didn’t think about…
We’ve recently had a couple of exciting developments here in the world of child development. First, back on November fourth, Jakey started sounding out words so he could write them down. He wrote “luna” and “mi casa” without me telling him the letters and it was the best. And then…