I’ve been lucky; for the most part, my kids get along okay. That’s not to say that they don’t fight, because they do, and their fighting has worsened as of late. But they have their tender moments; Maya pats Ben when he’s sad, and I saw Ben go over and “kiss it better” [...]
“A tree may be bent by harsh winds, but it is no less beautiful than the tree that grows in a sheltered nook, and often it bears the richer fruit. In your desperate longing to be like others, to be like everyone else, you seek to destroy what may be a song one day.” [...]
This is a kernel of unpopped popcorn.
This is where it is supposed to go:
This is where my son tried to put the popcorn, but it fell out. (Pictured: little sister)
This is where my son successfully put the popcorn. And then pushed it in. Really, really far.
Needless to say, after trying to pry the [...]
Maya discovers the joy of dirt:
My own, personal Garbage Pail Kid:
Ben does a great imitation of Shrek’s Puss-n-boots:
The Zen of Dirt (made better with Mardi Gras beads)
