August 24th, 2009

Baby Boy

I call him that here because he would never let me get away with it in real life. See? Blogs are good for something, aren’t they?

My dirty sweaty baby boy Rafe:

August 8th, 2009

Cuteness Overload

This should be illegal.

Little boys wearing Osh Kosh alligator T-shirts … Seriously.

I am helpless here.

July 19th, 2009

Sweet Success

July 14th, 2009


I am supposed to be writing a column. But I am pretty sure that if I just leave it alone long enough, there in that sad and empty word document, it will write itself … won’t it?

Besides, I’ve been busy cleaning house and packing for a little trip away with the big girls. The big boys — well, they will be content to stay at home with their visiting

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July 11th, 2009

How to Get a Boy to Pay Attention at Mass

At Mass this afternoon, Daniel got a bit squirmy. And whiny. And sick-of-being-in-this-place-where-everyone-keeps-telling-me-to-be-quiet.

In an effort to re-focus his attention on important matters, I whispered in his ear.

“Look up at the altar,” I told him. “See what the priest is doing?”

He squirmed.

“He has bread and wine,” I whispered on. “Up there in a special cup.”

He whined.

“Something very important is going to happen next …”


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July 8th, 2009


“Oh no!” I gasped at Daniel this afternoon. “Don’t shake the soda bottle! If you shake it, it might explode.”

But I am not at all sure that these words accomplished my goal of making him think shaking a soda bottle is an undesireable thing to do.

July 5th, 2009

Return of the Reptiles

So I came here to post something, mostly because I am disturbed by the idea of leaving a photo of a full size roasting pig carcass at the very top of my blog page.

I’m fussy like that.

I thought I might share a photo from the boys’ fishing excursion with Dan this evening, but I’m afraid this snapping turtle they netted is not much better than the pig carcass.

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June 24th, 2009

For the Love of a Worm

Well, we’ve sure been getting dirty lately!

I think Daniel’s recent obsession with “worm hunting” might have something to do with it.

“Worm hunting” consists of convincing an older brother or sister to dig alongside you in the woods or in Mama’s empty herb garden (Shame on me, I know!) until one uncovers a worm or two. Or seven. Or sixteen.

Then the 2 year old grips the worms

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