Our kids go to a Montessori school. In theory, that means Newt and Elfie are supposed to be learning to fend for themselves. I know that sounds ridiculous since the point of raising children is to make sure they can be contributing members of society when you kick them out of the house, but apparently…
One thing I love about our kids’ school is that because they’re a charter, they can do crazy assignments whenever something interesting comes up. The other day, my son, Newt, came home looking like he’d won the lottery because his teacher had signed him up for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). If you’re an adult,…
I haven’t been around much in Internet land. Last weekend, I took the kids to Monterey (which was quite the haul in a three-day span). Then they had to do Nevada Day reports (Sarah Winnemucca and the Hoover Dam, if you’re just crazy curious). And, of course, there was Halloween. And yes, all of that stuff…
Sunday started out so well. The kids and I slept in (my husband’s working — lately it feels like that’s all he does). The kids ate dry cereal for breakfast so I didn’t even have to make anything. And I read the paper while they read books. It was dreamy. Photo by PartlySunny Then I…
I got really angry today. Really, really angry. I was like a big ball of rage that was ready to blow up all over everybody, and I basically had to send myself to my room and hyperventilate to keep from strangling someone. Why? Valentine’s cards. The kids’ school requires them to make all of their…
We’ve been, to put it mildly, disappointed with the kids’ school lately. Without going into too much detail, it’s gotten away from the basic philosophy that they sold us on when we came into the place last year. Which, well, kinda stinks. Because now our kids love it, have friends there, and feel they’d die…
So come on in. I made some Arnold Palmers. And a nice jello salad...
