Are We There Yet?

Are We There Yet?

Old cars and teen angst

We have an old van.

We don’t live in it, and it’s not parked down by the river (RIP Chris Farley).

But it is not what you’d call a luxury-mobile.

People often hear us coming. There’s a muffler issue. It might even smell a bit exhausty.

School Daze: the first day - or week - can be a challenge

It’s officially September and we’ve all survived the transition back to school. Not without a few challenges.

Like remembering when school actually starts.

Several eager freshmen were among the first students at Central High School on Aug. 20. Trouble was, they were about an hour early.

A paradise for young inventors

It’s a Friday night on campus, and three 11-year-olds are deep in thought over their new board game. That they made themselves.

You've got mail (from 1941)

Lilian Katz is known the world over for teaching parents and teachers about the minds of young children.

Check out our video here

More road-trip horror stories

We asked some Facebook friends to share their best (worst?) road-trip horror stories. Read on if you dare. And add your own to the list with a comment below, or email jwurth@news-gazette.com and we'll post it for you:

From Judy Argentieri, Champaign:

Family road trip? Don't forget the towels

Off the beaten basepaths

The Prairie Fields sandlot boys are on the move.

The bats are swinging again on their homemade baseball field in Savoy, but in a new spot.

It’s one of those “making lemonade out of lemons” stories.

O.J. crashed our party (sort of)

(Note: This column ran in the June 10, 2014 edition of The News-Gazette.)

Every wedding has those unforgettable moments — the walk down the aisle, the first dance, the low-speed car chase.

Twenty years ago this month, as my husband and I prepared to pledge our lifetime vows, our wedding party was riveted by a fugitive in a white Bronco.

Are We There Yet: Growing pains - for Mom

It’s Tuesday, so this must be field-trip day.

Or maybe the eighth-grade promotion ceremony? Band Awards night? Fifth-grade bonfire?

Building confident handywomen

For the most part, I am the handyperson in our family, but tools are not always my friend.

I like home projects. I have even completed some, with help from family and friends.
Others, not so much. Take the recent toilet-seat conundrum.