Are We There Yet?
Like a lot of other people, we took a road trip — and dealt with lots of snow — over spring break.
It wasn’t a long vacation, just an extended weekend in Kansas City to take in some NCAA tournament games, visit with family and eat lots of food.
My daughter and I closed down the library one recent Friday night.
We know how to party.
Actually, a certain slim, attractive amateur sleuth, known to zip around River Heights in her blue roadster, is to blame.
We had run into my good friend Jodi Heckel, whose daughter couldn’t wait to share her latest literary love: Nancy Drew.
Repeat after me: School projects are fun. School projects are educational. School projects can be great family experiences if your parents are organized, proficient with a sewing machine and technically savvy.
I think you can see where this is going.
Our children are pros at Christmas lists.
As Friday's terrible news unfolded in Connecticut, I tried like the rest of the world to make some sense of it. And I failed.
Yes, I thought, as each person conveyed their horror, sadness, and desire to hold their children and wrap them in a bubble.
Yes, I thought, as people railed against those who believe any form of gun restrictions are unconstitutional.
It was one of those “I knew that!” parenting moments.
I had hauled my 3-year-old in for a doctor’s visit that was likely to end with some needle unpleasantness, so I’d brought along lots of distractions in my diaper suitcase: books, sippy cup, toys, and what I considered healthy snacks.