Today my sixth grader is dressed in his finest black. He’s also taped a feather on either side of his bow tie. His social studies class is having a funeral for their mummified chicken E. I. Eeyaihotep. They’ve been studying
(Behold! Not one cat, but TWO cats we have adopted this month. Max made me do it.)
I don’t have a complete story here, only a verbal sketch of a scene pulled from an old journal. I’m posting this entry especially for those of you who know how much fun it is to travel with a cranky
1) Max’s hair is bugging the CRAP out of me. He likes it long. We got the bangs (can you say bangs in relation to a guy) cut recently, but it has a helmet quality to it, and because it was
My friend Lana shared this link from PBS with me: Which Country Shares Your Parenting Values? My results say I should live in Australia (just like Lana). There’s also an interactive chart where you can compare any two countries. As one might expect, the