With all that’s been going on in Iraq I thought I’d take a stroll down memory lane and return to January 28, 2005 in my journal. Do you remember those weapons of mass destruction? I’m remembering Max almost
La Artista and Al Kaka
Where Have All the Boogers Gone?
Everybody picks their nose. Adults are just more discreet than children. Reader and writer Amy Wall Lerman asked, “Where do boogers go after they’re flicked into the air?” Which leads me to conduct this survey. Maybe you don’t really want
Konga’s First Rumpus Royalty! Queen Aurelia the Refined
Once a month Konga Line shall crown one wonderfully beastly girl Rumpus Queen and one gloriously beastly boy Rumpus King. Send in stories of your little goblins for a chance at the crown. If your mini-monster is named Rumpus Royalty, I’ll post
The Lunch Pack
My fourth grader came home from school and said his lunch pack smells funny. It’s one of those soft cooler pack designs: fabric on the outside, water-resistant inside, sides are puffy with insulation. I wiped down the inside with detergent
Mama and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Saturday
Max is 9 now, way past toddlerhood. But I have written documentation of his terrible twos in my journals (I can’t believe I had time to write anything), which exhausts me just reading it. Here is one Saturday’s list of