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
Whatever Wednesday: Walking with Mr. Crankypants

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
(By the way, this scene was the prelude to an earlier Wordless Wednesday scene I posted…)
One of the most amazing sounds—right up there with Beethoven’s compositions and thunder—is the rare hush in a kindergarten classroom of 25 sticky, fidgety bodies with a lot to say. How do teachers DO that: tame them into brief silence?? Sometimes the thoughts that emerge
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