We never set out to avoid McDonald’s. We never set out to raise a child who will not eat a french fry, a Chicken McNugget, not even a Happy Meal. We never thought we’d have a kid who, at five, doesn’t even know what a Mc-anything is. But we do, and we have, and she…
quiet house
With the kiddo packed up and shipped off to the grandparents for a few days, the house is strangely silent, save for the occasional whoops and hollers during the gold medal beach volleyball match. (I’m just glad that all the ruckus around the skimpiness of the “uniforms” for this sport was finally trumped by the…
cashing in
We made good on our voucher that E won with her library’s summer reading program and took Grandma with us to the ballpark. It was a lovely evening, one of many uncharacteristically pleasant August night for these parts, and although the final score wasn’t so great, it was great to get back to the park….