Is there anything cuter than a grumpy seven-year old?

Sometimes, I think the scariest costume I could wear would be a simple sign saying “your husband” on it…

I’m not saying this completely absolves me of all guilt in the case of the bursting appendix, but it comes awfully close.

I’m all for a show with my meal, but this one didn’t quite fit the mood.

I’m not sure what the parenting books would say about this particular method of dealing with rejection, but it sure feels right to me.

In which carefully prepared activities, designed for fun and silliness, are soundly beaten by a tree. In retrospect, it was never even a contest.

How can you turn an incredibly lame surprise into a hopefully not-so-lame surprise? I’ll give you a hint. It involves writing a newspaper article.

Every once in a great while, there’s a moment when everything goes absolutely right. This was one of those moments.

Does this punishment fit the crime? Probably not, but it sure was fun.

In which my darling children take my delicate ego into their loving hands, and then do their very best to shred it to bits. Enjoy!