After Sunday Dinner at Mom’s house, K wanted an occupation. M is now a reader, which means he’s not as much fun, from K’s perspective. She found a knotted shoelace in the toy closet, and asked what it was for. Continue reading No, we Didn’t need the Jaws of Life to disentangle us.
From the morning when K hides behind a cereal box fort, and B drinks tea until he feels awake enough to take a really long shower, my kitchen table (the only table) goes through a lot. M and K clear Continue reading How the Table Changes Through the Day