Sunny skies, highs only in the 80s, a slight breeze and a perfect day at a little boy fantasy land filled with police cars, fire engines, ambulances and airplanes.
Mostly airplanes. Lots of airplanes.
Though Castle Air …

Or, as Big Guy calls them, the Debil Rays. Confusion is understandable: We’re a long way from Tampa Bay.
The score: Who knows.
The time: An hour and a half. Thank heaven they played only two innings.
The …

In general, there is no reason good enough to get up at 6 a.m. on a Sunday. Especially not on a drizzly overcast Sunday that begs you to ignore the alarm and snuggle back into …

Two haircuts, no tantrums, no tears earns a reward: A hour at the park even if Mom isn’t dressed for it and freezes her fanny off.
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Apparently I was wrong a few weeks ago when I ranted that birthdays are always known events.
Seems that with Big Guy’s Bear, they can pop up at any time. We’re on our third in the …

I don’t like lying to the guys, but in retrospect dishonesty would have been the best policy when they asked “what’s that?” as we drove past the city skate park the other day.
Sadly, I couldn’t …

Boys will be boys. Or, at least, the guys will.
They’ll roll, wrestle and chase all over the house. Which is why, when they asked for Foamie swords during a recent trip to the craft store, …

This is what happens when you combine two boys, three days of rain and a muddy back yard. Griping about cleaning up is inevitable.
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Honestly, it was only three caps of Mr. Bubble. And we have hard water, too.
Copyright 2009 Debra Legg. All rights reserved.

A funny thing happened along the way to making the bathtub crayons Tara posted at It Feels Like Home.
We got waylaid by a commenter’s “recipe” for easy bath paint. Since easy is good and we …

It wasn’t quite as glorious as Big Guy thought it would be — more about that later, though.
But in his sixth winter as a Poor Deprived Child, Snow Division, he finally achieved his goal. He …

Disclaimer: At approximately 11:36 p.m. Christmas Eve, it wasn’t “Thomas, we love you” I was singing. The lyrics were replaced with words that would have made the Really Useful Engine proclaim, “cinders and ashes!”
But that’s …

No matter how cantankerous and cranky, no matter how many times a day you hear “I’m not a baby,” in the still of the night they’re still your babies. And they actually seem to like …

Things I learned from a day at kindergarten:
It’s amazing how quiet 40 5-year-olds can be, with no more warning than the tinkling of a bell like the ones that used at hotel desks. I must …

What started in August under a blazing summer sun ended yesterday … well, under a blazing summer sun. I’m accepting that as compensation for the rainy, cold game earlier this season.
It was wonderful getting to …

I’ve constructed a lot of cakes in my life — from a 3D sailboat for a co-worker’s birthday to a wedding cake with a Pez bride and groom on top.
Never have I created a confection …

It’s a bird! It’s a plane! Oh, wait! There’s a soccer game going on, too.
Note to Big Guy: Those things with nets at either end of the field — they’re not actually canopy beds. Maybe …

Dodged the rain again! Didn’t dodge the Halloween hangover, though. Little Guy’s so sick of sweets he didn’t even want post-game Oreos. And this after spending all season trying to mooch the team’s snacks.
Play of …

If you have to be in school on Halloween, what better way to spend the day than at the pumpkin patch?
From the excitement of a ride on a school bus to the thrill of picking …

Week 6? When did that happen?
We’re headed toward bye week. I think I’ll send Big Guy to practice even if there is none. I like seeing him sack out on the couch, exhausted, and …

A cold and windy Soccer Saturday.

How cold was it? After much initial protest, Big Guy finally admitted he was glad he has his jacket. Little Guy hid out under the blanket the whole game. And turtle necks, long sleeves and gloves were everywhere.

It’s not supposed to be this chilly in early October.

It was a dark and stormy morning.
Seriously, it was.
To which Big Guy said, “Soccer in the rain? All right!” To which Little Guy said, repeatedly. “Want it to be over. Wanna go home.” You just …

Offering expert advice.Almost finishedAlmost finishedAh, the smell of pumpkin guts in the evening.Adults should not handle knives without adequate supervision.Inspecting the work.He’s really happy inside.Yes, he’s really kissing it.