Latch Hook. (A) Because 1970’s craft ROCK, and (B) It’s time for crafts which do not require my constant supervision. And, (C) they rarely ask for my supervision anyway, so perhaps better stated, it’s time for crafts which do not require hot glue guns, heat guns, or glitter, and therefore, have less destructive values.

Remember playing Monopoly with the kid who just wouldn’t play fair? Stole your money when you went to the bathroom, whined every time he had to pay rent, tried to con his way out of jail…yeah, that kid. I’m now living with that kid, only this one is orange and furry, and when he loses…

Um…Momma? ‘Bout those vases I knocked over? Sorry about that. And the plant I ate? And the dirt that got everywhere? Yeah…sorry. Hey, while we’re on the subject of apologies, you know those flowers Amie brought you over the weekend? Let’s just start with a SOOORRRY. OK, I’m putting the elephant on the table: I…

I believe the girls have moved INTO their Calico Critter Mansion at this point. The negotiations between who owns what bed and which animal, blah, blah, something about bunnies blah…rivals the toughest real estate transactions I’ve ever witnessed. Their play with their “town” of equipment is so fine-tuned, they barely speak as they play. “Addiction”…

As part of Sara’s Recitation at her 3rd Grade Poetry Tea, she also had to create a piece of art, inspired by any poem of her choosing. (Her Recitation was a Hilaire Belloc poem; her art was…not.) “Willie with a thirst for gore, nailed his sister to the door. Mother said with humor quaint, careful…

The girls are really into clothing design right now. They have beautiful drawings of dresses tacked all over the walls near their desks. To be honest, I wish they could make some of them, in case I suddenly find myself going to the Academy Awards. Let’s just say they aren’t designing casual wear in the…

In the last “Play of the Day” I expressed my fear Kelly would eventually be eaten by her stuffed animals. It has happened. Auntie Amanda bought her janimals, and she refuses to take it off (I wash it secretly while she is at school, because every day, by 4 pm, this old lady is in…

Every night, I tuck the baby bunny into bed with ONE lovey. One. Every night, when I turn in…well…numbers just don’t go high enough. There are NINE loveys within the frame of this picture. That’s not including those not immediately surrounding Bunny’s face. And I’m not even broaching the obvious conundrum that 4 of these…

I’ve been kicked and bucked, and told to bugger off by many ‘o’ horse, but I can’t say I’ve ever been afraid of a horse. That was until I met an entire barn of Belgian Draft horses last month. I wasn’t even aware horses came in this size. While they are just a tidge smaller…

So when does the fun end at Camp Grandparents? Trick question! The fun never ends when the Grandparents are in charge!!