Gotta love a cowboy and a schoolgirl/Spiderman/pirate. No, this isn't a Halloween photo. Just any old day at my house.
My kindergartener recently told me all about the birth of his younger brother, three years ago. I was impressed with his memory, even up to the part about how Daddy bought a new carseat in a big box. (It was an emergency purchase while I was at the hospital, because baby came two weeks early after a yard equipment mishap and we didn't have all our baby stuff yet.) My kindergartener's understanding of the birth process is so-so.
After realizing how much torture it was to have two kids in two separate baseball/softball leagues at once last spring, we put our daughter in fall softball this year so we could have one little league team to attend at a time.
With a whole heck of a lot of encouragement from mom, my kids finished the Library Summer Reading Challenge and won a free day at the Museum of Natural History. Why do I have to nag my kids to read? My parents used to have to enforce limits on my reading when I was a kid, by making me put my book away at the table or stop reading and go to sleep. I guess bookwormishness is not hereditary.