The Green Room

I wish I had a coat of silk, the color of the sky. I wish I had a lady fair as any butterfly I wish I had a house of stone that looked down on the sea But most of all I wish that I was someone else but me. Now I don’t have a [...]

Well. We seem to have solved one mystery, but are now faced with an even more interesting conundrum. For several weeks now, Hanna has been wandering around saying “aht-chee” with some frequency. Most of her other developing words we’ve been able to decipher, but not this one. Then today, on Hanna’s daycare report, her teacher [...]

Ryan: Why is the barn in the teacup? Me: Because it needs to steep? Hanna: Giggles.

Meltdown du Jour: Hanna is flipping out because I told her she couldn’t have her milk unless she sat down. Milk is apparently only good when you’re standing up. Who knew?