Super Rachel Zana's Spot

It’s afternoon play time, and it usually involves something like this and a lot of balls being tossed about.

The pink sandals and the green toenails just work, don’t they?

I’m a slow processor of dialogue with other people because my introverted head is always spinning. Often my kids will ask me a question and I will respond to that question after a significant time delay that I haven’t even realized has taken place, which particularly frustrates my extroverted progeny…

It all started the night before when The Banana’s good friend who lives in the neighborhood came over during the spring snowstorm to bake an almond cake. They decided it would be more delicious to eat it with raspberry sauce, and I showed them the recipe and gave some brief…

March was a long, rather terrible slog in many ways. I am happy April has arrived with more hours of daylight, melting snow, and a calendar that is temporarily not quite so filled. Plus some things that I was dreading came to fruitition in March, which means I no longer…

It was terribly quiet, and I walked in the room to find this scene. He was just all comfy on the couch, surrounded by slice after slice of bread with one bite out of each, chomping away as calm as could be. Those arms are getting disturbingly good at reaching…

Because practice habits around here have been . . . ahem. . . a bit out of sorts, I told The Banana and Mr. TOF that we would have the Easter Egg hunt after they finished all their practicing. Mr. TOF made an artistic sign and taped it to the…

I love listening to him “read” books these days. He opens one after the next and proclaims some amazing story in dramatic mumble jumble. Then he either tosses it to the floor in favor of the next book, or because when we read together I always stack the books on…

Peekaboo is currently one of his favorite activities.