A cameraphone pic of the big sister helping the little brother as they romp around on the hay bales near The Edible Schoolyard’s tool shed and chicken coop. When the going gets tough, the tough (read: me and the kiddles) go to either Little Farm, or The Edible Schoolyard. Â Clearly
Girl child: Baba, [name of little brother] just poked me with his finger. Baba: Well, punkin, what might you want to say to him? Girl child (turning carefully to address her little brother): [name of boy child], I don’t like it when you poke me with your finger. Next time,
This week, the lil’ monkey’s preschool is on vacation. As evidenced by the yawning gaps between posts, I find myself with a bit more childcare on my hands. In between our many trips to the zoo, the arboretum, the natural history museum, the botanical garden, the planetarium, and the Museum