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
  I don’t come to my sister’s cabin nearly as often as I could.  Not nearly as often as I should.  It’s beautiful; it’s above 5,000 feet elevation; it abuts a state park and is just a few miles from a beautiful national forest.  She has always extended me and