Here comes Peter 100% polyfill tail

Hippity hoppity, Easter’s on its way



When I took these pictures two years ago, I thought it would be the last time I’d be able to convince David to wear bunny ears.

What I didn’t know then was that my little boy loves accessories. He doesn’t mind — and even requests — hats, sunglasses, suspenders, and belts.

One day after his nap I made a small Easter egg hunt for him in the front yard. I told him about it and he got this giant basket and I put on the ears and tail and he didn’t ask any questions.



He loved the Easter egg hunt, especially when he discovered that the eggs had jelly beans in them.


[Side note, David has always been in the top 90% for height and weight, but that shirt is 18-24 months, and he wore it two years ago in his 11-month update.]

He ate the jelly beans before looking for the next egg. Then, in a rare moment of big brother generosity, he re-hid the eggs for Mary Virginia. But first he explained that the jelly beans were all gone.


Initially, I bought two sets of bunny ears but only one bunny tail. David was excited to wear the ears at the store, but I thought there was NO WAY I could get that bunny tail on him. Then when I put it on Mary Virginia, the tail became the most coveted item in our house. David installed a tracker in it so anytime his sister got near it, an alarm would go off.

I went back to the store and got another one. And, David was right, it’s cuter if they’re both wearing bunny tails.




Since this was such a success, I have huge expectations for next year. I might up the ante and get bunny noses and whiskers and tell them to hop around the yard holding hands.

Just to make sure they’ll wear everything, I’ll say something like, “No, Mary Virginia, you may not wear that bonnet and hold that lily, those are DAVID’S.”

Because nothing makes kids want something like being told they have to share it.



Hippity, hoppity, happy Easter day.

[Easter last year wasn't as hippity hoppity, but was just as memorable: Part 1. And, ugh, then there's Part 2.]

Whatever, it’s bath night anyway

I got an email the other day from that said  kids should play outside everyday to burn off some energy, and because, “Being outdoors also provides sensory stimulation (the sun, the birds, the dirt) that can’t be replicated indoors.”

Great idea,, but where are you when it’s time to clean up this mess?


I think most parents want their kids to explore, to play, to spend the afternoon making mud pies in the backyard. That’s how I grew up and how I want my kids to grow up. One reason we like being outside is because there are fewer rules: you can run, throw and shout.

But I have to admit, I sort of tensed up watching this. I had to remind myself that clothes can be washed, and little boys can be hosed down.



Plus, I knew that if I told David not to play in the mud, then he’d say, “Whyyyyy? WHY, MOMMY?”

And I knew I wouldn’t have a good answer.

Why? Well, because there are some LOGISTICS at play that Mommy can’t quite figure out. If you play in the mud then Mommy will have to clean you, and what is Mommy supposed to do with your sister while I strip you down, hose you off, and take you inside to at least get on a diaper before lunch? See, when you think of it that way it almost doesn’t sound fun anymore, THAT’S WHY!




This is the childhood I want for my kids. Days of digging in the dirt, splashing in the water, rubbing mud on their arms, and having to hose down and leave a pile of dirty clothes by the door when they come inside for lunch.



This is what I remember about growing up. The only difference, perhaps, is that while I was playing in the dirt my mom wasn’t sticking a camera in my face because this is totally going on the blog.










A gutter garden upgrade

Two years ago, Tom and I planted a vertical gutter garden on the side of our shed, and we love it.

You can read about more about how we did it here, and see them growing here.



Last year we didn’t plan them because last spring I was really pregnant, and at that stage in my pregnancy I was only eating marshmallows and chocolate milk. Planting greens seemed like a waste.

The gutters sat vacant for nearly two years, which left them sagging and missing end caps. They needed an upgrade.


First, some of the screws had fallen out, so Tom just replaced them.

Then we had to search though our blackberry bramble to find the end caps, and Tom pushed them back on because I’m not strong enough.

Last, they were still sagging a little, so Tom decided to put some L-brackets under each gutter. 

Note that he only mounted them to the shed, not the gutter.


And that’s it! Boom! In a month we’ll have greens!



I planted arugula, spinach, and lettuce.


I’m being optimistic about having greens in a month. I probably should have planted the seedlings earlier, hopefully they’ll have enough time to grow before summer settles in.

The gutters dry out really, really quickly. They need water every day, sometimes twice a day. Yesterday I went out to water them and noticed what might be the biggest obstacle to homegrown salads: squirrels have already rifled through the dirt.

That was quick.

Can you see that divot? Who knows, maybe the seedlings will be ok. Perhaps they were careful to not disturb the seeds.


Ugh, circle of life, right?