Echobaby

I asked the assistant for her recommendation when I stopped in at thrive [small t] for a mid-afternoon lunch. "Are you 100% raw?...

We had a long weekend of chilly rain in Seattle but the sun broke through on Memorial Day afternoon, providing Frost and Alex with their fir...

"Mommy, I LOVE YOU" announces Frost (8), at breakfast. "Why?" I ask, immediately on guard. Love is one of the child...

Frost is checking his email while Wren squeezes flubber into a small juice glass to make farts. "Can you hear this?" he laughs. A...

Wren is watching the water gushing out of our downspout into a bucket he asked me to set there. He didn't like to see the water going i...

Recently, Frost and Wren have been playing together with more commonality of purpose that before. Where there was once tolerance there is n...

After a long period in which the children would not eat anything without threats and cajoling, tonight I scored a home run. Frost started ...

Wren has a bad case of PvZ addiction. For him, an iPad is merely a tool for Plants Versus and as a result of frequent tantrums I have ask...

Its 8.25am and Frost, Wren and I are on way to the corner bus stop where the school bus will pick up Frost. Its always dramatic. Frost is ...

It was Tara's birthday today and we spent the afternoon at the naked-lady-spa baths aka Olympus Spa in Lynnwood. I always enjoy that p...