The eagle has landed, and except for a nasty head cold she contracted on the last day, she had a great time at camp. I have never sprung out of bed faster than I did on Wednesday morning, when I … Continue reading
I don’t mean to brag, but I think my children are natural born performers. This weekend marked their Lithuanian folk dancing and singing debuts and they did smashingly well, if I do say so myself. Jonas even sang a two-line … Continue reading
The first year I went to summer sleepaway camp, I didn’t take a shower, change my underwear, or brush my hair for two weeks. I ate Tang straight out of the canister and wore the same outfit every single day. … Continue reading
Last week I took the V-meister to the Peds office six months late for her yearly physical. And when I plopped down next to my daughter after checking in, she got up and took a seat at the opposite end … Continue reading
I’ve always pondered the great mystery of “Why do children rise with the rooster on weekends and holidays, but must be forcibly removed from their beds during the school week?” Until I had the brilliant idea to ask one of … Continue reading
