The beginning of big kid school

A bittersweet milestone, one that is tearing me up as much as it is confusing for her.

A somewhat theatrical start to the next ten months

There’s a way to start off a school year, and then there is the Heather B. Armstrong way.

Grade K

She wasn’t so sure about this milestone today, and the glasses kind of hit that message home.

Fifth grade

The grind begins again. Where in the hell did the summer go? And when did my baby get so big?

Today my presentation…

Yesterday she asked me if fifth grade is going to be harder than fourth grade and I pretended to black out so that I could change the subject.


I may sometimes frighten her friends, but something tells me I can remedy that.

If you ever wondered what it was like to live in Utah

Here in the western frontier of the United States we are a peculiar people.

I told her she could sing as she walked and walked and walked

I chose that title just to torture those of use who grew up singing Mormon primary songs. Good luck getting that one of of your brain!

Loquacious Leta

The enormous brick wall of fourth grade and how we’re climbing over it.

The whistles go whoo whoo!

You supposed to be up cooking breakfast for somebody.