Category Archives: Monkey milestone
Monkey Milestone: Sleeping at Grandma’s
This weekend Bert and I both made plans. Without the kid. Without each other. Oops. So yesterday, the FrogMonkey went to grandma’s house for the day. And stayed the night. Evidently he never even noticed Mama and Papa weren’t there. … Continue reading
First Day of 3-5′s Preschool
He brought flowers to Teacher Diana. He was very excited to be back at school. Wonder how long that will last…
First story
So today as we are out blowing bubbles in the yard, Frogmonkey says to me, “Do you know Arjuna, mama? Arjuna lived a long time ago. She lived in a really far away place like Nommy and Newton. She was … Continue reading
First (real) haircut!
Well, I finally did it. I broke down and paid $30 so my kid could sit on a carved wooden dolphin, watch 20 minutes of Lady and the Tramp and get an inch cut off his hair by a professional. … Continue reading
Monkey Milestone: the big boy bed
Last night, after a full weekend on Vashon running around after kittens and toilets and fruit pickers (oh my!), FrogMonkey decided he was willing to have his bedtime story read to him in his own bed in his own room. … Continue reading
Two Old
On his birthday, Grandma asked how old FrogMonkey was. The answer: “Two old!” FM received his traditional cold for his birthday. We are three for three at this point. (Yes, he got a cold the day he was born. I … Continue reading
What is in a name
Up until today, if you had asked FrogMonkey his name he would have replied: “Bean!” “Boo Boo!” “Boo Boo Bean!” Or quite possibly, “You!” (He has his pronouns a little reversed.) Last night as we were going to bed he … Continue reading
Time for a Change
This morning we tumbled out of bed, slammed our feet into shoes and ran for the car pulling on our coats. The inauguration of President Barack Obama had begun and we were late for the breakfast party at the Neighborhood … Continue reading
Toy Hurt Toe
With how little I write here I am impressed any of you still check this site. Somehow I have lost my interest in retelling the happenings of my day. I guess living through them once is sometimes enough. However there … Continue reading


