leprechaun trap

School project #2:  Make a trap to catch a leprechaun.

With a clover field on steroids.

And a little crazy on the glitter.

Let's hope it works with all the bait.

Happy St. Patty's Day.




sunday morning

March 14. 11am-ish. Daylight savings (so really 10am-ish). Brunch at The Cheesecake Factory.

Waiting to be seated. Fascinating light fixtures.

Heading to our table. A hungry yet helpful big brother.

Have you ever had the pizza? Yum.

Nothing like a full belly at the end of a good meal.



love letter

Dear Emersonmade,

I am writing this letter because I am in love with you. You're exquisite and divine, and just looking at you makes me happy.

When I first learned of you here, I was intrigued by your beauty. How lovely would it be to hold you against my heart? With pure delight, I squealed when I discovered you at my door step. As I uncovered and peered inside, my heart skipped a beat. Blooms! I was smitten.

Immediately, you fit in. 

You fascinated my little boy, who's curiosity left you in danger.

You captivated my middle boy, who just couldn't get enough.

You charmed my big boy, who questioned your motives. "Boys don't wear flowers," he proclaimed. Then he met you and I pinned him. "Hey, that's not so bad."

I'm happy that you're in our lives. That you belong to me. You chase away the dreary and add some fluff and flair.

Who said boys can't wear flowers?



Me and my Emersonmade family




magical place

Our house is a magical place.

At night as we lay deep in slumber, things come to life and our house becomes a playground. In the morning, it's not unusual to discover cookie crumbs and spilt milk. To learn that our ceramic dart frog shifted from its usual spot. To realize that our Ugly Dolls had separated where they'd once huddled in a hump. Once in a while, we write secret letters and roll them up tight, bound and left for their eyes only. In turn, they reply with colorful pictures and folded love notes, leaving in their wake a mess of scraps for us to clean.

In kindergarten, we learn the difference between fiction and non-fiction, between what's real and what's pretend. In our house, Willy Wonka's factory is a few hours away and Wilbur really does talk. Danny, the Elf (on a shelf), visits from Santa's workshop and Dracula rings from Transylvania to chat.

I supposed I could teach him the difference, to prepare him for the world. But our house is a magical place. And I just want him to be a kid for a little while longer.



time traveler

If I could travel through time, I'd land myself here.

Where the splash of the salt water drowns out the sounds of our laughter.

And the Mexican morning finds us peaceful and serene.


Puerto Vallarta :: January 2010