When there is a string of bad days, I get scared. How much time do I have before everything falls apart? Will I be alone with my daughter when the walls start to crack and crumble, when the roof splits in two, when the sky rushes in to crush me with bad weather?
There is no feeling worse than this: your own children are not safe with you.
Greenhorn Ranch | Quincy, CA
I'm sorry, in case that headline didn't grab you, let me make sure I'm being as clear as possible:
I didn't just "make out with a frog." I made out with its butt.
Greenhorn Ranch | Quincy, California
Eddie Bauer Shirt | Frye Boots
I noticed the first Weird Thing about Greenhorn Ranch twenty minutes after we arrived and wandered into the pool area for a pre-dinner swim. There were about ten teenagers hanging around, laying on their stomachs next to the water, tossing rainbow beach balls at each other, and drinking A&Ws in the shade. Something seemed off, but I couldn't put my finger on it for a second. And then I realized what was making the whole scene feel so bizarre:
In today's post, Erin's toddler explains to toy companies why they need to stop trying to make $24 organic xylophones happen.
In Which My 1.5 Year Old Pitches Game Concepts to the Board of Hasbro
as told to Erin Williams
Who knew our picnic blanket would be such a hit?
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I've been meaning to go to Off The Grid - a gourmet mobile food market that travels around the Bay Area - for months now, and when I went up to stay in San Francisco with Morgan for the night we decided to take all our many, many children to the Presido Picnic. (To clarify, we technically only have four children between us, but four people under age 5 who have been plied with M&Ms and then released into the wild feels like approximately twenty.)
