Hello from North Haven! Somehow it’s been a REALLY long time since I last wrote. Let’s see…Penrose turned 4, my entire house got norovirus just in time for opening night of my spring show, and both of our apple trees are in bloom for the first time ever! I want to wrap up the review […]
Hello from North Haven! It actually FEELS like spring, finally! So we’ve been outside a lot more, and watching a lot less PBS Kids lately, which is great! It also means that tick checks have started up again, during which my darling, precious, dainty daughter “tooted” directly in my face and then laughed so hard […]
In addition to the friendly, familiar animal characters, the show goes out of its way to address tough issues, such as natural disasters. It also won me over completely with an episode featuring the Bang On a Can All Stars, a contemporary music ensemble whom I never expected to see on an animated kids’ show.
The image of these two hell-gophers was enough to make me never want to watch this show, but Penrose wanted to check it out. My first impressions were correct.
And so, since I am being subjected to the deep cuts from the PBS Kids archives, I thought I would share my findings with you, dear readers, so you might be spared some pain, or be introduced to a new show that is reasonably tolerable.
Hello from North Haven! Despite early March’s best efforts, spring seems to be in progress! The mud is deepening, the robins are flocking, and pussywillows glisten by the side of the road. With spring comes spring cleaning. When the weather truly warms up, I’ll be packing away Penrose’s snow things in hopes they’ll still fit […]
We quickly realized that Gorham wasn’t going to be the easy walk we had pictured, but as Penrose fearlessly navigated granite scrambles and icy obstacles, we decided to keep going.
The “Rosh Hoshanah for the Trees” doesn’t start until tomorrow at sundown, but I’ve seen Pinterest-worthy fruit plates and centerpieces, and even fruit and vegetable-related crafts galore on all my networks.
I think it’s great that Penrose feels comfortable taking the initiative to give herself a break. And I don’t want to ignore her when she’s yelling for me. But I also don’t want to reward the part where she’s yelling (and, if I tell her I’m waiting for her to feel more calm before I go upstairs she comes down and starts pulling on my hand, which I also don’t want to reward.)
I couldn’t help but remember the Ice Storm of ’98 as we luxuriated in front of the woodstove, watching Singin’ in the Rain and eating root vegetable gratin. That storm wasn’t nearly as forgiving, and it colored the second half of my senior year at Mt. Blue High School.