Category Kids

Hover Boy

I admit, I was skeptical when Sage first started campaigning for a hover board. From the way he explained it, it sounded like a Segue without the stick–and I don’t even understand the point of a Segue WITH a stick when owned by a person with functioning legs! But Sage was adamant: He HAD to […]

The Homer Cake

Just when I think our local baker can’t find possibly outdo the marvelous birthday cakes he made Sage in previous years, he finds a way. This year, Sage wanted a Homer Simpson cake. Instead of just putting a picture of Homer on a sheet cake, this is what Bob created: I have to confess that […]

The Pizza Chef

On one of the (now numerous) days when Sage’s school was cancelled because of snow and/or frigid temperatures, he discovered his inner Pizza Chef. I’d tried a new recipe for flatbread a few days before, and he’d been quick to notice that the bread would make an excellent pizza crust. So, holed up in the […]

Sage and the Snowblower

I apparently jinxed myself when I complained a few weeks ago about the lack of snow in my region; the Weather Gods seem to have heard me, and now we’ve gone from a deficit to a surplus of snow within a couple of weeks. Between the snow and a visit from the Polar Vortex, Sage […]

Sage the Snowboarder

Winter has finally arrived, and it’s making up for its tardiness with a vengeance. Between cancellations due to sub-zero temperatures and cancellations due to snow, Sage has only attended school a few days these past couple of weeks–and some of them shortened thanks to a two hour delay. At this rate, he’ll be attending school […]

A Memorable Day in Trombone History

Today was a memorable day in trombone history: Sage played in his first Solo and Ensemble festival. Since he’s only in fifth grade, he didn’t receive a score, but his band teacher enrolled him in the festival for the experience and feedback. Sage did some last-minute practicing before we left: And in the gym: Unfortunately, […]

A Model Child

Sage’s aunt and uncle, with well-placed faith in his abilities, purchased him a wooden model car for Christmas–even though it was clearly marked for ages 14 and up. “He may be ten, but he’s a mature ten,” my brother observed. While I would often dispute that statement, when it comes to model cars, my brother […]