Dino's, Train's, creepy neighbors (Sharon and Al) that appeared to be in their late 60's two decades ago.

Mom and Dad,
What were we "in to" as kids? I mean the 2-5 ages. Those are the years that are not vivid memories. We have some fuzzy ones, that are probably combinations of pictures, actual memories and stories.

My son can now spell micropachycephalosaurus, and he's 4. He doesn't do anything that doesn't involve a dinosaur. My daughter loves Aurora, Cinderella, Beauty, and Snow white. She refuses to wear clothes (future reason for drinking problem), and continually changes outfits to her princess outfits.

I look at the passion of my kids on these topics but can't reconcile what I was into. The other kids are obvious:

Dan: Elton John

Carolyn: Queen of England.

So, was it turtles? toads?

Also, if you would, post a small story on the history of Sharon and Al. They had the best window wells for toads, but they also were 47 yrs apart in age and looked as if they were colorized from a black and white movie.

Drip No More

Yesterday morning, I could take it no longer. Our kitchen faucet has leaked for I don’t know how long, and I nearly snapped at the 1,000,000 drip into the kitchen sink. Eric and I talked about replacing it, but yesterday it was happening, whether we screwed it up or not.

Our worst fear was not that water would spray the ceiling (even we knew to turn the water off), but that we would have to call either of our dads to come help us. We’ve been homeowners for nearly seven years, but our handyman/woman inadequacies are still many.

You see, Dad can do anything. If it is broke, he can fix it. Need something redesigned? No problem. Put a door in an apartment in Brooklyn? Workbench in McFarland? Trellis and staircase handrail in Sanford? Got it. Eric’s dad is also a do-it-all guy (he built his own house), and we both wish we had spent more time learning and less time rolling our eyes and mouthing off when we were younger. If we only knew half of what our dads did, we’d be lucky.

We were determined to do this project ourselves. Two trips to Lowes and lots of swearing later, we did it. New faucet, new hoses, no dripping. Yea us.

Don’t worry Dad, there will many, many, more projects we’ll attempt and fail spectacularly. We’ll be calling.