Great news: the kitchen is done, and Christmas has been vanquished. It was touch and go there for a while, with everyone sick, the contents of the kitchen disgorged,  and everything covered with dust. But bit by bit we got the house back togethe

Here is our before picture. Note the gaping hole where the fridge was (we traded fridges with our house in Cleveland, but the bigger better fridge didn't fit there... it was like that for months!). Note the limited counter space, the sparse cabin

What a bad combination. Dust, noise, confusion, power tools, croup, asthma, fevers... At times I have been forced to ask myself an uncomfortable question: If my children are the devil's spawn, what does that make me? Isaac is especially bad when

Advanced kitchenlessness has little to recommend it. Even less when small children are involved. It's been quite a run here, for the last month or so, a packed series of events and circumstances that have made even a short blog entry unattainable