Benjamin Bunny

He is all white with soft pink eyes but there is nothing “soft” about Benjamin Bunny. Inch long claws have carved scars into the flesh of several family members. I use to laugh at the killer rabbit in Monty Python and the Holy Grail, but now I know that it was a documentary.

Life in Lyman: Scattered Sunshine

As we left for our doctor’s appointment/wedding/family reunion last week I locked the front door and walked past our front flower bed on the way to the car. We have been getting compliments since the flowers started to bloom. I would take some credit, but all credit belongs to a kind neighbor who planted it… Continue reading Life in Lyman: Scattered Sunshine

Life in Lyman: Pretty in Pink

“What if everything in the world were pink?” said my five-year-old, Charlotte. “The Flowers, and grass, and trees, and clouds. Would you like that mom?” “No.” said Brenda.“Oh yeah,” she said, “Then boys wouldn’t like it.” I agree. As a boy, I have vivid memories of pushing my yellow Tonka Truck around the block. Ku… Continue reading Life in Lyman: Pretty in Pink

Life in Lyman: Toothless Fairy

Tooth number three came out yesterday morning. She is so excited about losing teeth that she really worked on this one and it still had a pretty good root attached. Now, you know the drill. Under the pillow, money in the morning. But the tooth fairy didn’t come. Shame on the tooth fairy! The tooth fairy’s… Continue reading Life in Lyman: Toothless Fairy

Life in Lyman: Click-ity-Click-ity-Click-ity

We have a great new neighbor. They moved in almost a year ago and remodeled an old shop into a dance studio and started teaching clogging lessons. It has been wonderful for all of the children. A big concert was the grand finale for the dance season. All of the children did a wonderful job.… Continue reading Life in Lyman: Click-ity-Click-ity-Click-ity

Life in Lyman: Not at My House

“I don’t want “meat” rabbits at my house! Who would kill them? Would you kill them?” I asked my five-year-old daughter. “No.” she said. “I would take them to a slaughter house.” said my wife. “Oh, that is someone that has a tree cut down.” said my daughter. After a short pause. “Do you mean… Continue reading Life in Lyman: Not at My House

Life in Lyman: Snip

My youngest daughter likes to cut hair. She use to scalp her sister’s stuffed animals, but that ended in weeping, whaling, and gnashing of teeth. It really was very traumatic. Her first “real” self-inflicted haircut resulted in her long golden curls hidden under her bed, behind the couch, behind our old wood stove. Little locks of… Continue reading Life in Lyman: Snip