When we see the Ferris wheel rise into the sky, we know it’s coming.

The boys loved stealthily crawling through ductwork and looking for secret codes with magnifying glasses. I enjoyed seeing the spy disguises and watching the video aspects of the exhibits.

I haven’t blogged all week, and it’s because we are about to begin renovating our kitchen.

The Orioles suffered a terrible loss on Saturday evening, but we figured you can only go up from there. And who wants to be a fair-weather fan? So, we headed to Camden Yards on Sunday afternoon to cheer them on.

There is nothing as intimidating as the blank page.

I could definitely be a better mother. I fall short in many ways. But I choose not to feel guilty about letting our children have screen time.

You can almost taste the end of summer. I can no longer complain about the ridiculously early back-to-school sales, even though I have yet to buy a single No. 2 pencil or accordion file.

Every time there is a shooting—yet another shooting—I feel so helpless.

Suddenly it’s August. We’ve had such a fun and more-relaxing-than-usual summer that I would really like to hold onto this season a bit longer.

As we celebrate the feast day of St. Ignatius, here are some of my favorite lessons from the founder of the Society of Jesus.