Apology Cards for parents. Yeah. I’m too tired to talk about why, but the person who wrote this clearly is not thinking about cultural examination…bleh. Advertisements
I know I’ve got some readers out there who don’t read dooce, and that’s OK. It’s OK because I check in every once in a while for them, ya know? And I follow her links every-so-often, too. So, if you haven’t caught this video yet, take 30 seconds to watch it. You will laugh. And… Continue reading babies laugh best
I’m in the laundry olympics today, and plan to take home the gold for most loads washed/dried/folded. It’s 10 am and I’ve already filled my dining room table, which, you see, is not an insignificant amount. Little J frequently “helps” by moving wet laundry from the washer (I have a front-load, so everything’s in his… Continue reading I couldn’t (and wouldn’t!) make this up
I found a runner whose running-bodily-rebellions may very well be grosser than mine. And for this I am happy.
My little-J has been three for over two weeks now. In many ways, he is still a baby to me. He is still cuddly and has great cheeks for kissing. He sleeps on the bottom bunk in a room shared with big-J, but he still gets up early in the morning, around 5, and climbs… Continue reading snack lick
About the 70s and 80s: Why is it that all the books on content analysis are either from the late seventies (OK, and the early 80s, too) OR checked out and excessively overdue (indicating that even a recall would be questionable in my actually getting the book)? About the 90s: Fighting Gravity, or Boy O… Continue reading sunday morning blather