Okay, remember that time I wrote about my disdain for parents who strap a chunk of plastic to their kids’ heads in the hopes that what little goodness is sloshing about between their ears will actually morph into something that gets them somewhere? Like graduate school? Or space? Or some […]
Last weekend, Maddie rooted through our closet and found my camera. She then began running about the house taking pictures. The first one appears to be Pretty Bride’s backside, Maddie’s finger, and a portion of our kitchen. Maddie calls it “Precursor to a Meal.” It’s available for $20. Here’s where […]
A few days ago, Pretty Bride and I were visiting another couple with a young boy about Maddie’s age. The boy came out of his room to greet us when we walked in the front door, and he was wearing a little white plastic helmet that was tightly cinched to […]
If that isn’t frightening, I don’t know what is: officers are getting promoted too quickly, and PTSD is rampant.
This poster hangs in our powder room. So, whenever Maddie the Toddler and I are in the den, and she belts out an “Oh go potty!” we see this poster. She’ll sit on the john while I hold her little shoulders to keep her from falling in, and she’ll point […]
