Eliza wants Jim to grow a beard because “then you will look like Santa Claus, Daddy!” He was on the fence but noted that he has some white hair in his whiskers. I told him he would look avuncular. He brightened up. “I’ve always wanted to be an avuncular man!” … more behind the clicky
We stopped at a pizza place tonight on our way home from Tanglewood for dinner, and turned on the small tableside TV to entertain Eliza, who was getting tired and prone to crankiness. After an episode of Scooby Doo, we found a sad reality show called Speedsters which followed a … more behind the clicky
I wish you would all stop writing such good posts. (I am looking at you, Bon and Meredith! And Snooty! Oh, and Ms. Prufrock.) Dammit people, I am on vacation this week and your posts have me wanting to leave book-length comments, not to mention inspiring posts of my own in response. … more behind the clicky
Hey! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Want to play a game! OK! Let’s play Round and Round-around-Round! You take this pull toy, and I’ll take this pull toy and we will run around in the living room! OK! Now you should run in the dining room! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Now they … more behind the clicky
Last night, Eliza got to bed a bit on the later side, and she was acting it. I started to brush my teeth while she was using the potty and then her face melted off from the bitter acid tears she cried over my betrayal. We must brush our teeth … more behind the clicky