My daughter's not a big cuddler. She's also a slow waker, though, and today when she woke up from her nap (with a roar of indignation that sleep had won yet again), I took her out of the wrap I'd been carrying her around in on my back, and she curled up into my chest to feel safe as she slowly reacquainted herself with the world again ( Read more... )

I like that my husband has now just kind of independently decided that it's his job to make sure I am fed. The kitchen is basically his domain at this point. Also, if we're honest, he's doing the vast majority of the cleaning/domestic chores at the moment. I kinda just live here. No wonder the old guys were so pissed off by second-wave feminism ( Read more... )

So the typical stereotype is that Americans are both dumb and litigious. I think we all know that. Europeans in particular enjoy their superior rationality, and therefore also enjoy telling anecdotes about this supposed American propensity. But these are rarely true. Two examples ( Read more... )

New theory on feelings and truth ( Read more... )

1 - Everyone groping for their coats, end of the night/well into the morning, my friend's voice blurry, warm and sweet with alcohol and leftover emotion from all the troubles he's just spent three hours or so telling me, and now he suddenly offers, "Tell me what's going on with you. Tell me," and I laugh, shake my head and insist on a hug instead ( Read more... )

It's so interesting. As people who insisted they would never settle down start to do just that, they've started to bug me and Mike, once by far the most domestic pair of our friends, as to why we don't FURTHER settle. And meanwhile, our (spontaneous, driving home several hours after midnight) new year's resolution was to take more risks. Mike, ( Read more... )

The five-year-old likes it when I am over and her brother has a friend over, because that means she has a playmate. Not that she won't play with them, but, as she wryly commented to me, "I could do without the screeching." Seven-year-old boys can get LOUD ( Read more... )

"I don't want any of your American threesomes!"

"That's it, I'm going to quote some poetry at you." "Oh nooo!"

"...serious touching..." with accompanying stone-faced rubbing of arm

"This shirt is too tight." "Baby, when it comes to you there's no such thing as too tight ( Read more... )

There's this movement, a gesture. I could recognize it anywhere, and when I see it, I know - this is a person with an unusual brain. It's a little hop and a loose shake of the hands - looks like you're fluttering them like wings. And that's what it feels like, too. That person is flying ( Read more... )