My son is sitting in my lap as I "work," wrapped up in his blankie and singing about crackers. He loves crackers. But right now, he just seems to be playing with the sound of the word and its feel in his mouth. He's changing it a little bit each time he sings it. After about 30-40 repetitions, it has become "Crackwhore! Crackwhore ( Read more... )

Scene: Late afternoon, in a cafeteria, after eating, in the line to pay and leave. In a small town in central NC, a textile industry town of modest socioeconomic interest. This town is the halfway point between my parents' house and mine, and we frequently meet at this cafeteria to do a grandchild dropoff or pickup procedure. Today, we were picking ( Read more... )

Heard in the car, last night.We were driving to my sister's house. G had a sleepover with my sister last night because she is leaving next Sunday for 3 weeks in India to meet her boyfriend's parents. So she wanted to spend some time with G before she leaves ( Read more... )

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I always knew that my dad played bass in a band in college. They called themselves The Organization, basically a mock-up of the band The Association. They didn't play any original music; it was all covers of music that was popular at the time (late 1960s). I knew that they were fairly popular at frat parties and small drinking establishments all ( Read more... )

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Me: "Davis, I love you."
Davis: "Mama, wafu!"

Incidentally, "wafu" also means "waffle."

I love this just-barely-verbal phase.

Well, due to a well-timed comment from a particularly lovely human being, I remembered that I have this LiveJournal thing. I've been in "keep all the balls in the air" mode for the past several weeks, but I just finished a freelance project, so things are a little calmer. That's both good and bad. I'm watching Billy Bragg on Conan, looking forward ( Read more... )

So I broke down and bought that Panic! At The Disco CD, which I had resisted for many weeks on the grounds that emo is the new boy-band. But I couldn't help myself-- I kept hearing that song "I Write Sins, Not Tragedies" on the radio (the chorus of which for the kids' sake we changed to "Haven't you people ever heard of/ Closing the bathroom door ( Read more... )