A conversation the dude and I had with an middle-aged woman in the elevator yesterday evening ( Read more... )

My child just licked one of his father's sandals.  I thought that needed to be recorded for posterity.

The door sign I made for the dude's new cowboy themed bedroom:


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So the dude hadn't started purposefully talking yet (he babbles constantly), and people have been trying to get me worried, which I have steadfastly refused to do.  The bear didn't start talking until seventeen months, and his impressive first word was "tickle".  I too was a late talker (though I don't know when I started to talk or what my first ( Read more... )

The other night I watched The Queen and now I'm more fascinated than ever by the British monarchy!  I'm enjoying the wealth of information available on the web.

A few weeks ago I tried to give up coffee.  That didn't work out for me.  I love coffee so much that last night I got into bed thinking how nice it would be to wake up in the morning and have a cup of coffee.  Is this a sign of a real problem?

House hunting and house buying = nerve racking.

So back in February, I think, we fell in love with a house (let's call it House A), and it sold.  After it sold, for a while the bear and I were very sad.  We had already started imagining a future in the house, and it was extremely disappointing when we realized that was not to be.

Recently, there was another home (House B, let's say), very ( Read more... )

That poor boy must be getting his molars in. He is inconsolable, bless his heart.

I love my son so very, very, very much. But today my head aches so badly that I feel like it might crack open, and he might have something to do with that . . .