by Mir | Aug 17, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
My children have a special radar that would be precocious and maybe even charming if it didn’t result in their being completely demonic. It works like this: if it is my birthday, or Christmas, or any other day on which it is really, really important to me that...
by Mir | Aug 17, 2004 | What do I do all day?
(NA NA NA NA NA NA) Kira has threatened me with bodily harm if I do not share that today is my birthday. So hey! Guess what! Today! is! my! birthday! I am not so much a fan of the whole birthday thing. There is no traumatic birthday-related drama in my past, or...
by Mir | Aug 16, 2004 | Detritus
No, a bomb did not explode in my kitchen. We had spaghetti for dinner. I happen to love spaghetti and meatballs. Six years of being a parent has not yet taught me how ill-advised it is to serve this meal to those under the age of ten. Or maybe it has, and I just...
by Mir | Aug 16, 2004 | Detritus
… I’m so pleased to be the number one Google match for grasshopper linguistic “six ways”. To the person who found me with that search: Ummmm… I don’t wanna know.
by Mir | Aug 16, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
I. am. so. sick. of. rain. Today is the first day in two weeks that we didn’t have to get up early and hustle out the door to camp. I figured we would sleep in–which is to say, Chickadee and I would sleep in while Monkey would slide into bed with me at his...
