by Mir | May 17, 2008 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Me: Haircuts this afternoon. Him: Not for me! You’re not cutting MY hair! Me: No, not for you. You’re all wild and shaggy. Just Otto and Chickie. Her: Yeah, cuz he’s a… a… Me: Hippie. Her: Hobo! Me: No. Her: Yes! Same thing. Me: A hippie...
by Mir | May 16, 2008 | What do I do all day?, Woohoo!
I’m pretty sure that the most obnoxious thing ever said to me about my blog was not a criticism of my parenting or some sort of personal indictment (though—let’s be clear—I’ve gotten plenty of those, too), but a dismissive, “Well,...
by Mir | May 15, 2008 | Ottomatic For the People, The Year of Living Changerously
Dear Otto, Happy anniversary, darling! I know I’m a few days late. I’m sorry. This is rather representative of our entire relationship, though, that it somehow just doesn’t work out the way we thought it would, timing-wise. This is not to say that it...
by Mir | May 14, 2008 | Health is overrated, Ottomatic For the People
There’s that old saying—and it’s absolutely true, just ask anyone—about how moms don’t get sick. We’re supposed to be invincible, you know, and failing that, at least uncomplaining. We’re one step up from mail carriers;...
by Mir | May 13, 2008 | Haven't been hit by lightning yet!
Greetings from the land of Unplanned-For Expenses, otherwise known simply as Home Ownership. Why, we’d noticed the deck seemed to be settling a little, last year, when we moved in, and this spring we could no longer ignore that the gazebo seems a bit…...
