by Mir | Feb 13, 2007 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony, Ottomatic For the People
When Otto and I picked up Chinese food this weekend, they gave us three fortune cookies. We, of course, ate two of them. The third cookie has been sitting on my kitchen counter ever since. I moved it to a more prominent location this morning while I was packing the...
by Mir | Feb 12, 2007 | The Year of Living Changerously
God, I am so stupid sometimes I want to just grab a frying pan and hit myself in the face. It is only slightly comforting that none of my frying pans are cast iron, but Otto says I am not allowed to live in the south without a good cast iron pan, so I had best do all...
by Mir | Feb 11, 2007 | Haven't been hit by lightning yet!, Offspring: ecstasy and agony
I tasked the children’s father with the annual Selecting Of The Valentines for the kids this year, in part because I hadn’t gotten around to it and he had them with him this weekend, and in part because the entire exercise makes me want to shove sharp...
by Mir | Feb 10, 2007 | Ottomatic For the People
So in the excitement of finding out my son might not just be a gigantic pain in the butt after all, and all of your lovely comments (thank you so much, you lovely pretty people who are pulling for my kid), I didn’t even think to mention that Otto was here. Was....
by Mir | Feb 8, 2007 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
It’s been kind of a long road since it became clear that Monkey was struggling, which those of you who’ve been reading along already know. Things at school kept getting worse, we’ve waded through the proper HMO channels and had him (mis)diagnosed as...
