The Mister doesn’t take anywhere near as many photos as I do, but when he does they’re usually excellent. He has a knack for capturing the truly funny side of parenting. This was a photograph he took while I was out of the house yesterday. I thought it was an excellent composition. Our friends, however,…
“Dude, you have moss growing on your car. Why do you have moss growing on your car?” The Mister scowled at my laughter as he pulled at some blades of grass sticking out of the windshield wiper well. A clump of wet, green-lined sod came out. “It grows on the roof of our apartment building and…
Our family is ailing somewhat at this point. I’m recovering from a very nasty bout of flu, the Mister has a sprained ankle, and Hawkeye has had an increasingly worsening cough, prompting me to take him back to the doctor this morning before our trip out west to Nana’s house. Now, normally the ladies at…
I do actually have serious things I want to write about but I am feeling somewhat low on the motivation and energy front. The absence of those two makes for poor inspiration, in that I have ideas for topics, but I cannot find the spark that seems to inspire that organic flow of words that…
Me: *critically examines own fingernails* Why won’t my nails grow faster? Also me, an hour later: *balances precariously on the edge of toddler’s cot, ignoring the uncomfortable edge of the bed rail under my backside and the drool around the flashlight in my mouth, leans in further, trying to crane neck at a 90 degree angle…
The day began around 7:20 am when I woke up to my husband’s alarm going off. No wait, the day began around 5am when I woke up to the sound of crying through the baby monitor. I stumbled out of bed to go and get the crying toddler and bring him into our bed. I…
Today’s posht is brougght to you by whishkey. Specifically, whiskey cocktails. We had a Friday night work thingy. A shindig. Hootenanny? … Wait. Where do the words shindig and hootenanny even come from? I mean, do shins get dug, and hoots nannied? Or does the nanny hoot? I mean, those are some pretty weird words…
Ladies and gentlemen, my husband strikes once again with his quick thinking and silver tongue. This is not the first time we’ve had such a problem. Last year we went to great lengths to avoid any situations where our toddler got to see a clock in public because, as was totally normal for his stage…
We were at the zoo again today. I’ll spare you the details write about the details in another post, but there was one thing on our way out that deserves its own story. We were on the way out at the zoo’s main entrance and exit, which is a wide platform with a deck-like extension…
The Feathered Rose 