“Wait I’m confused,” mum said to me in the middle of our conversation this evening. “Why are you ordering a camel for your phone?” “No, that’s not what I said. I said the camel is holding up my phone until I can get a new case for it, which I just ordered.” So yes, this is…
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…
The theme of the weekend is clearly word play, whether drunk or sober. One of Hawkeye’s long time favourite toys is his tool box set from IKEA. The IKEA DUKTIG range is everywhere. Aside from owning one, I have run across the main kitchen unit in our creche, in waiting rooms, in various public play…
This is the story of what actually prompted “The Cursed Fork” post from two days ago. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the absurdity to write it up initially, and then I was stymied by figuring out what spelling best captured what was actually being uttered. We haven’t had much in the way of problems…
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…
When you need to discuss dinner options without getting your toddler over-excited about something you might not wish to promise: “What did you give him for dinner yesterday?” “Uh…. digits of piscine creatures.” “Riiiiiiigh. Well, today he’s getting a circular cut of dough with shredded dairy and porcine bits.” “Ok. Oh! There are also strips…
This whole insane blog project began with an innocuous 100 day photo challenge on instagram. When that wasn’t enough for me, I embarked on a blog and signed myself up for the self-appointed challenge of writing or posting something daily for 365 days. And now… what’s left is the mirror image of where it all…
A few days ago I published a post, Day #259 He said, she said: the gender wars, about my reaction to the news that Yale was doing away with the official term “freshman” in favour of the more neutral “first-year student.” A couple of days later I received an email from my mother with an…
A friend’s post on Facebook knocked a few thoughts loose in my head on the topic of language and gender. This guy is a friend from my college days. He’s very erudite, well educated, well travelled, and has lived in various places that range from the highly cosmopolitan to the middle-of-nowhere. We are not in…
Things I’ve accidentally learned this morning: 1. The origin of the word “pineapple” 2. The origin of the word “ananas” 3. Why most other languages use “ananas” whereas English uses “pineapple” to describe the fruit in question 4. The probable origin of the word “banana” 5.The fact that “banana” and “ananas” sound similar is a…
The Feathered Rose 