Eternal Liev (or, why they made Valium)
Make it stop. For the love of God, just make it stop.
Liev, wherefore art thou, Liev?
Continue Reading 10 comments July 31st, 2005
Archive for July, 2005
He knows when to bring them.
My narcoleptic stud comes through.
Continue Reading 6 comments July 30th, 2005
She knows when to fold them.
Last evening, David drove to the train station with Hattie Belle to pick up an old friend of his from camp. Sophie and I stayed home to clean up for the arrival of our overnight guest. It was not a job for the faint of heart.
Sophie surprised me by asking, “What’s the BIGGEST job I could do?”
Continue Reading 7 comments July 30th, 2005
The calm after the storm
The tantrum continues, on two floors. Sophie stomps up and down, up and down the stairs. We hear things being thrown, dropped, kicked, punted. The screaming and sobbing are constant, like an air-raid siren.
“Fofie kying?” asks Hattie.
“Yes, honey,” I say.
“Fofie dad,” she says.
“She’s a little sad,” I say. “I think she’s more frustrated.”
“Yah,” Hattie agrees.
Continue Reading 9 comments July 26th, 2005
Sophie’s first dance class
“Daddy, tell Mommy I might not be able to go to dance class tonight because there’s going to be ballet and I have a sore throat and I might have to sing opera music.”
Continue Reading 11 comments July 22nd, 2005
A hundred million seven
“I was sad this morning because I thought you loved Hannah more than me. You were giving her lots of hugs.”
Oh my. Hattie becomes Hannah when times are tough and things are serious.
Continue Reading 6 comments July 20th, 2005
Jehovahlicious!
On the eighth day, God created human spam. And it was not good.
Continue Reading 12 comments July 19th, 2005
When generations collide
I have never needed my butt girdle more.
Continue Reading 19 comments July 17th, 2005
This is Jenny’s brain. This is Jenny’s brain on kittens.
Help. No daycare this week. Send reinforcements. Can’t. Hold. On. Much. Longer.
Continue Reading 7 comments July 13th, 2005
Potty breaks are wasted on the young.
Potty breaks are wasted on the young. The bathroom is a respite, an oasis of serenity, the ultimate in Private Time. I would kiss anyone who commanded me, GO TO THE BATHROOM RIGHT NOW, AND DON’T COME OUT UNTIL SOMETHING COMES OUT.
Continue Reading 12 comments July 12th, 2005