Photographic evidence/documentation submitted for public legal declaration of my children’s cuteness.
Thursday, July 31st, 2008Taken on Father’s day at Lake Joesomethingorother in South Carolina.
Archive for July, 2008
The art of conversating
Wednesday, July 30th, 2008See, the way humans acquire language is this: The baby/toddler listens to people talk to him, notices some particular feature of human speech, then cutes up the house practicing that feature.
1. They listen and hear people saying “Blah blah blah” — so they babble.
2. Once they get that down, they listen and notice that […]
Play that mild depressive-statey music, White boy.
Sunday, July 27th, 2008Don’t know why I felt quiet this week. I’ve been increasingly in a gloomy funk. Why? Not sure. The flurry of summer visitors is over, my biggest steady work=money contract ended, and it’s hot outside. I have a big troublesome gut, and my hair needs a trim. Blah, it’s not any of those things though. […]
Boys will be boys/butterflies
Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008We are sort of mellow about gender roles. There’s that wonderful Woody Guthrie song that goes
Why can’t a grandpa be a grandma? Tell me why oh why?
Same reason your daddy is not your mama
Goodbye goodbye goodbye
That’s about as deep as it gets around here. The boys know that boys have different anatomy and ladies are […]
Grahamland
Saturday, July 19th, 2008The beautiful thing about quoting conversations with a two year old is that there is no such thing as taking it out of context. There IS no context that makes it make sense. He is two. So here’s the kinds of things you’ll hear me say during the course of a normal day:
“No! I mean […]