Category Archive for 'Kid the second'

We are not a codfish.

Thursday, May 7th, 2009

Nicolaus is in love with Mary Poppins. Not the movie but the actual lady herself, Mary Poppins. It’s that bag. How does she do that? We only saw 20 minutes of the movie and my goodness he spent the rest of the evening pretending to pull large things out of very small containers. Every time [...]

Pointlessly forcing ourselves to be diurnal

Wednesday, April 1st, 2009

Written at 2 in the morning. Posted today because I fell asleep before clicking publish.
Well the early-waking mostly failed. I woke up at 8:30, then thirty minutes later fell back asleep until 10:00. At 10:30 I woke everyone else up. Sounds late but I’m not kidding, the schedule here is fucked. It was an early [...]

Glory be to all things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled, affected rashy red dots and/or a punkish nature

Saturday, March 14th, 2009

Nicolaus is spotty. It started around his waist – so we wrongly suspected and accused the corduroy pants of doing this – but then it wicked its way up his stomach to his chest and around his back. By the time we got to the doctor his face and arms and legs and feet were [...]

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Thursday, March 5th, 2009

Did I tell you that we were building a spaceship? It turns out that closets are the perfect size for a playhouse. Sure, when you’re living in roughly 950 square feet that could be useful storage space but really. If you could go back to your own childhood and choose between having a place to [...]

Graham’s tantrums

Tuesday, February 10th, 2009

If I say a terrible thing like, “No, you can’t have any candy right now…” he climbs on the couch next to me and flops around and sighs dramatically and kicks and hits me but very gently, so that it takes me a minute to even realize what he’s doing. If I ignore his obvious [...]