Monthly Archives: July 2002
Kids say the darnedest things.
Little Boy (about three years old, to Jackson): “Count to three.” Jackson: (sucks on his fingers, plays with some wood chips) L.B. (frustrated): “Count to three!” Jackson (takes fingers out of mouth, makes pronouncement): “Guh!” L.B. (to me): “Make him … Continue reading
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I just ate up 2,000 words about baseball
I just ate up 2,000 words about baseball by this woman, and I don’t even really like baseball that much, despite the presence of a number 20 Yankees jersey in my closet, and the fact that I think Shane Spencer … Continue reading
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Because I will talk all I want about babies and no one can stop me!
Bwaa-ha-ha-ha! Jackson’s Latest Tricks, or, The Little Scientist’s Latest Experiments Flushing the toilet. Oooh, this is good. He’s about ten minutes away from putting stuff into the toilet to watch it go down, I can see the little hamster wheel … Continue reading
Medicinal Value
I did not mean to take a week off from posting here, but my chi has been sluggish. That’s the official word from my acupuncturist. My chi is humping along like a sad little donkey struggling with two loads of … Continue reading
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Couch time
Last year I was so glad to have continuous sports events to watch while I was lying around recovering from the birth, figuring out how to make Jackson breastfeed before he starved to death, and staring in disbelief at my … Continue reading
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Here’s something most excellent for you
Bitchypoo (aka Robyn) is giving stuff away! It’s barely used stuff, really, and if you’re lucky enough to win the drawing she even pays for postage. This week: Barely used perfume! How can that be beaten, I ask you. Not … Continue reading
Okay, enough with the haiku.
For the most clever and amusing poetic form, one really need look no further than the double dactyl. Here’s one by George Starbuck. Said J. Alfred Prufrock to Hugh Selwyn Mauberly, “What ever happened to Senlin, ought-nine?” “One with the … Continue reading
Lunchtime Complaint
Temporary crowns: three cracked teeth, upper left side. Eating is a bitch. Alternate last line: Better drink my lunch.
Ante up
We are taking bets on the exact day Jackson will start walking. Actually, I have taken a bet with myself and written it in my usually-quite-empty day planner — July 15. If I win I will take myself out for … Continue reading
Pardon me, but I feel guilty about yesterday’s post.
I feel bad for saying that Mr. Noodle and his brother, Mr. Noodle, act “gay,” even though both actors are known for having played gay roles in films, and are obviously comfortable with bringing a little sass to their Mr. … Continue reading
