In which all the narrative memes of my life converge in one conversation, and I’m told by my huz that I’m exactly like BSG President Laura Roslin. Was I just insulted? Hiro Protagonist goes to school with a little girl… Read more ›
HiroP and his little friends are all mad for Star Wars, bakugan, and Pokemon cards. They’re also all expressly forbidden from having them out to play during the school day. If they can take them out to finger, it’s only… Read more ›
For R. & L., who are ready to pop any day now, and for M.’s sister in March. HB and I were lugging our bulging baby bag and baby to the park one day when he was about 11 months… Read more ›
Just a quick rant to say that the day Toddler Tourette’s is over, I will emerge from my peaceful cloistering at the local nunnery/deluxe spa to resume motherhood. And not a minute before.
Thought I would post this now, before the Unreliable Narrator grows up and I’ve totally forgotten what the early years were like. Now, we didn’t just come to potty training blind. I started investigating Elimination Communication when I was pregnant.… Read more ›
the Unreliable Narrator is going through a lengthy phase where the punchline to every joke is “poo-poo.” it’s, uh, wearing a little thin. (sorry if you came here looking for a restaurant review. we’re talking about the other end today.… Read more ›
oh my god. guilty as charged: “Up With Grups*” It’s about the hedge-fund guy in Park Slope with the chunky square glasses, brown rock T-shirt, slight paunch, expensive jeans, Puma sneakers, and shoulder-slung messenger bag, with two kids squirming over… Read more ›