Going to Comic Con is like eating a handful of Skittles while plummeting down the biggest drop on a roller coaster with a rock band playing “The Final Countdown” at full volume in the seats behind you. At the time…
Going to Comic Con is like eating a handful of Skittles while plummeting down the biggest drop on a roller coaster with a rock band playing “The Final Countdown” at full volume in the seats behind you. At the time…
One of the many perks of living in San Diego is Comic Con, the largest pop culture convention in the world. My wife and I took Child Harbat on Sunday, the last day of the convention. The place was still…
Summer brings a bounty of food from the garden. Our first year we had so much zucchini I wanted to shoot myself in the face if I had to come up with one more novel way to camouflage it in…
Child Harbat is beginning to take her art seriously. At the ripe old age of 3 ½ she’s finally “applying herself” and “taking things seriously”. By this I mean she’s actually sitting on her rear end to undertake an activity…
I love talking with Child Harbat to find out what animal she is. You see, it changes by the minute. Just when I ask her if “little kitty can come get her shoes on” she responds in a stern voice,…
I’ve never talked about my work on this blog, for many reasons. But sometimes I do something and realize it might be the most handmade thing I’ve done. Here’s a tangle of steel that truly means something to me. My…
Child Harbat has always been a patriotic little tyke. From Flag Day to her first 4th celebration, she loves the Stars and Stripes, often shrieking out from her carseat, “’Merican flag! I SEE ONE!” Here she is ready for the…