Okay, look. If you have a toddler, your child will never stay clean. If it’s your first child, you are working under the assumption that people wear clothes, wash their hands, and generally don’t eat sand. Toddlers do what interests…
Okay, look. If you have a toddler, your child will never stay clean. If it’s your first child, you are working under the assumption that people wear clothes, wash their hands, and generally don’t eat sand. Toddlers do what interests…
I’ve been put in charge of arranging Baby Harbat’s birthday party this year. So says the wife, who doesn’t “do the whole birthday party thing.” Great, I think, I’ll get some basic decorations, set up games, do some cake or…
According to the weather forecasters, that is. They’ve been talking about an upcoming Santa Ana wind. For those not in Southern California, this means a furnace blast of hot dry air will blow out of the desert and desiccate everything…
All good stories should begin with, “I was late for work and we’re trying to potty-train our daughter…” This morning after breakfast I sat Baby Harbat down on the potty with a book and instructions to go poo poo. Since…
Now the fence is really really done. Astute (asleep) readers may remember that though the fence and gate were finished a while ago, the fenceposts still stuck up much higher than the rails. Armed with a new Japanese pull saw…
Twice we had a babysitter for Baby Harbat this weekend. Two times. That’s more than the last six months. On Friday we got to go out to see Julie and Julia while BH was watched by our neighbor friends. Sunday…
We have lived in San Diego for five years and still haven’t done the bonfire at the beach thing yet. That was reconciled during Staycation ’09. We all packed up and went to Coronado Beach, a beautiful wide sandy strip…
Okay, so I’m the worst parent ever. Well, no that award might actually go to this guy. Deathwish But every so often you do something that makes you feel like a tyrant. Last night Baby Harbat was playing with…
When I saw this picture, my heart went all aflutter. Picture 498 I love my little munchkin with no bounds. But I am not a morning person. And when my “morning” begins at five A.M. I am not even…