These are the things my son does that I love: When I pick him up from preschool he sees me from across the room, lets out a happy yip, and crawls to me at top speed, arms and legs…
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Anti-Hipster Screed
In twenty years we’ll look back at Hipster fashion and attitude and regard it with the same pity and disgust with which we view the Kountry Kitchen Old West nostalgia of the 1970s, which left us with wagon wheel coffee…
Big Boy Shoes
There’s something about wearing new shoes that makes you feel smarter, stand taller, salute the world with a confident smile. Also if you’re learning to walk, hard-soled shoes give you a rigid platform to begin tottering around like the Star…
Thursday Grab Bag
Just like Taco Tuesday or Pizza Friday, this blog needs a themed day. And since I’m UncleF#*k-Up I get to declare a day and then promptly ignore or forget about it. Today’s grab bag starts with things going wrong in…
Posted in Parenting, Uncategorized Tagged with: CH, eating, food, hair, mess, number two, parenting, toddlers
Supposed to be Sleeping
There’s an hour of night when everything is asleep, even the trees and waves and soil. Even the mockingbirds, and they’re the frat boys of the avian world, getting territorial and screaming at all hours of day, then ratcheting it…
Nightmares and a Scary Bunny
If you have kids you have to resign yourself to interrupted sleep. Last night, The Boy was teething and had thrown up earlier in the evening and was in a grumpy mood. Child Harbat was in a very good mood…
Posted in Uncategorized Tagged with: child harbat, face painting, nightmares, number two, parenting, sleep, the boy
Spring!
Holy Jeezum Crow and a whole bunch of other sanitized versions of non-curse sayings! It’s the first day of Spring! This means today is cool and overcast because San Diego just likes to be different. Not Portland or Austin different,…
Posted in Uncategorized Tagged with: child harbat, gardening, hipsters, lamb, moustaches, number two, spring, velocipede
Earliest Memories
What can you dredge up through the neural soup of your mind and qualify as your earliest memory? Mine comes from a time when I was three or four, and it’s of our housekeeper extinguishing a lit match in her…
Posted in Uncategorized Tagged with: brain, child harbat, events, memories, mind, number two, parenting
It’s a Question of Scale
Almost two years after visiting the Quail Botanical Gardens with little Child Harbat, we went back with bigger Child Harbat and The Boy, AKA Number Two. The gardens are just as delightful and the now with one child slightly larger…
Oh No, Not Again
You’d think I would’ve learned my lesson. You’d be wrong. This weekend on a beautiful sunny day I brought Number Two out into the yard for some afternoon frivolity and nature communion. I smiled as I saw some birds wriggling…
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