Thanks to Kurt Vonnegut for that three word world-weary summation of the state of everything. Now let’s get down to business. That wheat bread I thought was a sure disaster? I finally cut open a loaf this morning for breakfast…
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Sometimes Kids are Awful
Be thankful I’ve had two days to cool down. Sunday night I got to experience the very worst my daughter had to give, a tempest of three-year-old energy, angst, and bad manners that would make even Mary Poppins use four-letter…
The Young Artist
Have the tools available. This is what my wife and I keep trying to do with Toddler Harbat. If she has an interest in cooking, she’s got her kitchen and ours. If she wants to make music, we have instruments…
Our Winter = Your Summer
You can’t help but be smug. You can’t help but call your friends in frozen places. When you live in Southern California and it’s 75 degrees in January, you have to tell people. This weekend while my wife and I…
Dinnertime Battle
Somehow I’ve fooled myself into thinking my return home from work at the end of the day will be a 1905s Norman Rockwell painting. My wife will be drying her hands on a lace apron daintily draped over a beautiful…
Outside Work
Glorious, glorious weekend. January in Southern California is really the best time of year. You are reminded why you live here and not in Michigan (no offense to Michiganders). By Saturday late morning it was up in the mid-70s with…
What Children Don’t Like
Where am I, now three-plus years into parenting? I can change diapers, make baby food, clean bottles, clothe a struggling child, and a hundred other skills of extremely limited utility in the outside world. But the list of things I…
Where Does Milk Come From?
You think you’re ready for the Big Questions when you’re a parent, but you aren’t. Toddler Harbat hasn’t yet begun to ask those questions that will make me pause, blush, and tell her to go ask Mamma. But at least…
What’s for Dinner?
Toddler Harbat has been growing up in our kitchen. She took her first steps there, and quickly learned where the bread was sliced. I’ve always tried to include her in food preparation, and her recent Christmas present shows where her…
Biking Isn’t Riding
Toddler Harbat is confused. When I suggest we take her tricycle out, she probably envisions sitting in a recliner while the scenery blurs past, preferably with a chocolate milk in one hand and a pony with long Technicolor hair riding…
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