Recently it was 100 degrees here. In Southern California that means one of several things: A)those aren’t fireworks in the night sky, it’s a wildfire; B)an earthquake has cracked open the ground under your feet and you’re plummeting towards the…
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Pitter Patter Goes My Heart
It’s a stale line, one invoked by in-laws and aunties: “When will we be hearing the pitter patter of little feet?” as if this is going to convince someone to have children. Funny thing is, I doubt these people have…
A Note to My Readers
I know you are out there, loyal readers. You’re coming from all over the world to watch me botch home improvement projects, struggle with parenting, and try to reach the thousand-loaf mark in my search for the perfect crusty bread. …
Terrible Two-and-a-Half
It is upon us, the dark time. Biting, kicking, screaming, hair-pulling, willful disobedience. Our beautiful little daughter can transform, with no warning, into a wild animal. Ten seconds later she’s back to normal. Believe me, this see-sawing from cuteness to…
Monday Stew: A Little of This, A Little of That
Weekends always seem longer than they are on the calendar. I think back to what I did this weekend: gardening, baking, farmer’s market, park visitor’s center, constructing compost pile fencing, garden festival/fair, and it doesn’t seem possible it fit into…
Having a Kid is Like…
…beautiful angelic light from heaven, and the clear ringing of silver bells…ahh screw it. Toddler Harbat bit me last night and I called her a wild dog. She cried, there were hugs and apologies all around, and all was forgiven…
State of Independence
“I’m doing it!” Oh, the days when we thought it would be funny to hear Toddler Harbat that. Sometimes it’s still funny. Sometimes, like when she refuses to get out of the car and slumps on the armrest like a…
Tuh-pay-toe Bugs
I’ve been trying to raise Toddler Harbat as a lover of all things living. This includes little things that scuttle and flutter, blobs that ooze slime as they drag themselves across the sidewalk, and wriggling grubby things in the dirt. …
Growing Up
This weekend Toddler Harbat looked different. Acted different. Was it how she walked, with a forward stride rather than a bow-legged waddle? Is it her clothes that are little girl clothes and not toddler clothes? Maybe it’s how much she…
Playing
When I was young I remember there were only two things to do: playing and not playing. Not playing involved things like sitting at the table and wiping your mouth, struggling with unwieldy backpacks of textbooks, and using your foot…
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