Jesus, what a fiasco. Since the dentist told us ten days ago that Child Harbat’s pacifier had to go we’ve been a world of withdrawal. Without her familiar soothing mechanism, CH has been on a ten-day bender, all manic with…
Jesus, what a fiasco. Since the dentist told us ten days ago that Child Harbat’s pacifier had to go we’ve been a world of withdrawal. Without her familiar soothing mechanism, CH has been on a ten-day bender, all manic with…
Growing up is an incremental thing like the formation of a stalagmite—you can’t see it happening but over time the change is extraordinary. But every once in a while the transition is sudden and the baby of yesterday is left…
I know what it’s like to be a zombie. You see them staggering around the streets with their ragged clothing, ragged skin, ragged breaths. “I won’t become one, I’ll be careful.” Then there’s an itching at your ankle. “Nothing, nothing…
Whatever conceptions you have of “going for a walk”, “hiking” or “taking a stroll”, please wrap them in newspaper and throw in the trash. Once you have a kid, you’re going to have to learn new meanings for all these…
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…
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…
One of the greatest and most challenging things about kids is the raw emotion. It’s a bit like handling enriched uranium—yes, it can power a small town but it’ll also make your hair fall out. Then there are the moments…
Nothing like a lack of sleep to set your whole day wrong. Yesterday the whole family got grumpified starting at six AM. TH thumped down the hall as usual, the drumbeat to which I awake every morning. (She gets it…
Every morning that I drive Toddler Harbat to school I have to get through a four-way stop. Sounds simple, but this intersection is made worse by two factors. One, there’s an elementary school on the corner that starts session right…
Having kids means being ready for anything. Which isn’t really possible because they’ll always surprise you with something. Example: earlier this week I was giving Toddler Harbat a bath and, as usual, she had a running commentary going. When she…