Mommy! Robertson!

Slot screws, as we all know, come from the devil. (You don’t have to believe in the devil’s existence to state this, although I tender the invention of slot screws as evidence of his presence.) The only real screw that is in any way useable is a Robertson, blasphemously called a square-head in the U.S….

Incessance

What they don’t mention in the baby books and the nauseating and irritating “advice on how to raise your child correctly and in a psychologically sound fashion” books is that what you have signed on for is a running commentary on every moment of your goddamned life. Never again will you do ANYTHING in the…

Three more days…

… in which to get everything done. Things left to do are: finish the dollhouse (needs exterior trim and a little finishing here and there. Nothing major. If I get time, I’ll make the curtains.) paint a few pieces of dollhouse furniture. wrap one present and three stocking stuffers buy one chocolate orange and wrap…

When in doubt, pterodactyl

(Does it scare you that I knew how to spell that without looking?) Katherine has discovered a new coping mechanism. When asked a question to which she doesn’t know the answer, she stretches her mouth open, sticks out her tongue all the way and screeches, emulating, for all the world, what I imagine a young…