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…

Things you don’t want to run out of

Deoderant Toilet paper and facsimiles thereof (tissues, napkins, paper towels and even baby wipes will save your ass – bad pun – but if you’re out of all of ’em, you’re sunk) Diapers, which is why you should always have cloth ones around the house, even if you don’t use ’em Laundry detergent. Believe me,…

Why I like girl dogs

After slaughtering and hog-tying the Christmas tree on Saturday, we stuck it in a barrell of water until we had blasted a spot in the house in which it could stand. Sunday, we brought the tree into the house, lopped off another section of trunk and plunked it into a stand full of water. Happy…

What we do in our house for Christmas

Because I have been asked, both accusatorily and timorously both by people who mean well and those who are downright nosy, whether we celebrate Christmas, here it is: yes, we do Christmas. The trick comes in identifying how we define the Christmas that we celebrate and how we distinguish it from the meanings that others…

Zee leest of theengs tooo dooo to zee dallhaus…

Or what happens when you think of The Count from Sesame Street while blogging. I typically, like many people, I guess, have ambitious ideas about what I’d like to have ready for Christmas. This year I’m doing better than usual as I’m limiting myself, more or less, to one project. This year, Katherine has asked…