Seven children in a house full of sugar

Last year, we held a gingerbread party for the children of our close family and friends. Kids and parents came along, brought obscene amounts of candy and jointly supervised the application of ridiculous quantities of icing to gingerbread igloos. The igloos were because making seven houses seemed too much like work…. This year we did…

Double blink

After looking at the baby monitor’s nether region….. “Actually, Katherine, the baby monitor was made in Thailand.” “Oh. (Long pause, in which the only sound is that of the cogs in her head whirring double-time.) Thailand is like China and is a long way away. They have elephants in Thailand?” Good question. What planet did…

Blink

Pointing at the receiver of the baby monitor, “Mommy, who made this?” “I don’t know, Katherine. Probably someone a long ways away.” “In China?” Blink. Blink. “Uh, yeah. China….” This kid is too bloody smart.

Why otherwise intelligent people have kids

Most of childraising is just straight work. Honestly. The diapers are labour, as is the laundry (said with a harrowed, moaning, groan), the fact that everything you tidy has to be tidied three times over because as soon as you put it down, an invisible elastic toddler string snaps it to somewhere else in the…

Wish lists (collectively) are my nemesis

Every year in November, the topic of “Christmas wish lists” comes up around our house. This concept was not something that existed in our family when I was a kid and still feels vaguely foreign to me. Perhaps the idea of giving without expecting anything in return has sunk in too well….. I can see…