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…

While no one was watching….

Katherine and I spent some time out in the yard today, tidying things and spraying sand in about eight different directions. She had a blast. Moss discerned that hoses are really related to snakes and need pouncing upon, vigourous shaking and the deft application of very sharp teeth. At least, that’s his story. Mine varies…

Smoke alarms: what you don’t know might kill a night’s sleep

Woke up at 5:57 this morning to the alarm clock going off. While I knew John had to be up and out the door early, there were two things wrong with the situation that my pre-caffeinated brain could discern. Firstly, the alarm was set for 6:25, which, even without coffee, I can tell is different…

Men are odd

Okay, so I googled it. I figured it was just him being lazy, unobservant, out of clean clothes or simply weird. (We’re talking about a man who honestly cannot tell the difference between ironed and unironed shirts, just to give you some context.) I thought that perhaps underwear had the same problem as tube socks…

One definition of “high”:

A two year-old in a toy store a month before Christmas. Mom and I took Katherine to Toys R Us today, so that I could gawk at toys and we could both watch the munchkin spin from one display to another, pushing random buttons and eliciting bizarre noises from large, expensive pieces of brightly-coloured plastic….