I am going to be in so much trouble for this….

…, but I can’t help it. I just love it when he makes bread. 🙂 Fortunately for the Internet, I have no problems with getting flour on my shirt while kneading. Plus I’m better at hiding the camera.

The effects of living with children….

It’s Saturday night. We’re on our way out to dinner with friends. I’ve just briefed the two fifteen year-old girls who are babysitting. John sits in the car, snickering. Me: What’s so funny? John: Oh, nothing. Me: No really. What gives? John: The last thing you said to those poor girls was, and I quote,…

Contagious habits.

Katherine and I have recently embarked (successfully) on that unholy voyage of mother and daughter in which the former teaches the latter about the proper use of the lavatory and the former devises every excuse in the book for maintaining the status quo (diapers). We’re almost to the end now, but there was one particular…

Rather sweet (and uncannily accurate)

Katherine drew a picture today. She crumpled it up inside another piece of paper and brought it to me, telling me that it was a present. I opened it and found this: “This” is a picture of John (the pink blob, with black legs), at work, thinking about home. The squiggles to the right of…

Thus endeth a roller coaster ride

I thought I might take a pass on the “oh, what a year this has been” post, but I can’t seem to leave it alone. Part of me looks back on 2006 with rather negative feelings, but closer inspection reminds me that we pretty near broke even, although it didn’t much feel like it at…