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…

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…

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…

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…