We’ve been hanging the show and dealing with the myriad of accompanying details all week. For Tuesday morning, Katherine visited Nana’s house because there was no space for her at the gallery in the early stages of the hanging and I needed all my mental facilities, diminished as they might be, about me. The following…
Category: kids
Side-effect of a weekend with her father
Me : Katherine, what would you like for lunch? K: I would liiiiiiiiiiike, um, I would like slimy macaroni with stinky cheese. And some chicken. The kind that’s dead without feathers. Right. Because we usually give her the live kind and let her use the quills to pick her teeth?
My night-time reading canon
As far back as I can remember, I’ve read myself to sleep. As a kid, I churned through C.S. Lewis (The Chronicles of Narnia, which I encountered at the age of five while stricken with chicken pox), Roald Dahl (Danny, Champion of the World, The BFG, etc.), F.W. Dixon’s accounts of Frank and Joe Hardy…
Theological conversations with kids
John took Katherine (3.5), Sam (7) and Katie (9) to the Botanical Gardens today and overheard this conversation: Sam: There aren’t any unicorns anymore. Katherine: Where did they go? Sam: Jesus came and flooded the world and they were all killed. Katie: Sam! Don’t be ridiculous! Jesus wasn’t there. God did it. When John told…
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 