A short addendum to my previous post.
Just to prove my point, Harper spent 5-10 minutes yesterday walking around on the porch carrying a bubble machine that was blowing bubble directly into her face.
She would squint and turn her head, but not put the machine down, or aim it elsewhere.
Take that, Darwin!
April 15, 2011
April 10, 2011
My Daughter, The Religious Zealot
I consider myself to be a fairly enlightened person. I don't claim to be an expert in anything (least of all parenthood) but I do feel as though I can speak intelligently (relatively) and have a basic discussion on almost any topic. I enjoy a wide variety of subjects from literature to astronomy to culinary arts to landscaping. My interests are so eclectic and ever-changing that when I was put back in touch with a good friend from high school after many years, one of her first questions to me was "What are you obsessed with these days?"
There are a few conversations that I generally avoid. The big one is sports. I know next to nothing about sports and I can't understand the obsession with it. I find most sports boring to watch. More so than this, I find that if you express this belief, you get stared at as though you just tore off your own head and replaced it with a Jack-o-lantern that has been carved to resemble Frido Kahlo. Then the tirades begin. They usually start with asking what is wrong with you and wondering if you were beaten as a child during baseball games and move on from there, generally culminating in shouting and accusations of witchcraft and terrorist ties.
These reactions are heightened as you approach Pittsburgh to the point where sharing my true feelings about sports at work is enough to get my coworkers to attack me with pointed sticks smeared with various strains of bubonic plague.
The next two topics of conversation that I try to avoid with my friends and coworkers are politics and religion.
My views on religion in general and God specifically could be considered heretical at best and condescending at worst. I avoid discussions because I have difficulty keeping my part of the discussion polite. I don't want to use this as a forum to preach and to even discuss God, so for the sake of this post, I will simply state that I am a firm believer in the theory of evolution. I find it to be logical and supported by enough facts and evidence to sway me.
With that in mind, it is with a heavy heart that the following phrase leaves my fingers and makes its way into the greater world.
I think my daughter is a fanatical creationist. **cringe**
I say this not as the result of a long discussion with her about the merits and drawbacks of evolutionary theory. No, she's too devious for that. I have come to this conclusion by observing Harper's repeated attempts to disprove the concept that humans beings have evolved over millions of years to climb our way to the top of the evolutionary ladder. She is doing her best to show that "survival of the fittest" is simply untrue.
Allow me to list her latest arguments, as played out in her recent actions:
She runs headlong towards hard or sharp objects while flailing her arms to upset her bipedal locomotion and looking backwards to minimize the advantages of human sight.
She attempts to subvert her evolved human hearing by trying to pierce her ear drums with drinking straws.
She repeatedly puts objects in her mouth that are perfectly suited to obstruct her windpipe.
She only wants to play with things that will hurt her.
She is either determined to prove Darwin and his theories wrong by demonstrating the lack of survival instincts, or prove the existence of divine intervention by her lack of debilitating and permanent injuries thus far.
I love my daughter and whatever religion/deity she chooses to follow is fine with me. I will love her no matter what.
But please, God (Vishnu, Ra, no one, whatever), please inspire Stephen Hawking to start writing bedtime stories for children. Trying to indoctrinate her by reading Origin of the Species before bed is not having the intended effect.
Sigh. Here is a totally unrelated video from two weeks ago that I promised and finally got uploaded.
There are a few conversations that I generally avoid. The big one is sports. I know next to nothing about sports and I can't understand the obsession with it. I find most sports boring to watch. More so than this, I find that if you express this belief, you get stared at as though you just tore off your own head and replaced it with a Jack-o-lantern that has been carved to resemble Frido Kahlo. Then the tirades begin. They usually start with asking what is wrong with you and wondering if you were beaten as a child during baseball games and move on from there, generally culminating in shouting and accusations of witchcraft and terrorist ties.
These reactions are heightened as you approach Pittsburgh to the point where sharing my true feelings about sports at work is enough to get my coworkers to attack me with pointed sticks smeared with various strains of bubonic plague.
The next two topics of conversation that I try to avoid with my friends and coworkers are politics and religion.
My views on religion in general and God specifically could be considered heretical at best and condescending at worst. I avoid discussions because I have difficulty keeping my part of the discussion polite. I don't want to use this as a forum to preach and to even discuss God, so for the sake of this post, I will simply state that I am a firm believer in the theory of evolution. I find it to be logical and supported by enough facts and evidence to sway me.
With that in mind, it is with a heavy heart that the following phrase leaves my fingers and makes its way into the greater world.
I think my daughter is a fanatical creationist. **cringe**
I say this not as the result of a long discussion with her about the merits and drawbacks of evolutionary theory. No, she's too devious for that. I have come to this conclusion by observing Harper's repeated attempts to disprove the concept that humans beings have evolved over millions of years to climb our way to the top of the evolutionary ladder. She is doing her best to show that "survival of the fittest" is simply untrue.
Allow me to list her latest arguments, as played out in her recent actions:
She runs headlong towards hard or sharp objects while flailing her arms to upset her bipedal locomotion and looking backwards to minimize the advantages of human sight.
She attempts to subvert her evolved human hearing by trying to pierce her ear drums with drinking straws.
She repeatedly puts objects in her mouth that are perfectly suited to obstruct her windpipe.
She only wants to play with things that will hurt her.
She is either determined to prove Darwin and his theories wrong by demonstrating the lack of survival instincts, or prove the existence of divine intervention by her lack of debilitating and permanent injuries thus far.
I love my daughter and whatever religion/deity she chooses to follow is fine with me. I will love her no matter what.
But please, God (Vishnu, Ra, no one, whatever), please inspire Stephen Hawking to start writing bedtime stories for children. Trying to indoctrinate her by reading Origin of the Species before bed is not having the intended effect.
Sigh. Here is a totally unrelated video from two weeks ago that I promised and finally got uploaded.
April 6, 2011
My Daughters, Offspring of a Lazy Father
My deepest and most humble apologies, dear readers. I cannot express how sincerely sorry I am that it has been almost 3 weeks since my last update. Please accept the following list of excuses:
1) I am lazy.
2) I don't want this blog to become a chronicle of the day-to-day workings of my household.
3) We had a tornado and I took a very cute video of Harper's terrified reaction to the hail and I was waiting to upload it.
4) I've been busy.
5) I'm lazy.
6) I've been having a very difficult time at work for the past few weeks and I didn't want that to overshadow my posts.
Well, with that out of the way, I'll give you a brief summary of the events from the past few weeks.
Our addiction to Dexter has lead us to watch seasons 1-4 in a fashion that left us forgetting that it's just a TV show. Dexter is not a neighbor or friend and we shouldn't be talking about him and his coworkers at the dinner table as though they are. Seriously, it's an awesome show and you should watch it.
We took our first trip as a family of four out to Philadelphia where many of my friends and family got to meet Brynn for the first time. Harper was very well behaved and, as usual, was the life of the party.
I stopped at a game store in Jenkintown and picked up some pretty fantastic games and had a great conversation with the owner, discussing the possibility of opening up a satellite store of hers in the Pittsburgh area.
At the end of April, I'll be taking the Praxis in an effort to hopefully become certified in Physics. I would love to teach high school Physics, but mostly, I hope the dual certification will make me more attractive to schools that are closer to my house. (If anyone is hiring after Corbett gets done treating public education like a drunken prom date...)
On the way back, Sara and Harper had a drinking contest.
Brynn has been sleeping a little better at night (thank god!) and has been opening her eyes more, interacting with the world. It's making it a little difficult to go home and workout when the other option is to lay on the couch looking at my daughter...
We have decided that we've been in our house long enough and it's time to start making some of the renovations that we've discussed. The two major plans for the next few months are:
1) Redoing the bathroom in the basement with a new toilet, shower and sink, as well as walls and lighting. (I am less excited about this one.)
2) Adding a two-tiered retaining wall with steps to the backyard in an effort to better utilize our space. (I am REALLY looking forward to this and am having a great time planning the stages.)
Anyone who would like to come and help with these, whether financially, physically, architecturally or babysitter-ally, Your help would be very welcome.
For the most part, things are going very well. Harper loves her new sister. In fact, she loves her SO much that she wants to show her different parts of the house. She hasn't quite grasped the concept that Brynn can't walk and that being dragged behind a toddler is ... unpleasant. We have had a few incidents where we've been forced to put Harper in her crib for a few minutes as a punishment for hitting Brynn or showing her exactly where her eyes are (with pointy fingers).
Overall, I think I've been doing a very good job of keeping my tone calm, but firm, when telling her that she has done something wrong. I'm not spanking her or slapping her hand and when I take her out of her crib after a punishment, I give her a hug and a kiss and tell her I love her. She is still at the stage where she easily forgets that she was mad at me.
Of course, that means that she easily forgets why she was punished...
In any event, things are going well and I'm looking forward to the summer, not the least reason being that I'll get to play stay-at-home dad. Anyone up for a play date?
Have your people call my people.
If they aren't asleep...
JYCW26DAW8RQ
1) I am lazy.
2) I don't want this blog to become a chronicle of the day-to-day workings of my household.
3) We had a tornado and I took a very cute video of Harper's terrified reaction to the hail and I was waiting to upload it.
4) I've been busy.
5) I'm lazy.
6) I've been having a very difficult time at work for the past few weeks and I didn't want that to overshadow my posts.
Well, with that out of the way, I'll give you a brief summary of the events from the past few weeks.
Our addiction to Dexter has lead us to watch seasons 1-4 in a fashion that left us forgetting that it's just a TV show. Dexter is not a neighbor or friend and we shouldn't be talking about him and his coworkers at the dinner table as though they are. Seriously, it's an awesome show and you should watch it.
We took our first trip as a family of four out to Philadelphia where many of my friends and family got to meet Brynn for the first time. Harper was very well behaved and, as usual, was the life of the party.
I stopped at a game store in Jenkintown and picked up some pretty fantastic games and had a great conversation with the owner, discussing the possibility of opening up a satellite store of hers in the Pittsburgh area.
At the end of April, I'll be taking the Praxis in an effort to hopefully become certified in Physics. I would love to teach high school Physics, but mostly, I hope the dual certification will make me more attractive to schools that are closer to my house. (If anyone is hiring after Corbett gets done treating public education like a drunken prom date...)
On the way back, Sara and Harper had a drinking contest.
Brynn has been sleeping a little better at night (thank god!) and has been opening her eyes more, interacting with the world. It's making it a little difficult to go home and workout when the other option is to lay on the couch looking at my daughter...
We have decided that we've been in our house long enough and it's time to start making some of the renovations that we've discussed. The two major plans for the next few months are:
1) Redoing the bathroom in the basement with a new toilet, shower and sink, as well as walls and lighting. (I am less excited about this one.)
2) Adding a two-tiered retaining wall with steps to the backyard in an effort to better utilize our space. (I am REALLY looking forward to this and am having a great time planning the stages.)
Anyone who would like to come and help with these, whether financially, physically, architecturally or babysitter-ally, Your help would be very welcome.
For the most part, things are going very well. Harper loves her new sister. In fact, she loves her SO much that she wants to show her different parts of the house. She hasn't quite grasped the concept that Brynn can't walk and that being dragged behind a toddler is ... unpleasant. We have had a few incidents where we've been forced to put Harper in her crib for a few minutes as a punishment for hitting Brynn or showing her exactly where her eyes are (with pointy fingers).
Overall, I think I've been doing a very good job of keeping my tone calm, but firm, when telling her that she has done something wrong. I'm not spanking her or slapping her hand and when I take her out of her crib after a punishment, I give her a hug and a kiss and tell her I love her. She is still at the stage where she easily forgets that she was mad at me.
Of course, that means that she easily forgets why she was punished...
In any event, things are going well and I'm looking forward to the summer, not the least reason being that I'll get to play stay-at-home dad. Anyone up for a play date?
If they aren't asleep...
JYCW26DAW8RQ
March 21, 2011
My Daughters, The Girls Who Party All Night
At 1:30 in the morning, Harper began to cry. She was calling for Sara. Sara, however, was dealing with this:
As a result, I got out of bed (who likes sleeping anyway), grabbed a pacifier and went into Harper's room. I found this:
I reached in to the crib and rubbed her back, stroked her hair, and she put her head back down. Every time I stopped, she would sit up again.
I put a stuffed animal on the floor and lay down, stretching my arm into the crib to play with her hair. I have no idea how much time had passed by the time I was able to army-crawl out the door and back into bed, but it didn't matter.
No matter how bad today is, I will be able to lift myself back up by remembering how I was able to soothe my daughter in the middle of the night.
Does someone want to pay me to be a stay-at-home dad?
March 17, 2011
My Daughters, The Girls with One Parent and a Butler
My wife is amazing.
I cannot express this as eloquently, nor as often, as she deserves, so I will simply keep restating it throughout this entry, using differing adjective and modifiers. While the placement may seem to indicate the contrary, I assure you that there is no sarcasm meant at all. She is so amazing that I can't even put it into words.
My wife is incredible.
She is currently a stay-at-home mom, taking care of our rambunctious and precious genetic bundles cleverly disguised as poop-machines. Her endless patience, which was forged in the fires of my incompetence as a husband and human being, is serving her well. She is tired, but happy. I come home from work, exhausted, frustrated and disenfranchised and I am often greeting by smelly bundles of stickiness. (See my earlier post for how I feel about this.)
My wife is astonishing.
I am, as I've said before in this post, as well as in others, an incompetent buffoon. I want to help, but I rarely see what I can do. If directed, I perform (I think) admirably, but without direction, I often find myself in the way, trailing behind my wife like a lost puppy, waiting for someone to throw a stick for me.
I try. I really do. Occasionally, I look around the house and wonder what I can straighten, or clean, or put away, or vacuum, but not as often as I should and certainly not with the same thorough eye that would get me my own show on BBC or Style Network.
What I do know to do automatically, is to either distract Harper, or hold Brynn, which need seems more immediate to relieve my wife. Castle Sara is usually besieged by the united barbarian hordes of Infantium and Toddleria. The defenses of the castle have held strong throughout the day, but the parapets are weakening and the longbowmen are running low on arrows. Reinforcements from the west, lead by the self-deprecating knight, Justin the Sometimes-Useful, arrive just in time to sweep off the invaders with their soiled smallclothes. (Clearly, I've been reading too much Ken Follett).
Harper, however, seems to think that, in spite of the overwhelming mountain of evidence to the contrary, her mother is going to ignore her, forget about her, or sell her to science to be used for medical experiments. As a result of this, it is increasingly difficult to give Sara couple of moments of peace. When I sweep Harper away, she starts to cry. I haven't been able to give her a bath that lasts longer than it take to lather and her hair and giver a cursory rinse because the screams of "MAMA" echo painfully in our small bathroom. When Sara is feeding Brynn, Harper NEEDS to be climbing up to sit with them and my taking her away to play with her only makes her more upset. Lat week, when I tried to put Harper to bed after her bath, she laid in my arms, screamed at the top of her lungs and kicks her legs. For 10 minutes. Finally, Sara came in and traded out with me,putting her to bed in less than 3 minutes.
It sure was nice of me to sit and listen to all that screaming so that Sara wouldn't have to. What a considerate guy I am...
My wife is a wonderful wife and mother and I am amazed by her on a daily basis.
With things going poorly at work (made even worse and more foreboding by news of last nights school board meeting), teachers being the punching bag of the country lately, the impending increase in cost of daycare, and the apparent failure of my latest plan to get in shape (not giving up yet though...) the fact that my daughter, whom I love with all of my heart has been thoroughly rejecting me whenever Sara is in the house, is almost more than I can bear. My mood has been horrendous lately and I've been taking it out on the wrong people (not that there are any people on whom it would be appropriate to take it out.)
The worst part for me is that I feel worse than useless. An absentee father/husband isn't expected to do anything to help. The wife/mother already knows that she's not getting any assistance. I should be doing more, but Harper won't let me. She simply will not come to me when Sara is around.
I think even that it a cop-out for my own laziness. See? There I go feeling sorry for myself, when I should be helping my wife.
I know I usually try to keep this blog happy and upbeat, but this is a topic that I've been thinking about almost constantly and I needed to get it down.
In any event, as I may have mentioned before, I am amazed by my wife and I hope that I can become even half the parent that she is.
Pictures. More later when I'm somewhere that I can upload them.
I cannot express this as eloquently, nor as often, as she deserves, so I will simply keep restating it throughout this entry, using differing adjective and modifiers. While the placement may seem to indicate the contrary, I assure you that there is no sarcasm meant at all. She is so amazing that I can't even put it into words.
My wife is incredible.
She is currently a stay-at-home mom, taking care of our rambunctious and precious genetic bundles cleverly disguised as poop-machines. Her endless patience, which was forged in the fires of my incompetence as a husband and human being, is serving her well. She is tired, but happy. I come home from work, exhausted, frustrated and disenfranchised and I am often greeting by smelly bundles of stickiness. (See my earlier post for how I feel about this.)
My wife is astonishing.
I am, as I've said before in this post, as well as in others, an incompetent buffoon. I want to help, but I rarely see what I can do. If directed, I perform (I think) admirably, but without direction, I often find myself in the way, trailing behind my wife like a lost puppy, waiting for someone to throw a stick for me.
I try. I really do. Occasionally, I look around the house and wonder what I can straighten, or clean, or put away, or vacuum, but not as often as I should and certainly not with the same thorough eye that would get me my own show on BBC or Style Network.
What I do know to do automatically, is to either distract Harper, or hold Brynn, which need seems more immediate to relieve my wife. Castle Sara is usually besieged by the united barbarian hordes of Infantium and Toddleria. The defenses of the castle have held strong throughout the day, but the parapets are weakening and the longbowmen are running low on arrows. Reinforcements from the west, lead by the self-deprecating knight, Justin the Sometimes-Useful, arrive just in time to sweep off the invaders with their soiled smallclothes. (Clearly, I've been reading too much Ken Follett).
Harper, however, seems to think that, in spite of the overwhelming mountain of evidence to the contrary, her mother is going to ignore her, forget about her, or sell her to science to be used for medical experiments. As a result of this, it is increasingly difficult to give Sara couple of moments of peace. When I sweep Harper away, she starts to cry. I haven't been able to give her a bath that lasts longer than it take to lather and her hair and giver a cursory rinse because the screams of "MAMA" echo painfully in our small bathroom. When Sara is feeding Brynn, Harper NEEDS to be climbing up to sit with them and my taking her away to play with her only makes her more upset. Lat week, when I tried to put Harper to bed after her bath, she laid in my arms, screamed at the top of her lungs and kicks her legs. For 10 minutes. Finally, Sara came in and traded out with me,putting her to bed in less than 3 minutes.
It sure was nice of me to sit and listen to all that screaming so that Sara wouldn't have to. What a considerate guy I am...
My wife is a wonderful wife and mother and I am amazed by her on a daily basis.
With things going poorly at work (made even worse and more foreboding by news of last nights school board meeting), teachers being the punching bag of the country lately, the impending increase in cost of daycare, and the apparent failure of my latest plan to get in shape (not giving up yet though...) the fact that my daughter, whom I love with all of my heart has been thoroughly rejecting me whenever Sara is in the house, is almost more than I can bear. My mood has been horrendous lately and I've been taking it out on the wrong people (not that there are any people on whom it would be appropriate to take it out.)
The worst part for me is that I feel worse than useless. An absentee father/husband isn't expected to do anything to help. The wife/mother already knows that she's not getting any assistance. I should be doing more, but Harper won't let me. She simply will not come to me when Sara is around.
I think even that it a cop-out for my own laziness. See? There I go feeling sorry for myself, when I should be helping my wife.
I know I usually try to keep this blog happy and upbeat, but this is a topic that I've been thinking about almost constantly and I needed to get it down.
In any event, as I may have mentioned before, I am amazed by my wife and I hope that I can become even half the parent that she is.
Pictures. More later when I'm somewhere that I can upload them.
Apparently, we REALLY need a jungle gym. Garage Sale season, here we come!
March 5, 2011
My Daughters, The Sisters
Oh, dear readers, I pray that you will forgive me for my lack of updates. I fall upon your mercy, with statements most humble and self-deprecating. I promise that I shall reward your diligence with a short post (maybe) and multiple pictures (for sure).
The last two weeks have been a tornado, except instead of houses, corn and evil schoolmarms on bicycles, the flying debris has been diapers, onesies and evil schoolmarms. Well, not schoolmarms, just school teachers. I have had a very difficult two weeks at work, of which I would love to tell you, but recent trends in educational theory make me think that might not be a good idea. Suffice to say, I've been doing a lot of thinking about the type of teacher I want to be and how can I achieve those goals.
In any event, all of this has been almost entirely overshadowed by the newest addition to our happy little family. Ms. Brynn Elizabeth Aion has been just amazing.
Last November, after Harper was born, a coworker of mine, who happens to have 4 children under the age of 6, told me that after a few months, another friend would have a baby and suddenly Harper would look HUGE! I am here to tell you that my little (oldest) daughter, overnight, grew into a Godzilla-style giant.
We only slowly noticed how big she was getting. "Hmm...her legs seem to extend beyond the chair when I'm giving her her bed-time bottle." "Hmm...She seems to be able to reach things on the table without climbing." "Hmm...She seems to be able to dust the top of the ceiling fan without the step ladder."
After a day of holding Brynn (all 6 pounds and 18 inches of her) in the hospital and around the house, I admit that I temporarily considered putting H on a diet. The problem with this plan is that I would have to chop of all of her limbs, including her head. Sara assures me that this is a terrible idea as it would hake it very difficult to dress and feed her without those appendages (diapers simply don't stay on without legs to wrap them around.)
H suddenly looks and feels huge. It's possible to pick up a newborn without noticing the additional weight. Harper, however, now weighs 22 pounds, which is not much, but is like carrying 4 of her sister. Her hands and feet are starting to fill out too, so she doesn't look nearly as skinny as she used to.
I know she's still very small as far as children go, but with Brynn around, she just seems like a big girl.
It makes me frustrated that she's not speaking in full, grammatically correct sentences expressing her beliefs either in favor of, or against the establishment of a national religion. Perhaps she knows that particular topic is too polarizing and she is simply choosing to not start a moral discussion that may divide the family...
Clever girl...
Luckily for everyone, Harper is very taken with Brynn. When the elder sister sees the younger, she smiles hugely and looks to us for approval. We're still working on teaching her not drag her sister around the house by a blanket and not to hand her toys with sharp edges. They are, however, very cute together.
The last two weeks have been a tornado, except instead of houses, corn and evil schoolmarms on bicycles, the flying debris has been diapers, onesies and evil schoolmarms. Well, not schoolmarms, just school teachers. I have had a very difficult two weeks at work, of which I would love to tell you, but recent trends in educational theory make me think that might not be a good idea. Suffice to say, I've been doing a lot of thinking about the type of teacher I want to be and how can I achieve those goals.
In any event, all of this has been almost entirely overshadowed by the newest addition to our happy little family. Ms. Brynn Elizabeth Aion has been just amazing.
Last November, after Harper was born, a coworker of mine, who happens to have 4 children under the age of 6, told me that after a few months, another friend would have a baby and suddenly Harper would look HUGE! I am here to tell you that my little (oldest) daughter, overnight, grew into a Godzilla-style giant.
We only slowly noticed how big she was getting. "Hmm...her legs seem to extend beyond the chair when I'm giving her her bed-time bottle." "Hmm...She seems to be able to reach things on the table without climbing." "Hmm...She seems to be able to dust the top of the ceiling fan without the step ladder."
After a day of holding Brynn (all 6 pounds and 18 inches of her) in the hospital and around the house, I admit that I temporarily considered putting H on a diet. The problem with this plan is that I would have to chop of all of her limbs, including her head. Sara assures me that this is a terrible idea as it would hake it very difficult to dress and feed her without those appendages (diapers simply don't stay on without legs to wrap them around.)
H suddenly looks and feels huge. It's possible to pick up a newborn without noticing the additional weight. Harper, however, now weighs 22 pounds, which is not much, but is like carrying 4 of her sister. Her hands and feet are starting to fill out too, so she doesn't look nearly as skinny as she used to.
I know she's still very small as far as children go, but with Brynn around, she just seems like a big girl.
It makes me frustrated that she's not speaking in full, grammatically correct sentences expressing her beliefs either in favor of, or against the establishment of a national religion. Perhaps she knows that particular topic is too polarizing and she is simply choosing to not start a moral discussion that may divide the family...
Clever girl...
Luckily for everyone, Harper is very taken with Brynn. When the elder sister sees the younger, she smiles hugely and looks to us for approval. We're still working on teaching her not drag her sister around the house by a blanket and not to hand her toys with sharp edges. They are, however, very cute together.
A friend of ours came over this week and took excellent pictures of the girls and I think we're going to use some to make postcards and all sorts of other things so that people can display the beauty of our family in their houses.
Here are a few for you to enjoy while I think about what to post in the next entry.
This happens very frequently. It's cuter than I can handle.
This session was exhausting. I'll just wait here until you're ready for me.
P.S. I'm still taking suggestions for what to call the blog. It doesn't seem fair to have to be Adventures in Harper-Space anymore. I may go back to Adventures in Parenting, or to something new like Happily Afloat in a Sea of Estrogen. As always, I'm looking for topics to discuss so I'll take suggestions for those as well as any questions you may have.
P.P.S. I love when people share the link to the blog with their friends and family. The more people who read, the better feedback I can get and the better I can make the blog. Please do share the blog anyway you can, including facebook, e-mail, your own blog, or taking out an ad in your local paper.
P.P.P.S. If you want to make a comment on this new format, and don't see the list of comments, you need to click on the blog title and then go to the bottom of the post. I'm going to see if I can fix this...
February 24, 2011
My Daughters, The Passengers
I have seen a vision of my future. I will spend the rest of my life with a belt tied to a laundry basket dragging my daughters around as they scream about how I need to go faster, or slower, or make the noise, or something.
There are worse ways to spend one's life.
There are worse ways to spend one's life.
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