Driving home last night, stuck in traffic. Some asshole behind me starts helpfully leaning on his horn.

Suddenly a tiny voice pipes up from the backseat, "Somebody a jerk!"

So okay, I guess he's got a head srtart on learning to drive...

You've seen this, right? What kills me is I was at the hardware store last night and I bought the Junebug a ( Read more... )

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Posted without comment: By the time Diana Vreeland joined Harper's Bazaar in 1937 as a junior editor, handbags had become an integral and important part of the fashion business, as she would quickly learn. Shortly after she arrived at the august glossy, Vreeland had what she described in her memoir, D.V., as a "brainwave ( Read more... )

People ask me if the Junebug knows what's going to happen. Y'all, I didn't know what was going to happen before I had the Junebug, and I had been to birth classes and read books and stuff. I think people are expecting a little too much of the understanding of a two-year-old. We tell him there's a baby in Mama's tummy, and the baby will come out ( Read more... )

Hey! What have y'all been up to?

siblingsLast night I got to hear the story of Mr. E's friend's older son meeting his newborn brother for the very first time. They had a homebirth, so toddler boy got whisked away early in the morning and came back to find a very tired mama nursing a very small baby. Well, mama was happy to see him of course, and ( Read more... )

Well, I'm sick. Siiiiick. Missed several days of work. Second day without a voice. I think the Junebug is scared of me now because I look weird (I should probably shower) and I won't talk to him. Finally called a doctor. Doctor says 1) no, I can't have any antibiotics until I've had no voice for two weeks, because since I don't have a fever and my ( Read more... )

Three teenagers, on the bus, clearly friends, two boys and a girl, late teens, maybe 17 or 18, animated conversation. Eventually the conversation turns to a friend of theirs whose girlfriend has just had a baby ( Read more... )

I just finished Red Plenty. I'm honestly not 100% sure why I was reading it; I mean, Soviet Russia isn't a big one of my interests. Not that it's not an interesting subject, but just not something I've been drawn to so far.

On the other hand: 1) it seems to be in the zeitgeist somehow, like Code Name Verity* was six months ago, and it's always ( Read more... )

On the bus home after work tonight: me. A little boy sitting next to me. His brother sitting next to him. His sister, a little chubby with glasses, third on the bus, too late to get a seat, standing in front of them, swinging a little on the pole she was holding on to. Sister maybe 7 or 8, one brother older, one younger. Kids talking ( Read more... )