This village of ours

“I knew I couldn’t call the police because that would frighten him even more, and so the quickest and best solution for everyone involved was to get him inside his house.”

You signed on the dotted line

Choose your battles, name them one by one.

An ode to co-sleeping

If sleeping with our children is what evolution intended, then evolution is intent on wiping out our species.

You can probably tell I’m still a little tired

WARNING: do not procreate if you value coherent thoughts of thinking to the huh?

Up and out and away

You told me when she was a baby to hold on to every minute, and now I can’t keep them from falling through my hands.

What goes around

A public apology to my siblings who will flash an evil, knowing grin when they read this.

Stuff I found while looking around

This week’s link roundup.

Parenthood: A Panic Disorder

The recent time change handed Marlo’s sleep schedule several hits of acid…

It’s working

Someone is absolutely in love with her new ladybug. If the ground underneath you shook just now you can blame it on my heavy sigh of relief.
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On the nightshift

The map of my day in Los Angeles last Thursday resembled one of Marlo’s attempts to draw a portrait, all zigzag lines and random half circles and a giant smudge where an ear might have been: West Hollywood, Universal City, Sherman Oaks, Bel Air, Los Fe…