An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Helping me organize the nursery

I did not discover Chuck’s ability to balance things on his head until Leta was several months old, and so now I’m realizing that there are all sorts of newborn props with which to disrupt his day. We’re starting slowly here with a pink onesie…

May 27, 2009

I’m being eaten by a boa constrictor

Leta has taken a serious liking to Shel Silverstein’s poetry, particularly everything in Where the Sidewalk Ends. Last night she and Jon took took turns reading “Boa Constrictor” over and over again, both of them erupting in laughter when the boa constrictor reaches the author’s…