Sorry I'm Not From Around Here Section :: Page 5
Wherein I talk about how my kid’s got kind of a ‘tude these days.
The highly prolific Perseids meteor shower will be most visible Aug. 11-13. And other, less scientific observations.
I can only faithfully record my observations on dads and their doings through my experience with the two closest fathers of my acquaintance.
On Saturday, we took our 19-month-old, Lucy, to her first ever egg hunt.
Things weren’t always this way between us. When I first saw Lando in the summer of 2007, I knew we were meant to be together.
Getting parents together is a lot like holding a baby convention. We are nerds for our babies.
Basically, nobody understands anybody, not really. We’re all thrown together and expected to figure out what’s going on in somebody else’s head, just by the words that they employ. It isn’t until you really need to understand or be understood that you realize that words are paltry tools.
I can never apologize to my parents for all the household items I destroyed over the years. More importantly, I can’t really say how sorry I am for all the sassy looks, and even sassier words, with which I have presented them. And which, if I’m honest, I continue to present.
Musings about my toddler’s role at the News office. And some gratuitous baby pictures.
When I was a kid, Halloween was a holiday that could not make up its mind: there were ghost stories, which introduced us to the dark mystery, the tingling awe and fear of things unseen, the whisper of the possibility of life after death. There was also the jubilant promise of candy, one unbridled night […]