Archive for February, 2006

The Kindergarten Journal

February 10th, 2006

For a while I’ve had a vague notion that I wanted to preserve the Girl’s school stuff. Some of it anyway — the good stuff — selected drawings, some writing. But I wasn’t really sure why. I thought she might get a kick out of it when she was older. But we had an experience [...]

What’s for dinner?

February 8th, 2006

Mom: Daughter, what’s for dinner? It’s your turn. Daughter: Mooooommm! I can’t make dinner. I can’t cook! Mom: Sure you can, what’s for dinner? Daughter, squinting: I can’t read a cookbook. Those are little, tiny words. I can only read big words. Mom: Son, what’s for dinner? Son: Hmm… I need the cookbook. The Boy [...]

Corporate greed run amok

February 7th, 2006

I just got a spam email in my Flickr mailbox from none other than GE promoting their Picture a Healthy World project. Here’s the email I received: Dear Flickr Member: We saw this photo of yours and really love it! [link removed] We selected your photo based on its quality and subject matter, which we [...]

Kicking and Screaming

February 6th, 2006

Kicking and Screaming wasn’t awful but it is certainly not Will Ferrell’s best work. A few mildly funny moments. At one point, the kids left the room entirely, absorbed in some other activity, and the lovely and talented wife and I glanced at each other wondering why we were still watching. It was so not [...]

Seņorita Precoz

February 6th, 2006

We were watching something on television today and one of the characters called another one a seņorita. I asked, “Did you know that you’re a seņorita?” “I am not a seņorita! I hate being called that because I’m not a lady! I’m a little girl!” she exclaimed. Then she cupped her hands and held them [...]

Sweetie Pie means I Love You

February 2nd, 2006

The Girl and I were snuggled up tonight watching Kiki’s Delivery Service again. The Boy was konked out and the lovely and talented wife was visiting with some friends. Me: I love you, sweetie-pie. Daughter: I love you, too, Daddy. Daughter: I know you love me when you call me sweetie-pie. Ahh. Heaven.