January 2009

If Baryshnikov Were A Vertically-Challenged Vaudevillian…

January 29, 2009

… who was given to hitting the bottle before performances, it would probably look something like this:

I make no apologies. I mean, what are babies for?


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The First Cut

January 27, 2009

Here’s something that I had planned to never blog about: my son’s penis. Not about the novelty of having a baby with a penis (because, really: contrary to all expectation, the novelty wears off. A baby penis is just a little version of the appendage that you’ve seen before, and once you get accustomed to [...]

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Grace In Small (Imaginary) Things: Day 1/375

January 25, 2009

I don’t know what any of these things are, but they sound wonderful: 1) Pretty sauce; 2) Honey Jolly Balls; 3) Lollipop juice. Together, I think that they’d make an awesome meal. Hold the meatballs, though. (Learn more about Grace In Small Things here. Thanks, Schmutzie.)

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Eat More Pie

January 24, 2009

Yesterday was a bad day. Another in a long stretch of days following nights without sleep, another with a teething baby who prefers nips to teething rings, another with a three-year old who is determined to seize control of this household and turn it into a socialist preschooler dictatorship in which all members of the [...]

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The Invisible Boy

January 21, 2009

He wants to be invisible, she tells me. When we’re out he clings to me and turns his face into my side and it’s like he wants the the whole world to look in the other direction, away from him and his weakness and his wheelchair. She sighs. Your sister told me, when they got [...]

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Dear America: Yes, You Can! (Can We Watch?)

January 19, 2009

It’s Martin Luther King Day today. Well, it is if you’re American. I’m Canadian, so it’s just a regular old Monday for me. Which makes me feel just a teensy bit resentful, if you want to know the truth. And it’s only going to get worse tomorrow, when, fresh from the feel-good high of Martin [...]

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Weekend Forecast: Flurries, With A Good Chance Of Poo

January 16, 2009

Hey, baby! Could you look into your little rubber crystal ball and tell us the forecast for the weekend? What’s that? 35% chance of flurries, 78% chance of spit-up, 100% chance of sleeplessness, 123% chance of productive farts?Just as I expected. ******* To everyone who has been leaving their condolences for Maria: thank you. You’re [...]

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Little Beaner, Rest In Peace

January 13, 2009

Hi Catherine, Don’t know if you remember me, but it’s Marie. You helped me with my beautiful baby girl Beaner. I had been wanting to let you know about this, but I know you have your own stuff you are going through and well I didn’t know how to say it… But I just wanted [...]

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The Story’s The Thing

January 13, 2009

Here’s the thing about maintaining a personal blog: one sometimes forgets that one is not simply maintaining a diary – albeit a carefully thought-out diary, one that is edited for style and for grammar – but publishing, virtually, a sort of memoir or collection of essays or some combination of these. One forgets, sometimes, that [...]

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Sunday Morning Music Show: I’m A Lumberjack Edition

January 11, 2009

Urban Forestry from Her Bad Father on Vimeo. And if at first you don’t succeed… Urban Forestry, Part II from Her Bad Mother on Vimeo. (It’s a toy. DUH.) (She likes it because Daddy has one. We have a property with a sizable acreage of forest that we tend under the terms of a forest [...]

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