Every Day When I Get Home From Our Morning Walk, I Carry Muddy-Pawed Luna Up The Stairs Facing Out From Me Like She’s In An Invisible Baby Bjorn, All Of Her Belly And Legs Sticking Out, And I Always Pause For Several Seconds By The Bathroom Mirror, Wondering If She Will Ever Acknowledge That… Read more: Minneapolis Zapier Retreat Write up

Sometimes Rose sounds like the cutest bad impression of Captain Kirk. At the dinner table tonight, she was describing that some rotten child had punched her – area of the body unclear/not remembered by me – and then ran off laughing. Hold on, I have to put an appointment in my calendar. Wednesday 7:30am:… Read more: So Small And Humble You Won’t Confuse Them – With Mountains

I’ve been making pancakes every Sunday for what feels like 8 years, but is really more like 1. I found a recipe that I like and that’s the only one that I make, every time. I look forward to it every week, mainly so I can sing, to the tune of It’s Just Another… Read more: Were You Aware That Prince Wrote It’s Just Another Manic Monday And Also That Children Will Ask You Questions That You Can’t Determine How Best To Answer And Also I Think Walnuts Belong In Cookies

November 4 It is continually strange to realise that there was a time that I didn’t know things. I couldn’t read, write, swim, walk, type, carry things from one room to another without the contents spilling everywhere. There was a time that I didn’t understand that there and they’re and their and therr and therrr… Read more: It’s 11:30 On A Saturday Night And While The Young People And Childless Are Frolicking I Am Blogging

The English do not understand Halloween deep in their bones like Americans do. I walked through all the grocery stores – where are the bags filled with 700 fun size candy bars? They are nowhere. How don’t the English understand that the best way to commemorate a night that evolved from the Celtic belief… Read more: Jason Writes Most Days In November In His Blog Instead of Trying The Impossible Task of Writing A Novel In A Month: November 3

November 1: lasdlkjfdslkj fdslkj asdlkj sdlkjasd jlsfdlkjasdldfalafsj fslkj slkj sdf There we go, that’s Day 1, in the books. I wrote something. I mashed the keyboard. Okay fine I’ll write some actual human language. Let’s start with this: there’s a dog crate in the corner of the living room.  It’s about 4 feet tall… Read more: Jason Writes Every Day In November In His Blog Instead of Trying The Impossible Task of Writing A Novel In A Month: November 1

How many friendships have been lost due to karting? How many have been irrevocably altered? Karting is a menace to relationships – a fast-paced, exhilarating, excellent menace that I want to do over and over again until the wheels completely dissolve into the tarmac. I went a’karting at TeamSport Warrington a couple months ago.… Read more: I Took The Road Less Karted By

A couple days ago, I opened the fridge. Cool story right? WAIT, it gets even BETTER. I was looking for food. I can’t tell you how often I open the fridge, hoping to find food in there that I know is not there and has no chance of being there. Food like pumpkin pie,… Read more: The lesson is, pay better attention to holes

lksvlnsdvklnaslaskladslkaslfssfssasfssfssdfssfassfs That was me mashing the keyboard. It helps to do that sometimes. Or maybe it’s a secret cypher that I just made up. You have no idea. Weather report: It rained in the beginning of the week. Then it was really warm. Then it wasn’t as warm. There was a lot of sun.… Read more: For all you know, I solved Kryptos

Did I successfully change this theme? I sure did. I’m typing in a font called Lako. Did you know that Lako rhymes with Mako, as in Mako shark? I don’t know if that’s true. What I’m trying to say is – this blog? It’s full of lies. This is a post I’m making so… Read more: Look, all I wanna know is

This Saturday, Sara and I discovered a dairy-based crime and had to take parental action. The children were out of the house, which can only mean one thing: Non. Stop. Cleaning. Mere minutes into our hardcore tidy up, we made a shocking discovery: poorly hidden underneath a bean bag chair was an entire block… Read more: Abandon all hope, ye 3-year old thieves

Ethan has blossomed into a 21 month old. He has most of his teeth. He has contracted and defeated chicken pox with the cutest immune system. (‘Who’s got widdle white blood cells! You do!  Who has the cutest little antibodies to protect you from a future occurrence?! YOU DO!’) His hair is lush and grows faster… Read more: A hunger in the weeds

One of the most vital skills to master as a parent is the Holding Baby, Active Arm pose. This is where the child is held against you with one increasingly lactic-acid-laden arm, leaving the other arm free for action. Ethan, regardless of the level of babyproofing here at the in-laws house, will find a… Read more: I was just showing Ethan how the Greeks do it

Ethan does not talk yet. He does, however, babble constantly and with great animation. I have maintained for some time now that he speaks fluent Baby but we are not evolved enough to understand.   Baby – or as we pronounce it, Bebe – sounds like English, Hebrew and Arabic are duking it out… Read more: When Dolphins Sleep, It’s Only With Half Their Brain

There are things that I expect to happen at 4:45 in the morning. I expect that I will be awake, my body instinctively knowing that my alarm is about to go off in 20 minutes, so what’s the point of falling asleep? Could something be happening on Twitter or on my email at that very… Read more: Theeeeeeeeeeeese fooolish gaaaaaaaaames