My grandfather turned 90. At the party, Elsie took time out from celebrating to have a wee read.
What does Daddy do? A scientist. What does Mommy do? A pig. Pardon? Mommy’s a pig? A pig! A pig! A pig! Okay, no more questions.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
I thought we could all stand to look at something a little brighter, cheerier, sparkly even…than TumourTwin today. This little girl rocked the inaugural hair cutting experience.
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Wednesday, August 11, 2010
My little Elsie all tears this morning. Every little thing setting her off. And me trying with all my might to be patient even as she refuses to comply. For example, adorning the little girl’s body in one of her many pretty dresses, purchased for…many a pretty penny in a fantasy time when the mother [...]
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Elsie is really busy these days…confiscating my possessions with the word “MINE!”, crank calling all the nice people in my contacts list and turning over her juice with a lily-white (thank you, thesaurus, that just about sums it up) “UPSEE DAISY!” We call her imp girl. I think my mother might have coined the phrase. [...]
“Sometimes I feel like crazy people live here,” says my sister looking at the whiteboard in the kitchen. Currently it reads: A GO train in the sky A bird you go into “Yeah, those are Simon’s and my descriptions of plane travel. Hardly crazy. Just another Elsie-teaching moment, sister. Don’t all good parents scribble teaching [...]
And this would be the nameless thing on wheels. Part car, part truck, part ugly monster. Today I came home and it was in the corner of the garage. I promptly pulled it out to get some air.
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A precious Victoria day. I can take or leave the Victoria part…and couldn’t even muster the energy to read the entire Wikipedia page on the history of the holiday…but time with family is certainly precious. So thank you Queen Victoria for whatever you did for Canada. (I can say ignorant things about Canada’s history because [...]
I was momentarily considering taking a job that would require writing five “newsflashes” every day for a blog at an inordinately low price. My husband talked me out of such madness, suggesting perhaps I didn’t need more things to distract me from the play I’m trying to write—let alone the fragmented brain required to come [...]
The last couple of nights my dreams have been incredibly vivid, and frankly I’m annoyed. Usually I sleep like a baby. Not my baby. But someone’s baby. So the night before last, a group of us was being hunted. We found ourselves in an apartment waiting for the killers. I think I might have slipped [...]
