Picture taken by co-pilot, of course. I’m not, like, Britney Spears-negligent.
This gets filed in the growing parental category, Prices Willing To Be Paid For a Wee Respite. Here, a Post-It window installation. Some months back, body art.

Sending a message, there, from the floor of Ikea, as we approached hour two. “I’m taking a nap,” she announced.
[In other news: The day ordinarily celebrated by others as Columbus Day is celebrated in my town as Indigenous People's Day (city holiday; amnesty on the parking meters; annual Pow Wow downtown, etc.). [...]

Katherine Ellison, exceedingly intelligent author of The Mommy Brain, keeps a blog, which I’ve begun to peruse lately, since I’ve discovered we’ll be reading together at an event in another week or so (yipes!). She recently highlighted a piece in The Economist, which itself was discussing a study published in Nature Neuroscience. The [...]

[Um, and no, that's not me pictured above, not even a youthful me X years ago. Of the many "two kinds of people in this world," there are those who would consider jumping over a hurdle, and those who would say Aw hell and scramble underneath it. Count me in the latter camp.]
Yesterday [...]

Of course I saw nothing wrong with this look. Sure, mobility was hampered when the pants pretty much slid down clean over the diaper, all hippity-hoppity. God love her, she took to the side-to-side waddle without skipping a beat. I just have to teach her how to hike the pants up from [...]