Glo-oooooo-oooooo-oooooo-ria, Hosanna in excelsis!
[Yep, that's what you think it is. (For further elucidation, pls. refer to "Euphemisms for urinate" on this dandy page.) She did it of her own volition, positively flying to the bathroom with the banner headline trailing out of her mouth "I have to pee I have to pee I [...]

It is time now to speak of the COW which our girlie had a week or two back. It was a full-blown, veins popping out of her neck, two-tone heterodyne scream-filled, wee fists wailing on inanimate objects, spittle coming out with bursts of speech, fifteen-minute-long COW. A COW of such [...]

(Tomorrow, the world.)
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Let’s call this the “before” picture: bucolic bibliophillia at the local library.
And this would make a suitable “after” picure, if only I were capable of overcoming the strong disinclination to photograph my kids when they are in the midst of feeling big feelings. And by big I mean BIG. I mean, I [...]

(Or Giacometti? What is it with kids and Giacometti?)
The lil’ monkey was having her way with the white board the other morning.

She made what she called a picture of “the whole family.” Her little bro is the red one with the curly hair. Mama’s in the middle. Her [...]

And now, a long overdue follow-up to the previously hinted at Baberly indiscretion.
I would like to blame The Menopause, but in truth I can only blame myself. What follows is an object lesson in what can go wrong when one has not prepared one’s Profanity Game Plan far enough in advance. The experienced [...]

The lil’ monkey, here disguised as a dragon, faces the audience and judges at the neighborhood Halloween Block Party costume contest. Second only to the jumpy house, which I have said before gives me more heebie-jeebies than a flock of middle school kids in Freddie Krueger masks, the costume contest is the highlight of [...]

(Or, Monkey develops what my sister affectionately calls “Husband Hearing”)
Baba: Okay, sweetie, it’ time to get ready for bed!
Monkey (in a petulant tone): Nnnnnnnnnnnno!
Baba: Now why would you be cranky like that? When I’m being all gracious and civilized.
Monkey: My feeling is that I don’t hear so well.
Baba: Oh really?
Monkey: Yeah. Like my [...]