Monthly Archives: November 2013

The Fish Arms

Now that our son can walk, he selectively decides when he wants to be picked up. Usually, as far as I can tell, the decision tree goes something like this: Is Mom/Dad carrying something heavy? (Pick me up!) Is Mom/Dad on her/his way to do something important, like go to the bathroom? (Pick me up!) […]

On Being a Creeper

My son is a creeper. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a cute little guy and a lot of fun to hang around with. But…he’s definitely a creeper. And somehow, all that gosh-darned cuteness allows him to get away with it. Tonight, for instance, we were out for dinner. Mid-way through eating one of the complimentary […]