Food. Family. Fun.
At least, that seems to be her take on it. Me, I love sleep. I’m well aware that I don’t get enough, and would love to get more. But Baguette resists bedtime, and does everything she can to avoid napping…. Read moreBaguette Thinks Sleep Is For the Weak
I hope all of you had a very Merry Christmas–unless you don’t celebrate it, in which case I hope you had a very nice day. We can all use nice days. When I was a child (and a teen, and… Read moreHoliday Traditions: Roundup
“It’s got wheels!” It’s an actual sentence, as opposed to a phrase that appeared about the same time: “Silly Daddy.” Mr. Sandwich points out that I have already blogged about this subject. Harumph. Silly Daddy.
We were going to teach her, but she beat us to it.
That was one of Baguette’s first phrases. So what has she learned to do lately? Eat with a fork. Feed Mommy with a fork. Wipe her nose and/or mouth with a Kleenex and throw the used Kleenex in the trash…. Read more“I Did It!”
Seriously, that’s what Baguette kept saying yesterday as I was using the stand mixer: “No, Mommy!” I tried to explain that I was making shortbread, which she loves, but I continued to get “No, Mommy!” in response. Apparently the only… Read moreElectronics: Yes. Machinery: No.
First, just don’t do it. We just got back from a Thanksgiving visit to family in San Jose, and it was wonderful to see all of them. But the process of getting there and back again was truly exhausting. Here… Read moreTraveling with Toddlers
The San Fernando Valley is home to The Farm, a ramshackle but delightful animal rescue site that doubles as a petting zoo. It’s home to horses, cows, sheep, emus, alpacas, pigs, a variety of poultry, and an astonishing number of… Read moreDown on The Farm
Baguette has been waking up hungry. And screaming. And not really waking up, so we kind of have to guess what the problem is–but it always winds up being that she’s hungry. I don’t like giving her milk in the… Read moreIn the Wee Small Hours of the Morning
Wicket couldn’t care less about the Roomba. The first time we ran it after she came home, we wondered how she’d react–run away, or ride it like a cat? The answer: neither. From her perch on the couch, she looked… Read moreBaguette Fears Nothing. Except the Roomba.