Saturday, December 12, 2015
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Two days ago Anisa "read" a book for the first time by narrating the pictures in it. Until now, she has been using giberish to pretend-read. She also pretended to read in Czech for the first time using the rhythm of the poems in the book she was "reading."
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Last night I was chased by a slow, lethargic, sweaty rhino, thinking I should probably be very afraid. My man took no chances, and to save me, shot the animal. Our community claimed he had killed the last rhino on Earth, and for that we were going to be excommunicated. A strangely vivid, mysterious dream.
Monday, July 27, 2015
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
It was a warm day, and he had a long way to go. He hadn't gone more than half-way when a sort of funny feeling began to creep all over him. It began at the tip of his nose and trickled all through him and out at the soles of his feet. It was just as if somebody inside him were saying, "Now then, Pooh, time for a little something."
Anisa has started to occasionally ask for something. When she says, "Mom, I want something, pleeeeease," or, "Mama, can I have something?" she scans the kitchen counter and the top of the fridge in case she sees a snack she wants up there. By something she really means a treat. Hello, Nisa-the-Pooh?
"What about a mouthful of something?"
Pooh always liked a little something at eleven o'clock in the morning.
- from Winnie-the-Pooh by A. A. Milne
My baby is slick! I took him shopping with me and loaded the cart all around his carseat, which I placed in the middle, with groceries. When we got home, I found a triangle of brie cheese tucked under his blanket in his seat. We apparently snuck that one out of the store. Good one, son. Good one.