Monthly Archives: July 2009

Yesterday was not the first time that I’ve been grateful to have a cooking husband, but it might be one of the best.  His cousins stopped by on their way back home (Manitoba to Nova Scotia with three girls under … Continue reading →

Sydney and I have noticed that, despite our being a bass and alto, respectively, Katherine only seems to care for our highest, squeakiest ranges.  I thought I would be singing slow, low lullabies to my babe, but she apparently had … Continue reading →

Now I understand the parents of newborns who run from their houses and beg people to keep it down because their infant is finally sleeping.  Katherine, bless her, is a good sleeper, but I’ve been struggling to find time to … Continue reading →

Today we picked 25 pounds of blueberries, 20 of which went in the freezer this afternoon.  We look forward to using the other five pounds for a dinner with friends tomorrow and for fresh eating every time we think about … Continue reading →

Here‘s a curious piece about the happy relationship between Hitler and the US advertising industry. Sydney

“You’re definitely cuter than I am.  You get to walk into the library.” “Not a chance.  I’m soaked in sweat and so un-cute I disgust myself.” “I don’t think athletic pants are decent enough to wear on a ball field,  … Continue reading →

Yesterday I took the time to return my dishcloths to their original white color, and I wondered what had happened to alter them so drastically in the first place.  Today I absentmindedly wiped the counter with my newly-white cloth and … Continue reading →

In the past few days several media sources have reported the findings of some major studies that show cell phone use is a major cause of accidents on the road.  “Research shows that motorists talking on a phone are four … Continue reading →

Katherine is growing.  In particular, her lungs are getting quite powerful.  Sydney describes one of her cries as a foghorn.  I call it bellowing. I see we’re going to develop a rich vocabulary of “Katherine cries” by the time she’s … Continue reading →