Brian Gordon...redefining the reasons we sometimes want to flip our kids off! Note: all images are sourced from the book Fowl Language: Winging It: The Art of Imperfect Parenting by Brian Gordon.
Fowl Language Redux
Antsy Pantsy
Some people have trouble being cooped up. Even if it isn't in a tiny space and even if they don't suffer from claustrophobia. Take my kid for example...sitting still is a challenge. He'd rather be running his mouth and legs off all at once and flit between shadowing bowling, getting jiggy with it and talking... Continue Reading →
Why Kids Should Come With Disclaimers
It's a longish title I admit but sometimes you have such a doozy of a week that you just need to get it out of your system and can't be bothered by the aesthetics of formatting or "optimum" title lengths. Apparently blogging tip#1 is that one needs to keep the title 'short and punchy' to... Continue Reading →
Saturday Morning Conversations
I crashed by myself last night...was listening to music, sorting out playlists...everything you need head space for and which can't always be done effectively with someone staring at you with googly eyes and asking, "what are you doing?" for the millionth time. I avoided weird bedtime conversations but couldn't avoid them during the next morning... Continue Reading →
Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
My kid thinks I'm blind AND dumb. If he didn't, why on earth would he cut off a clump of hair that he couldn't untangle instead of bringing it to his mother who's so damn handy with a comb and also when we have a detangler spray handy as well? My face is going to... Continue Reading →
Retroblogging
I occasionally got back and read stuff I'd blogged about earlier. Sometimes I can see an evolution in the style of writing and at other times it seems either pedantic or boring. But this one is relevant even today, hence the repost. It was written 8.5 years ago on a day when I seemed to... Continue Reading →
Waiter..There’s A Fly In My Soup
Well...there may have been a fly and there may have been a waiter and there definitely may be some soup somewhere in this universe. But this morning it was just me and TO, sitting at the dinning table while it was still a bit dark out. He was all agog about going to his cricket... Continue Reading →
Myopically Yours
I have myopia. I inherited from both my parents. I helped it along but for the most part, it's their fault. I also have TO..that's all Red's fault. And I'll tell you why...not why it's Red's fault; that's Biology 101 and I have no desire to relive it. But when my myopia and my child's... Continue Reading →
The Housewife Chronicles
Note: The author knows that women put up with the vagaries of the hoomans they live with whether they are working inside the home or outside of it but it does seem a little tougher to escape said hoomans when you're chiefly inside the home. You either have to buy a ticket to the tropics (minus... Continue Reading →
Conversations On A Monday Monday
I live with two people who want me in their space but refuse to let me breathe the way I want to. I like the windows open with loads of fresh air coming in. TO wants the inside of a freezer all around him and greedily watches the AC to see when it'll be turned... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 