The Tale of the Light Thief

Last week, Logan was looking up at the side of the refrigerator and noticed an orange and black object. He pointed at it and said “Daddy-O,” which means he wanted to see it. (He has recently started calling us Daddy-O and Mommy-O.) I took it down and gave it to him. It was an emergency…


113 Minutes Last Thursday Morning

AUTHORS NOTE: I have nearly 30 drafts, of varying degrees of quality and completeness, of posts I’ve never published. I uncovered this one a few minutes ago and was pondering the difference between the guy who wrote this and the guy who is about to publish it. Logan turns 2 next week, but this was…


Headaches, Narrators, and Circuit Boards

I had a headache yesterday, the kind that hangs out in the back of your head and hurts just enough to be annoying until you turn you head at just the right angle and then it starts singing you the ancient Song of Pain that has been passed down from generation to generation, headache to…


Uh Oh, It’s Magic

For as long as I can remember I have heard people talking about how kids start to mature and develop as they age, they get these little personalities, and they do things that are just unequivocally them. For the past week or two, our boy, who is going on 20 months, has started to exhibit…


The Formula Scoop of Sadness

I’ve been on a cleaning and organizing binge lately. The closet in the living room? It’s clean and useful again, instead of a mass of random shit that got shoved in there. My bedroom closet? Even better, so much more room. The 2 plastic tubs (one large, one small) of Logan’s stuff we kept on…