Exploitation of One’s Offspring for Entertainment Purposes: See below




Miles V 2.0 Back by Popular Demand

The improved happy-baby-who-doesn’t-scream-before-naptime has been back for about a week.

And there was much rejoicing.



My friend Lisabeth

During elementary/junior high school, I lived in Erie, PA (whose residents, by the way, would stand with mouth agape if they could see the teeny tiny amount of snow that has halted life in Our Little city tonight).  I was part of a band of cronies that were of the quintessential, formative-year friendship types and of whom I have many a fond memory.

One of these friends was a girl named Lisabeth, with whom I have recently begun to correspond again thanks to the interwebs. Thanks, Interwebs!  One thing about Lisabeth was (and is) that she was (and is) smart. Real smart. I mean, she understood science-type things with one eye tied behind her back.  Secretly, I was (and am) jealous of Lisa’s brains. How come she could be so smart, huh? I was supposed to be smart but she always one-upped me.  I always wanted to do better than her even though she never knew it and even though I never could. But, because of her smartness and because of my jealousy of her smartness, she was the impetus for me to secretly compete with her for good grades. And so, I owe many of my good grades in junior high to her.

Thanks, Lisabeth!  😀

Mommy’s new toy

8141511 Angle

Woohoo!  I’ve always wanted a camera that has a lens you can focus!  Woohoo!  Let the picture-taking begin! Or, er, rather continue. At a hopped-up pace. Oh, dear.


Sometimes, Miles goes to 11.

It’s the Principal of the thing

I remember having a conversation last year with my mom about how I was of the opinion that people overspent on their children and that I would not be that way. And while I am still of the opinion that, for example, no child of mine really needs clothing bought from anywhere other than the consignment shop or Goodwill until he/she is AT LEAST 16, I have to admit to today’s following expenditures for my young offspring:

$15 for a bottle of chemical-free lotion

$9 for a tube of all-natural, chemical-free sunblock

Yes. It’s absurd.  I would never pay those prices for MYSELF.

So how is it that a 2 foot tall ,17 lb bow-legged weakling who drools, sucks his thumb and wears rubber pants can cause me to shamelessly abandon all the principals that once defined me and the parsimonious lifestyle that I hold so dear?

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