friday morning, everything's fine, dry, sunny, you know, all that good stuff. we got nothing that could be called flooding here in my neighborhood and never lost power. which means we can save all these funky canned goods for next time...

there is an unusual amount of artificial light in my house because of the boards. we apparently live in the highest part of the city, even though we can see the river from our window: the point is 9 feet above sea level, whereas much of the city is actually below, as much as 6 feet below... regardless, in the morning we may well flee. we'll take the kids, the dog, the photographs, the zines. I think that's all that's really irreplacable.

"I don't attachment parent my children so that they will be behaviorally superior to other children and I don't homeschool so that they will be intellectually superior to other children. I attachment parent because I want my children to feel completely loved and respected, and I homeschool so that my children will be free from institutionalized living for as long as humanly possible. Period. End of story."
drublood

yeah, uhhh, not really, but this is what happens when I pretend not to know the "right" answers and just answer as myself. scary.

Which John Cusack Are You?

Nash's mohawk is getting cuter - he got a shave last night and let us spike it up. I regret that I have no digital camera with which to share the moment.

I am sick: sore throat, swollen glands. it's a tv day. last night, I watched Bringing Up Baby on AMC and had this flashback to May of '94, when I had just moved in to the house on 2nd Ave and was in bed with the flu, watching Bringing Up Baby. good times... or something.
hey, Steve's on blues clues today! something to live for!

nash sez:

"I'm NEVER gonna say please again, because I'm a tough guy and zack told me tough guys never have to say please and so I'm not!"

gee, thanks a lot, zack...

Liam likes to attempt to dress the dog. He has also switched over from calling me by name to shrieking out "Maaaaaawwwmeeeeeee!" just like every other three year old at the park. He is obsessed with Peelu gum. He imitates some unknown person who apparently made a big impression on him by saying, "now what're you doin leetle bo-wah (boy)?"
He is all clown all the time.

Nash's new thing is wearing clothes that are entirely too small for him and, in fact, belong to his brother. Oh to have a digital camera at this moment! He seems to think that belly shirts and pedal pushers are required wearing for superheroes.
Also, his new key phrases: "the matter of the fact" and "much to my surprise"...

a bedtime vignette:

"Nash, do you love me?"
"sure, Liam. I'm right here, and don't worry, because I'll never die."
"Okay. I'm not going to never die either."

(pause)

"actually, Liam, everybody is going to die, but only after they get too old."
"Okay."

(longer pause)

"hey Liam, remember my idea?"
"yeah!"
"tomorrow we'll start our own band. You be the tap dancer and I'll be the rock and roller!"