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Oh, but how I wish I meant the Ella Fitzgerald kind.
Nooooo, no. Alas, it is the lesser kind to which I refer today. The kind that stars in every – okay, not every, but nearly every story and joke uttered of late by the lil’ monkey.
See, last week the scatological dam […]

In keeping with the breezy, content-lite nature of this week’s late summer fare, I offer a handful of beach pics and the reminder that poo still dominates the imagination of the eldest child.
The beloved took the picture above, studiously not looking through the camera viewfinder. I had to stay back and work that day, […]

Let me count the ways.

‘Cause Baba does have a thing about schmutz on the fingers. Only the true love of a bairn would get me this be-schmutzed. Dirt, of course, is another thing entirely and more than welcome. (My thanks to Elizabeth Barrett Browning for the loaner.)

We spent a week with the beloved’s dear friend and her kids, all at this friend’s parents’ place in Carmel-By-The-Sea (yes, it’s everything you’d expect from a town with so many hyphens in its name). The kiddles spent most of the time romping around the house, the garden, or the beach (or watching those […]

Lawn pixies, Carmel, CA.

Waiting for Godot Mama.
Given the number of rehearsals she’s seen with kids singing and dancing to beat the band, it will basically be a miracle if we manage to keep her off the stage. Mama, after all, is Artistic Director of a local youth music theater company. Ergo, reasons the lil’ […]

When she’s all grown up, will she remember the Music Together class, where the sweet guy leading it has accomodatingly woven in “Hello, to the Babas,” after he’s sung “Hello, to the Mamas” and “Hello, to the Daddies”? I hope so.
What if instead she remembers the didgeridoo at the Farmer’s Market?
And if […]