In an effort to keep my daughter’s life magical, I lugged half a dog crate to the nearest park today where she transformed it into a sled.
“If I sled good enough, I might travel all the way to Christmas Eve!” — Elaine
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
In an effort to keep my daughter’s life magical, I lugged half a dog crate to the nearest park today where she transformed it into a sled.
“If I sled good enough, I might travel all the way to Christmas Eve!” — Elaine
Ah, the beautiful, discordant sound of Elaine singing Christmas carols with the radio… just not the same ones as the radio.
Apparently, Elaine thinks Santa comes up the stairs on the 1st of December; I found 48 cents and a card for him at the top of the stairwell.
Elaine is watching the end of The Last Unicorn, shouting at the screen, “Save them! Go! Go! Go! Save them, unicorn! Save them!”
My cats may like my ocarina, but my big orange Sheltie hates it. It’s harder to practice with his constant heckling rattling me.
The baby was jealous of my toothbrush so I gave him one. He figured out that if he holds it by the bristle end, he can club things with it.
The baby likes chewing on my desk. I think he’s a termite.
After more than a month of focused reading, Elaine has run out of Calvin and Hobbes. Now I have to figure out something for her to read next…
Shel Silverstein’s books of poetry are working as a stop-gap measure for now.
“Today is Hobbes’ birthday! For one of his presents, we got married! So it’s also our wedding day!” –Elaine
Movies that Elaine says she wants to make: “A Pancake’s Life” and “The Tea Creatures.”