Fake Samuel

I stumbled across this find when it was given to me as a gift by my Aunt Bunny. She apparently is a voracious reader and found this in her quest for literature. It opens with a small child inviting a rodent into their house, feeding it and giving it shelter, while letting it run amuck, ruining this child's life. The problem with this book is that its not based in reality. A quote from the book: "If you give a mouse a cookie...he's going to ask for a glass of milk" "When you give him the milk...." And there's the problem - "when". That assumes I'm going to give him milk. If I give a mouse a cookie I'm trying to lure him somewhere so that I can capture him. If he asks me for a glass of milk, I've been way to slow with my approach. Forget about sharing any of my milk with him. And thats another thing - why in the world would I share a cookie with this rodent when he would be just as happy with a bread crumb or a small amount o...

I am cooler than you.

I just to take this moment to congratulate the Broge girls on their recent accomplishments. I was a bit behind on their folks' blog and just caught up today. It looks like they've taken some of my advice. Now don't get me wrong- when we visited a few weeks back it was obvious that these girls knew what they're doing. The pitch of their cry, the occasional pouty face, the mealtime fussiness - all perfect. This kind of stuff is innate. I have nothing to teach them there. While we were there in St. Louis, I took the opportunity to speak with them in a collaborative way - really learning from them as I imparted some of the things I've learned these past couple years. We all came away from the meeting with a greater understanding of just what we can accomplish if we make a concerted effort. Anyway, just wanna throw out some props to EJ and MP for implementing some of the ideas they've been thinking about for the past few months. I'd like to think I h...

Look. I don't know if you noticed, but the brother is mobile and he's sort of a handful. And the folks can't handle him. So it's up to me. I'm all "no aaron" and distracting him with toys and keeping away from the stairwell. It's an all day job. You stop to post on the blog and all of the sudden he's heading for the fireplace. Or the bathroom. Or the oven is turned on. Or he's playing with the mower. I'm telling you he's fast. It's a good thing he sleeps exactly when I do, so The Folks don't have to entertain him while I'm napping. I don't think the Folks could handle it.