My gale-force windstorm of a daughter! You are twenty-eight months old and supremely indefatigable. You crack me up and you break me down. But, as months of Fluffy-Trouble-based survival go, the past one has brought a slight down-tick in torture, or uptick in ease, if you insist on being an optimistic fuckface about everything. YOU […]Read more "Two Years, Four Months: I LOOK LIKE DARKNESS"
Hello, friends! I’m trying a Thing. I’m going to do a bi-weekly newsletter, called Nihilism for Optimists. Please subscribe to it! It will be updated more often than this blog is, and contain multitudes, just like you. Those multitudes will include but not be limited to: adjudication of pointless debates; way-too-emotional opinions on things that […]Read more "Schu’s New Shoes News!"
My large and extremely in charge daughter, You are two years and three months old. I would say I can’t believe it’s been that long, but I definitely can. Yeah, yeah, like They always say (“They” here being “people who don’t have to put you to bed at night,”), it goes by so fast, and […]Read more "Two Years, Three Months: WORK!!!!!!"
A monthly update in pictures.Read more "2 years, 2 months: a partial list"
My dearest and most eminent little one: For the first time since you were born, I have failed you. Ah haha I’m kidding–I have failed you so, so many times since you were born. I failed you WHILE you were born when I couldn’t push you out like a real woman! I failed you for […]Read more "2 years, 1 month: It’s People"