i’m really disappointed to discover that three weeks of healthy eating and exercise doesn’t make up for three years of decadence.

the prize was delivered and the captain accepts the debt as paid, so as promised here is the result of my first ever attempt at origami.

i heard recently that donald trump fired someone from his show the apprentice because they claimed their family was white trash.

given that half my family could get together, pool all their resources and still not qualify as white trash (never mind the number of times they’d have to call the police to intervene in their disputes) i don’t guess i’ll be invited on to the apprentice any time soon.

we’re trying to discourage ethan from saying he hates nouns (people, places & things).

but about two weeks ago logan floated some logs in the bath and we all agreed it was o.k. to hate poop in your bath.

so now every time ethan hates something he checks himself and instead of cracking out ‘i hate vegetables’ we get ‘i hate poop in my bath’.

from the captain:

no preview pics eh… i know you have pictures, but you’re holding
out until i get this beast

he was right, there are of course pictures. and if the captain receives his origami trophy over the weekend, as is expected, i’ll be sharing them here on monday…

all the toddlers gathered in the center of the room with their parents surrounding them and began the orchestrated dance they had been planning for weeks. each child did more or less the same steps but was moving to a rhythm that only they could hear.

as the parents smiled and cheered, away from everyone else in the corner was a lone child dancing on top of a table. not dancing steps learned in class but the jumping and stomping more often observed in tantrums.

that sole child was of course ethan.

about two weeks ago natalie took a cabinet lock off the cabinet in our kitchen where we keep the garbage. you wouldn’t believe how much this minor adjustment in my daily routine has me looking at the two small humans in my care like they may one day grow up to be humans after all…

ethan got a birdhouse on his third birthday and its made of slave of me. i’m certain i now spend more time refilling it every day than i do thinking of my next idea to post…

karen manardo submitted the following quote to newsweek’s perspectives after she and her husband opened a misaddressed package:

my husband started to unwrap one and said, ‘this is strange, it looks like a liver.’ he started the second one, but stopped as soon as we saw the ear.

stopped as soon as they saw the ear? i guess i experience curiosity a bit differently from other people…

i’m giving basketball a shot because its the only sport going here but the incessant time outs and fouling at the end of a close game kills any enthusiasm i’ve had build up during the first thirty-eight minutes.

shouldn’t the folks hanging around the office coffee maker most often also be the folks tearing through the office most rapidly?

i didn’t know j.k. rowling had attended a reunion of my mother’s family

…dementors sense and feed on the positive emotions of human beings to survive, forcing them to relive their worst memories. the very presence of a dementor makes the victim’s surrounding atmosphere grow cold and dark, with increasing effects as the number of dementors rise. those kept in the company of a dementor for too long become depressed, and are often driven insane…