My sister gave Isabella a couple of very cute finger puppets for Christmas, a hedgehog and an ostrich. At first Bella would have nothing to do with the ostrich chick, though she loved the hedgehog. Now she’s pulled the ostrich out of the toy...
Odd that the first three books I’ve completed in 2007 have been speculative fiction of the distopian persuasion. I hope it isn’t an omen of things to come. When we were in Texas, I read Dies the Fire and The Protector’s War by S. M...
Yesterday Isabella managed to pull herself up to stand at the coffee table in the living room. I tried to get a picture; but she’d fallen before I could get the camera out. Today I woke up feeling rotten, stuffy nose, sore throat, achy body...
In this multi-part essay John C. Wright addresses the meaty question that’s been making the rounds of certain online discussion forums of whether genre books (especially speculative fiction) can be great books. Here are some excerpts that, I...
Sometimes you read a book review that not only makes you want to go out and get the book, it also just makes you want to cheer because you’ve found another kindred soul, in this case the book is The Barefoot Book of Classic Poems, the reviewer...
Even though we are once again in ordinary time, I had to share with my faithful readers a pertinent selection of quotes that I just discovered over at the Irish Elk blog: What has happened to me has been the very reverse of what appears to be the...
In my post about our trip, I meant to say something about how pleasant the airplane part of our journey was. On the way down the plane was packed, of course. But even so we had a good flight. There were a bunch of babies on the flight, I guess other...
This morning Bella pulled herself to a standing position in her crib. I put her in there standing up when I went to get dressed/start breakfast. I peeked in a few minutes later and she’d fallen down and was playing quietly in a sitting...
While we were in Texas and trying to get used to the time change, I decided that while we were off schedule anyway I could perform some experiments without fear of messing things up. After all, they couldn’t get much more messed up. So one...
Well, Bella must have been as happy as I was to sleep in her own bed again. She woke up once last night, at 11, and then slept through. I woke, amazed, at 7:45 and as I brushed my teeth I heard her chatting to herself in her crib. Ah blissful sleep...
