2012: Mar 2

The Boy, The Mr. and the car were off for the day at a chess tournament. And left to our own lunchtime devices, Bear and I came up with a haphazard array of pantry and refrigerator dregs. It was a lot like an amply stocked Lunchable, with a healthy portion of produce on the side.

2012: Feb 29

Having all those hexagons to piece together, a project sure to take the rest of my foreseeable crafty moments, means I've got no incentive to start any new projects. Except, of course, for that nagging feeling that I really need to see something to completion...

2012: Feb 28

Bear's relocation from the toddler room to the preschool room at her school evidently necessitated a revisiting of her emergency kit. Goodbye diapers and wipes. Hello better fitting clothes.

2012: Feb 27

The Boy came home from school today with a month's worth of construction paper-based projects, some of a more cryptic nature than others. Judging from these materials, their topics ranged from winter artifacts to an abstract study of positive and negative space.

2012: Feb 25

Having extracted the once fertile plant pod, I was hoping to pop in a little brain-sized felt ball. Coming up empty, I substituted a ball of fuzz instead.

2012: Feb 23

The latest issue of my favorite magazine arrived in a manila envelope warning of dated content, looking very much like a prospectus for some investment opportunity. I really can't oversell this publication. That is, if you're not averse to the idea of eating or looking at pictures of animal flesh, and don't mind your food writing punctuated by lots of profanity and references to genitalia.

2012: Feb 21

In the waning hours at work tonight I decided to take on a great email upheaval that has carried over into the post-work hours. I tend to get a tad testy when it comes to computers being less than completely cooperative, a trait that can be a bit of a liability considering that my workdays are filled with computers being less than completely cooperative. And so I've taken a few steps back from the screen so that The Mr. might resolve some computer strife for me.