Quiz

Q: What do you call the buttons on those floor cushions?

A: Pillow nipples, according to my 20-month-old.

I will never look at home décor the same way again.

Fall's Here!

Finally, I get to pull out the baby leg warmers again and dress my child like... well, if not the village idiot, the village eccentric. Yippee! That look of forbearance will be on my face in a year or two when she insists on one blue sock and one orange, and I have to start choosing my battles to avoid losing my sanity. So until then: bring on the pointless but darling cold-weather baby accessories! Yippee!

This About Sums It Up

I love this image, discovered on a t-shirt at http://www.threadless.com/.

The question exemplified by this image drives my research and much of my thought about the development of self within a social context: Why do we aim to be something other than what/who we are? And something fictional, no less--like, for instance, the "ideal" female body, which is essentially a freakish chimera formed of cantaloupe breasts grafted onto a 10-year-old boy's lithe, hipless frame.

In short, why can't rhinos just be rhinos?