blogging about bloggingPosts have been light, dumb, and sprinkled with baby photos. I expect this will be the state of things, for a while. Currently our young lady is so excited by her discovery of "the standing" that she wants to practice 24/7; we wake to the sound of standing-up-grunting, followed quickly by get-me-out-of-this-thing-screaming, and find her holding the bars of the crib like a prisoner. Tiny face looking over the top, like, "what are you people doing to me?" This happens at, like, midnight, 2:00 a.m., 3:30 a.m., 5:45 a.m., 6:15 a.m., and on into daylight. She wants The Freedom. She wants to walk the earth, like Caine from Kung Fu. Her parents are therefore more dumberer, and less productive. This is physics.
As a consolation, like a warm cookie on your pillow, here's a new post of mine at Cliopatria.