How often have we heard that phrase, or its two close friends, “you can’t make me,” and “don’t make me (pull over this car)”? Frequently, these statements are overheard paired with a judgmental tsking, “why can’t they just control their children?” Once, I even had a woman behind me in a check-out line tell [...]
Blow my horn
Archie’s going through a hitting phase lately. He’s unsuccessfully attempting to merge his violence and threats with our gentle parenting attempts at providing reasonable choices and limits. Observe:
Archie: I want to watch something when we get home.
Me: We’ve got the TV off during the week. You can play outside with me, or we could go [...]
The next phase for Informatics
There is a nice write-up in the IU Alumni Association magazine about the IU School of Informatics. The article gives a nice historical overview of how the program came to exist and talks about the transition. I think it is important that when the new dean arrives this summer, he is greeted with a stack of position papers from various groups within our Informatics community.
Farm boy
Today Carter’s’ class went to Pedon Farms for a very fun field trip. There were enough parent volunteers that each parent just had two kids to watch- which believe me, was enough in the chaos. We started off with a hayride- here are some snippets of conversation:
Child 1: Will you look at that view? It’s [...]
Keeping uncles straight. . . .
Today we’re driving by Bryan Park.
Carter: Hey! Is that the park where. . . my uncle. . . what’s his name? I can’t believe I forgot his name!
Archie: Uncle Ryan?
Carter: No, Archie, Uncle Ryan isn’t dead. Of course not. He’s just far away.
Archie: I don’t know any dead ones.
Me: Uncle Bruce?
Carter: Yes. That’s [...]
URL there
On Saturday, fresh off of CHI 2007 and the last of my spring semester duties, I took the Caltrain from Mountain View to San Francisco to see Matt and his San Francisco home. Along the way, I made note of all of the URLs I saw in ads, banners and sides of buses. I figured a place like Silicon Valley would have website addresses tattooed on the back of everyone’s neck, but for all the travel I did on foot and train, I only found nineteen. I guess I’m surprised there weren’t more URLs out there in print.
Bath pictures, still missing dad
Things have been crazy this week- a new level of sibling rivalry, new levels of mama fatigue, and lots of daddy missage. We’ve been trying to send pictures daily, but I slacked some, and I don’t want to -a-hem- adjust the date of the post.
Anyway, after lots of you-live-on-the-mulch/island, and I-live-on-the-trampoline/houseboat-we-can-visit-when-firemonsters-attack play, a bath was [...]