it was all downhill from there
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Squawk likes Ai Weiwei's "Dropping a Han Dynasty Urn" but she wants to know why he used only black and grey and white Lego pieces. Her first lesson that art lies in (and relies on) restraint.
Category: clan life
2016-02-14 10:03
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Ani's practicing her gargoyle on me
i really do spend an inordinate amount of time counting
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Squawk doesn't quite get Hide & Seek. Usually, she hides in the same spot used in the last round. If she does come up with her own, it's the cat tunnel. Where's Squawk…? Oh, she's behind the door. Where's Squawk…? Oh, she's behind the door. Where's Squawk…? Oh, she's in the cat tunnel. It gets […]
toddlers and writing and making it work
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I normally* get up at 5:30am so I can get 1-1.5 hours to myself purely for writing. *It invariably doesn't work out at all. Squawk will wake at the same time and set up such a hollering that no writing gets done; or she'll have woken up so many times overnight I'll sleep through my […]
wild cat
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family in chalk
Posted onTonight's quiet play before bed involved some drawing on the new easel Squawk received for her birthday. After the usual gamut of flowers and monsters (and the truly baffling instruction to "draw blue! using green!"), Squawk asked me to draw a picture of her: Then she wanted a picture of Dad: So then she drew […]
it wasn't even that hot
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"I broke it. 'cos that's why."
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it's the one book neither of us ever dare skip a page
Posted onOne book before a nap (more correctly, these days, enforced alone time) and two books before bed. Plus whatever we happen to decide to read together throughout the span of any given day. Lately, I read out loud a lot, is what I'm saying. Inevitably I'll end up reading Squawk something I don't much enjoy. […]
in which ideas aren't special snowflakes unique to me and that's even more awesome than if they were
Posted onToday, spurred by a last-minute reminder and possessed of an odd amount of energy for a Saturday morning, I packed Squawk on to the train and we trotted into town to catch Shaun Tan's "The Singing Bones" at the No-Vacancy gallery. I very nearly didn't go: Squawk is tired and cranky on Saturdays, which meant […]