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Fairy Doors Redux: Evil Undead Edition

October 16, 2011 · 0 comments

I have a good friend who’s locally famous (internationally, if you count the blog) for his fairy doors.

And I have a five-year old obsessed with the macabre and roadkill and skeletons, especially around Halloween.

So when I try to get my five-year old to change her ways by showing her pictures of my friend’s sweet and mysterious fairy doors, what do I get?

Of course: the Fairy Graveyard.

The red splotches, I’m told, are blood. (Did I mention she’s five?)

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Poop and the San Francisco Unified School District

August 3, 2011

It’s astonishing how quickly I’ve come to define parenting in terms of things I’ve missed. Like: my kids have never pooped in the bathtub. Now isn’t that an adventure squandered? Claudia isn’t three yet, so maybe I’m counting my poop-free chickens a trifle prematurely. But she’s an open book when it comes to bodily functions, [...]

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Bribe and Switch

April 27, 2011

After preschool drop-off is supposed to be naptime for toddlers, but we’ve got neighbors coming for dinner and we desperately need at least a single grape or stick of broccoli or something to show that we do, in fact, eat vitamins here. But sleepy Claudia generates her own gravity, and that’s hard to fight — [...]

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Friday the 13th is So Well Named

August 14, 2010

Like all insomniacs, I blame my occasional bouts of sleeplessness on something. Tonight the culprit is the Outside Lands Festival. Sitting up in bed at 3-something-a-frikkin’-m, I’ll imagine how stressful the traffic is going to be tomorrow when I try to cross town over the biggest Golden Gate Park festival of the year to get [...]

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The Preschooler Security Agency

August 11, 2010

Fern had a little cut on her toe yesterday, and somewhere in the periphery of my toddler-addled brain I heard her friends — over for a playdate — plan to put a bandage on it. "How cute," I thought, as I continued to play with little Claudia. "They’re going to find her a Band-Aid." It [...]

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