Wednesday, December 19, 2007

I considered the ubiquitous Christmas photo for the month of December, but then I thought, my, how predictable. And we all know how I feel about predictable.
So, why not this?



We have honed the art of"naked running" in our house. It is a nightly ritual, practiced by all three toddlers simultaneously, and generally accompanied by ear-shattering shrieks, piercing screams and the percussive shots of slammed doors accompanied by little feet. The dog may also join in. My role appears to consist of wrapping the damp bath-towel around my head and lying on the floor until the procession has exhausted itself. I'm not entirely sure that this is what the sleep-books had in mind when they recommend that one establishes "bedtime routines" for your children.
Perhaps this explains why that book deal on child-rearing remains elusive....