Thursday, September 04, 2008
Last weekend, we hung out with the J grandparents on Saturday morning. We had breakfast and wandered around a random college campus an hour or so south of us.
Harry was way into this sculpture which, randomly enough, was in honor of Emma Goldman, the anarchist and birth control advocate. If only Sanger had stuck with the radical left instead of slipping into bed with the eugenicists. How different would the world be? Could a Sarah Palin exist in such a world?
I love how Harry twists his hair
Afterwards, we went to a food fest on the square, and Jack stuck his little foot right in my beer, spilling it all over himself. Nothing klassier than a 4 month-old baby who reeks of booze.
Harry with a little something right there. Delish.
I'd love to write more, but I am busy ordering a boatload of books from Amazon and just simmering with fury after last night's convention speeches. Talk about giving rhetoric a bad name. Sheesh.
Also, next time you hear from me, I will be the mother of a preschooler. Crazy, huh?