Rumplestiltskin - Dumb man meets a ruthless woman

Submitted by greg on Mon, 07/01/2013 - 15:20

I previously wrote about how the diet of the very hungry catterpillar is not realistic. Now, rumplestiltskin.

Rumplestiltskin is a pretty horrible story in terms of what it might teach your kids.

The whol story starts with the miller lying about his daughter being able to spin straw into gold. The king is intrigued and asks to see the daughter. He falls in love with her at first sight.

Problem 1: love at first sight, superficial love.

The king's advisers then demand gold.

Problem 2: the advisers have more power than the king?

The miller's daughter (who never gets a name) then starts crying and the little man (Rumplestiltskin) shows up.

Problem 3: why's it gotta be the short man?

New Year's Eve edition: How you know you're a parent of a little one

Submitted by greg on Tue, 01/01/2013 - 08:47

The last time we talked about 5 signs you've become a parent we talked a little about how being "up all night" is about fussiness instead of partying.

Well, our new year's eve for 2012/2013 brought us to a variation:

  • When you hold back your daughter's hair so it doesn't get puke on it...
  • When the NYE puker's big drinking binge was a sippy cup of apple juice...

the things I get to say - Mae's birth edition

Submitted by greg on Mon, 11/12/2012 - 14:45

Here's the list of things that I said (and have been saying) ever since the birth of Mae Knaddison. The "you" is pretty much always Nikki.

  • I love you so much.
  • Did the contraction start?
  • Did the contraction end yet?
  • How're you doing?
  • How's your temperature?
  • You did an amazing job.
  • I love you so much.
  • Need more juice?
  • What do you want to eat?
  • Did she latch yet?
  • I love you so much

lucy snuggling with dad

Submitted by greg on Mon, 02/27/2012 - 15:24

This doesn't happen too often. When it does it's worth a photo. Not a bad shot for a cameraphone.

Other news: we're potty training and this weekend lucy let us know, in the middle of eisenhower tunnel, that she had to pee. At the other end we grabbed the sesame-street-toilet-seat insert for her, nikki held that above ground and lucy proceeded to pee. It was a serious success considering it was a snowy cold night at ~9,000 feet above sea level at 8pm.


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