Jane discovered this trick during a snow day a few weeks ago. For more than an hour, she walked around the house without ever touching the floor.
From my notebook
This has been sitting in my notebook since just after Christmas, but before I started posting any of these comics online. Lovely Janey was a lovely baby.
So many regrets
It's Islander Day! Which means I have the day off work. Which means I haven't access to a scanner. Which means instead of a regular comic update, you get this rendering I the haircut I gave myself this morning.
Alice screamed when she saw it.
Alice screamed when she saw it.
Jane's dream
Smithsonian.com ran a great story recently about a family discovered living in Siberia who, in more than 40 years, had no contact with the outside world. They ate only what they could grow or gather. When their clothes wore out, they grew flax, spun it into fabric, and made their own. Their only source of entertainment was telling each other the stories of their dreams.
I can relate to that last part. We do that almost every morning at the breakfast table. Alice, who as we've already learned has a shaky grasp of the concept of sleep, usually sees this as a time to tell seemingly endless tales in which she finds and hugs bears.
Jane told the above story a few weeks ago. It sounded authentic to me.
Imagine if those mannequins were really dead people?
And now I know why I always found Sears kinda creepy.
G'night, Jakey
Oh, man. Everybody loooooves Jakey. Just because he's handsome and he's well-behaved and he fights crime.
I tell you one thing, though. He has never made me supper. Not once.
Can we have our apple juice in wine glasses?
This comic contains an important message about the dangers of apple juice.
Collective Wisdom: What was the best part of winter when you were a kid?
My latest Collective Wisdom parenting column on CBC Radio is online. Take a listen.
Snow day
Hi everybody. Sorry for the late post. Sorry also about the sloppy image quality. We're having a snow day on the Island, and I couldn't access my usual scanner.
Gosh, I'm sorry about everything.
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