Archive for January, 2009

Mad at Dad?

From the NYT magazine:

The most read story on today is “Mad at Dad,” a 4,000-word look at how very angry mothers of young children are at their husbands.

Based on a what author Martha Brockenbrough describes as a survey of 1,000 “nationally representative” mothers from MomConnection, an online opinion panel, the article is a disturbing portrait of motherhood.

“We love our husbands,” she writes, “but we’re mad that we spend more mental energy on the details of parenting. We’re mad that having children has turned our lives upside down much more than theirs. We’re mad that these guys, who can manage businesses or keep track of thousands of pieces of sports trivia, can be clueless when it comes to what our kids are eating and what supplies they need for school. And more than anything else, we’re mad that they get more time to themselves than we do.”

She continues: “We carry so much of this life-altering responsibility in our heads: the doctors’ appointments, the shoe sizes, the details about the kids’ friends. Many dads wouldn’t even think to buy valentines for the class, for example, or know when it’s time to sign kids up for the pre–camp physical, or that curriculum night is next Thursday at 7:30 and you need to hire a sitter and bring a nut-free vegetarian appetizer that can be eaten without a fork. Even moms who work full-time take it upon themselves to store all this data in our already overstuffed heads. We’re the walking, talking encyclopedias of family life, while dads tend to be more like brochures.”

There’s a simple solution to this. It’s called wine.

Olivia Fix


Kansas Day

To celebrate the 148th Kansas Day today, Ava and I made sunflower cupcakes. We used this Martha Stewart recipe for a devil’s food cake.









Smiths don’t let Smiths win

Bryan, to Ava, over Hello Kitty Bingo: “I am really destroying you on this game.”

Olivia Fix


Olivia hits the 14 month mark tomorrow.

When she’s not busy tearing yards of toilet paper off the roll or dining on cat food, Olivia likes to spend her time climbing. I’m thinking of getting her a ladder just to increase her efficiency.

She’s also experimenting with sustained and incredibly loud tantrums. (Most commence when I pull her off the chair–or table.)

Still, though, she’s retaining some characteristics of a sweet baby–she still loves to cuddle and rock before bedtime, she isn’t completely comfortable until she has her blanket and pacifier, and she still doesn’t sleep through the night.

She blows kisses, smooches with her dolls, says about a dozen little words and gets into things Ava never even noticed.

And speaking of, she sure seems to love her big sister.

Training day

The master:


The apprentice:


Liana and Coca (and Tom, too!)

As I mentioned last week, Liana spent a few days with us, and then this weekend, our friend Tom came down from Madison as well. We’re fortunate that so many of our Wisconsin friends make the trip down to Kansas. (Maybe it has something to do with the quickly melting snow…)

Anyway, I missed a few photos from Liana’s visit–namely, our trip to the dog park with Coca.







The trip wore out both Ava and Coca, but only one took a nap…


Liana and Tom: Come back soon. Send others in the meantime. 😉

Snow more


Snow, man!

For the second weekend in a row, we have a bit of snow. A couple of inches last week, a 65 degree day on Thursday, and another sprinkling last night. I love Kansas.

Snowmen, however, don’t hang around here long.



Olivia spends a lot of time talking on the phone, and by “phone,” I mean anything that resembles a cell. Remotes, calculators, toys…anything that’s phone-sized instantly connects her to someone who apparently enjoys very one-sided conversations.

Olivia likes to include most of the words she knows, in random order.

Olivia: “Hi! Hi. Yeah! No, no, noooo. Hat mommy, yeah… Yeah, dog, kitty. Hat. Hat! No, no. Bye!”

Just wait until she can dial. Or text.