There are a lot of things I meant to hash over this week.
Like, how seriously are to take Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother, the Amy Chua memoir that has roiled the mommy blogosphere with its smug, borderline child abusing case of extreme parenting?
Harlow had a bully, and then kinda turned into one herself.
And when will these motherf-ing hormones leave me alone? I just stumbled onto a little treasure trove of baby Harlow videos which I'm looking forward to watching if I didn't SOB MY EYES out the second her little cherub face pops up on screen.
There's that website idea I want to talk to you about, and my thoughts on Black Swan and if psychosexual will be a new genre at Red Box?
But as I am spending every moment either cleaning the kitchen to avoid writing or writing my little fingers into nubs, I really only have this to offer. In my search to find an interesting fireplace for our house, I stumbled across this photo.
I love the herringbone, but I'm not sure how well it goes with rabbit. Or if rabbit prefers the chocolate cake someone left out on the stairs over the carrot dumped unceremoniously by the fireplace...by the mirror...on the floor.