Ten years ago today, Olof and I got married. Two years ago today, Yrsa finally made her entrance into the world. Today I’m heading back to Uppsala after more than a month away.

Last week marked the return to real life after a long holiday break, and we were busy, busy, busy. Lucy had an appointment at the vet scheduled for Monday morning — her eye still hasn’t healed, nearly three months later — but a dead car battery prevented me from making it there. I tried to… Read More The week that was

Petra’s glasses arrived yesterday, and I managed to get a couple of pictures of her this morning at breakfast. She looks grumpy because she really hates the camera flash, but she’s not grumpy about the glasses. Honest. She’s been wearing them about half the time, which I think is pretty good given that it’s quite… Read More Four-eyes

I had intended to spend most of this weekend working on the essay that’s due Thursday, but here we are at nine o-clock on Sunday evening, and I’ve written all of two paragraphs. Between too-late nights and Olof’s birthday yesterday and general last-days-of-a-too-long-break kid craziness, I never could make myself focus for long enough to… Read More Frazzled

While Asbjørn is in most respects a perfect dog, one thing I’ve never been able to instill in him is the importance of sticking around when he’s off-leash. Once past puppy-hood he took every available opportunity to run free, returning home only when he was good and ready. Down at Olof’s parents’ house he’ll usually… Read More Silly dog

Old episodes of Coupling and Doctor Who (thank you, Mr. Steven Moffat), homemade ice cream, wildberry cider, and fireworks — so far 2013 looks pretty darn good!

I have a big paper due on January 10th, but that date is still too far in the future to give me the sense of urgency I need to get any real work done. I’d like to say that I do my best work under pressure, but I’m not sure that’s true. Rather, I do… Read More Homework

One of my favorite pictures from Christmas Eve, though it has nothing at all to do with the holiday:

The tree of a household with a marauding toddler afoot: no presents underneath and not a single ornament below waist-level.