Category: Tiller

I Want to be an Elephant

Tiller: [Crying and arching her back on the couch.] Me: “Baby, what is it?” Tiller: “I want to be an elephant!!!!” [More crying.] Me: [Under my breath.] “Good luck with that.” Me: [Aloud] “Why do you want to be an elephant?” Tiller: “I want to be able to pick stuff up and pour it on my head!” Read more →

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A Tale of Two Sweets

We took the kids for ice cream this afternoon. Oddly, Rollie wanted a Sprite instead. Todd and I decided we’d all share a bigass rice krispie treat, too. Tiller went for the ice cream (birthday cake) and a handful of rice krispie treat, too. Sometimes it was hard for her to decide which to bite from. . . . I… Read more →

Flowers, Sculpture, Fountains, Friends

I took the kids to the Atlanta Botanical Garden with some friends on Saturday. It was hot as Hades, although the Savannahians claimed I don’t know what hot is. Whatevs. . . . Although I had both kids (Todd had a shoot on Saturday), I did get a chance to chat with Jason and Alison about new baby Averil, talk… Read more →

Tiller’s Too Sexy for Church School

I’m not sure, but i think that a gaunt, horse-faced church lady (using that term loosely) just told me that Tiller’s skirt is too short. “You know, at elementary school, they say the acceptable length is knee-length.” She is wearing a jean skirt. She is three. What the fuck?* Does my daughter look like a hooker, or what? *And yes,… Read more →