The holidays must be getting to him. He was fine one minute, and the next? Scorched earth nuclear event – kicking his feet, pounding his fists on the floor, and screaming at the top of his lungs. I put his tiny wooden butt in time-out and told him he could
(From the Nahm Police Beat Minutes) Got a ‘disturbing the peace’ call from the manger last night. Specifically, caller complained of “a chick in a Santa suit” sleeping in the crèche. I dunno – sounded kind of sexy to me. However, Mary and Joe were not amused. At first I
He spent a couple of hours jumping into this pile of leaves and giggling like a madman. It was all fun and games until a hungry Blue Jay swooped down and tried to make off with him. Thank goodness the tiny wooden lord does not taste like worms.
Baby J arrived just in time for the Great Horkfest of 2008 here at the Nahm household. I might be tempted to point the accusatory-illness finger at our new houseguest – we were all fine until he arrived. Except everything I’ve pointed at recently gets puked on. I am the