Category: Storytime

Birthday crisis over. All is good. Regular blogging to resume now. Read more →

The cover of next month’s Bad Parenting Monthly, with feature article “Ponyfear!”: (Actually, in this photo, the pony doesn’t look exactly chuffed either, does he?) Read more →

Sarah Kathleen McLaren is one year old today. Damn. That was the fastest year ever. It’s definitely one of those “seems like it was just 10 minutes ago, but also seems like it was so long ago I don’t remember life before that” situations. For the record, at age 1, she is awesome. I bought her a couple of presents,… Read more →

Lots of cool things have shown up here in the mail over the last month. Here’s one: My DNA cube, from Bathsheba Grossman. It’s on a light pedastel that cycles through a series of colours, making it look even cooler. I have it on display in the rec room–that image in a photo of the cube in situ in the… Read more →

One of the many things I love about Halifax is that it wears its history on its sleeve, as ’twere. You can’t help but notice it–the centre of downtown is a giant stone fort built into the hill the looks over the city. And that’s not even getting into the city’s long history of brewing (not to mention underground beer… Read more →

You may recall that once before I had a few minutes of boredom and picked on a friend by putting his face through a series of transformations using the St. Andrews Face Morpher. Well, yesterday I had a few minutes of boredom again, and this time I decided to pick on Gwenda. I was debating picking on my wife or… Read more →

I get to post pointers to my friends’ stuff all the time, because I am gifted with a bunch of very talented friends. Today’s subject is my compadre Alex Wilson, who is getting more and more recognition for his photographic work. Alex’s photo site has been on my link list as long as I’ve been running this blog, and if… Read more →

Last night, while all the cool kids were wrapping up Wiscon, I was working on some code and I was also exposed to the Miss Universe 2005 pageant. (Blame Trish–she put it on). You may have heard that Miss Canada won the pageant. I suppose I’m supposed to feel something nationalistic and patriotic about this, but I don’t. Lots of… Read more →

So, it appears that Sarah is pretty unlikely, from a statistical point of view. Oh, not her conception–the McLarens are notoriously fertile (“… so fertile that sometimes the neighbours get pregnant.” Ba-Dum-Tsh)–but her height. We measured her this weekend, and got a height of 30 inches. This measurement was, if anything, erroneous on the conservative side. However, when we went… Read more →

So I took last week off work (and off blogging) to deal with getting Sarah into day care. It’s a slow process, where she spent one hour the first day, two hours the second day, etc, to get acclimated (acclimatized?). The rest of the day was Daddy-Daughter time. This should have been terribly fun, and left me with lots of… Read more →

So, my wife’s maternity leave is over, and she has gone back to work. This means that when she leaves for work I have to be awake, to hang out with Sarah until it’s time to take her to baby jail for the day. This means that I have to get up approximately two hours earlier than I have been… Read more →