“Mommy, you’re a hippo.” “I’m a what?! Why?!” “You’re a mommy hippo. Because I want to be a baby hippo.” “Oh.” “I’m a baby hippo, but I’m also Denzel.” “So like a baby hippo whose name is Denzel?” “No, sometimes I’m a baby hippo, other times I’m Denzel.” “OK.” “Mommy, you’re also a baby strawberry.”Continue reading ““Do Marines like cake?” “Does God have a butt?” Conversations with a five-year-old”
The other day it happened again. I was talking to a friend about the eternal issue of having kids/not having kids, when the friend said something like, “I guess I just care too much about art and changing society for the better. Who has time for that when they have a child?” **beat** “I mean,Continue reading “I am not your monkey: on motherhood, art, and presumptuous bullshit”
I really like the neighborhood of Kuzminki, I’ve decided. We’re in that calm before the storm there – before various overpriced developers move in.
“A baby wasn’t an idea, as love was an idea. A baby was a fact. It was a being with a mind and a nature, and you could feel about it any way you liked, but a baby wouldn’t care. Just by existing, it demanded that you believe in a future: the future it wouldContinue reading “The best lines about becoming a parent are to be found in a post-apocalyptic vampire trilogy”
I found this month-old gif (originally a cine via Cinemagram) of mine on my phone today: That was the day before we moved, leaving Novogireyevo for the older and stranger neighborhood of Kuzminki, also in eastern Moscow. Grandma had introduced Lev to the binkie when he was a few weeks old (without asking my permission,Continue reading “The last of the binkie wars”