Catherine Connors is a mother, writer and recovering academic who traded the lecture hall for the playroom and discovered that university students and preschoolers have much the same attention span. She still dips her toes into academic waters by writing the occasional scholarly article about the place of motherhood in Western philosophy, but mostly now she changes diapers and wipes noses and indulges in long reflections on whether Yo Gabba Gabba is a harbinger of the decline of western civilization. Oh, and she blogs: in addition to Bad Mother blogging at BeliefNet, she is, among other things, the author of HerBadMother.com, Managing Editor of MamaPop, moderator of Her Bad Mother’s Basement, co-founder and co-editor of WeCovet, Contributing Editor at BlogHer, and (deep breath) founder of and contributor to Canada Moms Blog. And in her spare time… oh, wait. She doesn’t have spare time. But she’s okay with that.
Jasper highly recommends dining al fresco. In a bathing suit. With the good silverware. Any tasty foodstuff will do, but he prefers dirt. Planting soil is ideal, but any dirt will do.
(The dirt is lovely this time of year, all the more when seasoned with a little sprinkler water and a lot of sunshine and a big bright baby smile.)
(Ah, life. It is good, sometimes, it really is.)
posted May 25, 2009 at 12:31 pm
Nom Nom Nom. Oh wait, that was directed at Jasper, not the dirt. I’ll pass on the dirt. More for him.
posted May 25, 2009 at 12:48 pm
Yep, I think Issa hit it right on the head. You need to spawn more babies so there’s a higher chance of the rest of us running into one and being able to suck face with it. If we survive meeting it without fainting dead away, that is.
Also, more realistically, that is a NICE photo. Well done.