The 4yo proclaimed this morning that he didn’t want to go “anywhere with grass”, and it transpired that what he was worried about was wet grass specifically, like dew, and he’s completely right. Grass is fine as metonymy but literal grass you want to take some care with.

Whatever “flipping a grunt” is, I think the baby is doing it right now

Kinda suspect the baby is fighting sleep tonight so he can keep staring at the ceiling lights. He kept getting mad when I turned them off, implausible as that sounds. He’s gonna love short form video content.

At Brighton Beech this summer I saw a cargo ship leaving NY Harbor with a load that was, to my untrained eye, kind of sparse. It made me wonder how much productivity is unlocked by, like, “pretty good” operations/logistics optimization, deployed at scale. Idk, maybe not much.

Missing the forest for the trees here where the number of fingers and toes is fine but try to make sense of basically anything else

Someone tried to throw away this aloe plant in our planter but it took root and has been doing very well. Don’t take this as a metaphor though, unless its certain death in winter serves your purposes.

4yo: let me tell you how many birds, the littlest number of birds, that is a flock. 2. Vagueness solved!

I need to find my way into a conversation about Nessa Barrett so I can casually drop this gem.

Embarrassed to realize we haven’t been lunch special maxxing while both on parental leave. There’s only so much you can blame on sleep deprivation, idk

Catalpa and honey locust seem too tropical for NYC but here they are

With our second child, once I was back at work and my wife was still on leave, we decided indeed she would take him during the weeknights. Except, out of a misplaced sense of solidarity I slept in the same room anyway. So we both had terrible sleep. I recommend not doing that!