Jim Jordan actually posted the video! On the afternoon of New Years Eve, but posted nonetheless: youtu.be/lR-bhPzQYUE?...

Mom and I are embarking on the last four episodes of season 1 of The Pitt as we close out the year. I told her she's not going to want to stop.

Just put my holiday cards in the mail so I have won 2025. I even had an international stamp for the recipient in Canada. (My mother: Why do we have to pay international postage for Canada? They are our neighbors. Me: They are hella mad at us right now.)

“None of these changes are evidence-based.” www.nytimes.com/2025/12/30/o...

We're going to make a four-year-old so happy on his birthday and I am delighted.

Don't tell me Americans don't like trains. I have spent most of my day photographing and listing for sale my dad's model train collection and there are some passionate folks out there.

Till the day I die.

Starting season 1 of The Pitt with Mom and oh my god I missed my beloved Dr. Abbot.

What is it about baby boomers that they absolutely cannot see motion smoothing and do not believe it exists?

Lowered Sean's mattress as far as it will go because he was trying to climb out earlier. Hope this works or we will have to convert it to a toddler bed and then get some kind of electric fencing to keep him in.

Sometimes you gotta take the toddler to Costco on a Saturday to entertain him and sometimes you come home with four pounds of mussels for $10 and then sometimes you end up eating a quantity of mussels for dinner that would make Henry VIII say, madam, that may be excessive. Je ne regrette rien.

Oh my god the hot hockey boys are playing pickup soccer and I may actually die.

Finally found a thing I packed the morning of the move and have been searching for for eight days. At last, I feel like I live here.

Feeding a toddler is so easy and good for the ego and I'm sure it didn't turn Jacques Pépin into a raving lunatic

Mystery solved! Thank you, @anniemaebre.bsky.social!

We just got a gift of books from Bookshop for Sean, but they came without a gift slip or any identification. Would the generous sender like to identify themself?

I made the Cook's Country apple pancake this morning; it's very close to one I remember my stepmother's mom making at her bed-and-breakfast when I was a kid. Gave some to Sean for his second breakfast and he was kind of like, I DID NOT KNOW YOU COULD DO THIS TO APPLES. Put Bailey's in my coffee. 👍

Unlocked the secret to keeping my coffee hot for the five hours it takes me to drink two cups because I have a toddler and we just moved and keeping him from swallowing a picture-hanging nail occupies 80% of my brain: Put it in the Zojirushi, genius.

One of my neighbors has a dog named Charlie (we met him when he got loose and wandered into our yard) and we saw him out this morning walking Charlie and his other dog, Teddy. Had to tell him I know (of) someone with kids named Charlie and Teddy. Merry Christmas, @jonfavs.bsky.social!

A word to the wise: The version of It's a Wonderful Life that's available for free on Tubi is the Rifftrax edition. (My mom started screaming.) We were able to watch it on demand from our cable subscription.

Big if true

This book made me cry and hug my mom (complimentary).

I wanted to make a cake for tomorrow's Christmas gathering and decided on buttered walnut cake with maple-coffee glaze from Snacking Cakes. The photo shows a Bundt but the main recipe is for an 8-inch cake. Asked Mom, should I double it and make the Bundt? There are only six of us coming.

I just finished episode 5 and I need to lie down and hyperventilate.

HBO Max cut out RIGHT AFTER THEY USED EACH OTHER'S FIRST NAMES I am going to burn down Verizon

My mother to my son:

Sean was saying "ga?" at the Arsenal game, which I think is his way of saying "goal." So I did the Andrés Cantor call for him, which he loved.

Found them! I can make granola again!

Successfully set up my printer and my smart plugs today. Why yes, I am a woman in STEM.

Discovered while making pancakes this morning that one boat-and-tote–load of dry goods is missing. Oats, sugar, baking powder. We are baffled.

Sitting on the floor of my laundry room waiting for the dryer to be done reminds me of my laundromat days. I do not miss them! At least my laundry room should have a TV showing Pat Kiernan.

At my old house doing laundry (washer/dryer at the new house are disconnected due to work in the utility room) while a couple of guys disassemble my Murphy bed and the painters patch eight million nail holes in the walls.

First food I cooked in the new house: turkey and cheese quesadillas for lunch with Mom.

Just unpacked the final carload of stuff from the old house. Now, to find a place for it all in the new house.

Just a terrible night of sleep. I'm giving up and going to unpack the bathroom till Sean wakes up.

The best part of the move today is that I washed the sheets this morning so tonight is not only new bedroom night, it's clean sheets night.

We survived the Great Shlep. The Murphy bed hasn't been moved yet and there's still a carload of stuff at the old house, and I have to drive back and forth to Centreville the next two days to take Sean to day care, and the new house is an absolute disaster of boxes, but we made it.

Sean is having bread and cheese, yogurt, and applesauce for dinner. Mom and I are having enchiladas I dug from the depths of the freezer. And something from the bar.

Mom has gone to pick Sean up from day care. I am fucking wiped but still need to make my bed and oh yeah find something he can eat for dinner. And that Mom and I can eat.

I hear a power tool. They may be sawing the couch in half. 🤷

Getting a sleeper sofa out of my town house is proving to be as difficult as me giving birth to Sean. There is no option to give the house a cesarean.

Movers shifted the couch and I found two nail files, because Sean likes to confiscate them.

Moving day. See you on the other side of the war.

It's possible I will be asleep before Sean is.

GodDAMMIT I haven't touched the fucking half bath

I am calling a lid on Tuesday. Almost everything is packed, and I'm going to make a list of the remaining loose things and the containers they will go into in the morning. I have one box left, a footlocker, and a handful of reusable shopping bags. I'm tired and everything hurts.

Amazing how many articles are just “I’m a white guy who didn’t get the promotion I wanted and the only answer to this problem that concerns every single one of us is to re-segregate the workplace”

We are making slow progress. Sean's room is done except for what he needs tonight and tomorrow. Bathrooms are done. Pantry done except for big appliances that won't go in boxes. Baking pans done and my stepmother is working on the bookshelves. Only problem is that we're out of boxes again.

Okay. What has to happen today: Sean's room, my room, both bathrooms, the pantry, the baking pans, the rest of what's on the bookshelves, the living room. Ugh, that seems like so much.

Just took Rufus out for his last bedtime pee at this house. He will not miss the three flights of stairs.