An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
Took the kids to a Teddy Bear Picnic this morning. Couldn’t decide which stuffed animal to bring, so I brought four.
The nine-year-old followed my lead and brought four; the four-year-old brought one really big one.
That moment when you try to find the Sesame St. song, “What’s the Name of That Song?”, but get the name wrong and fall into an endless abyss of meta.
Showing my kids Jurassic Park for the first time.
Jurassic Park X Ghostbusters X Indiana Jones = Oh, no! I was trying to dig up ancient dinosaur artifacts but then dinosaur ghosts attacked!
*sees the four-year-old taking the Furby outside*
“Wait…”
*First thought: Furby is not an outside toy.*
*Second thought: why would I protect that noisy thing from harm?*
“Proceed.”
As part of her plan to have a Christmas-themed birthday party next month, the nine-year-old is celebrating Thanksgiving today.
Some highlights from her grateful-list:
1) Parents
2) Grandma
3) Doctor Who Continue reading “Grateful-List”
Three-year-old: “Is this Earth?”
Me: “Yes, we’re on Earth.”
Three-year-old: “Oh! Then which planet is my school on?”
The nine-year-old, speaking of Jean Grey in X-Men: Last Stand: “If I had her powers, I could make pancakes with my mind.”
Rewatched X-Men: The Last Stand for the first time in a decade, and know what? That is a perfectly fine, super fun movie.
I love the X-Men movies.
Bizarre fights the children get into…
Nine-year-old: “If we got five chickens–“
Three-year-old with extreme petulance: “I only want four chickens!” Continue reading “Chicken Argument”
I went for a walk and encountered a hundred-some baby geese in a field of mint.
Whenever the three-year-old finds feathers, he chases down every bird he can find, trying to give them back.
The nine-year-old on the Monkees movie: “You remember when we watched Head? Ever since then I’ve known what I want to do is fill the world with more Heads.”
She’s working on a script titled “I am a Sandwich.”
Also, “Never Ending Smoothie.”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Analog Science Fiction and Fact, October 2014
A wise parent would never leave her one-handed child alone with a six-handed bachelor. A relationship between such unequals would only lead to heartbreak, or worse. Neither of Delundia’s parents, however, was especially wise. They’d met, married, and mated at the foolish young times after first-birth for Londe and second-birth for Arendell, soon leaving them with two young babies and only three hands between them. Continue reading “The Hand-Havers”