The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. The mighty abstract idea I have of beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness.

“This is our house. And this is America Online.” (While pointing at a map of the North American continent.)

“No it's not. It's a big hot!” At 2 years old. After being warned that the car seat was a little hot.

'The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.'

I hope they get here soon. The kids are biting at the chomp.