I’ve spent the morning g-chatting with my younger sister Chelly- her weekend was consumed with the taking of the SATs. No, she’s not 18. She’s just a tutor of said test. I can’t imagine accepting any job that would make me relive the longest nine hours of my life (I took it three separate times and got the exact same score. No, I will not tell you what it was. Let’s just say that I was lucky to be such {Read More}
Sometimes we read books, too.
Let me start out by saying that, apparently, I cannot top last Thursday’s post. I don’t think I should even try- and I hope that’s cool. It was certainly not my intention to make people weep (there’s enough intentional weeping in the world), and the fact that it resonated with a) people with kids, b) people without kids, and c) maybe even kids, themselves, leads me to believe that I have reached the apex of my blogosomeness and should probably just {Read More}
No babies were harmed during this posting. I’m pretty sure.
If this jinxes it then I am sorry, but…it seems to be Spring. Real Spring. Like, average of 50 degrees (sometimes 85! Sometimes…40), at times darned rainy, but always with that smell of fresh(ish) air. And perhaps that scent coming from the neighbor’s yard. But whatever. I’ll take it. This past week alone I took Nora outside in no less than five baby-totin’ contraptions: the Maya sling, the hip carrier (as in, on my hip- I have lost all hopes of {Read More}
Gonna need a bigger Mama Bear mug.
Okay, the weather was amazing on Thursday. And Friday. Like, 70 degree amazing. Open the windows, happily spring-clean (when it’s so gorgeous out, it doesn’t feel like cleaning. More like moving stuff around so the breeze can hit everything) and force my child out of doors- that kind of amazing weather. I took Nora to our neighborhood park and met a woman who had perhaps just been handed her baby. She was incredibly impressed with everything I was doing for {Read More}
Through-line free since 2008!
Sometimes I make notes on my phone, stuff I want to remember and randomly insert into a blog post. I use my version of shorthand- which is really not shorthand at ALL, nor is it terribly short- which proves confusing, occasionally. Today’s note- vmpre bathroom. (See? That second word wasn’t even any different!) I was pretty sure I meant “vampire” bathroom, which made me feel good to figure out. Then I felt badly again, realizing that I still had no {Read More}
We are still drowning in scones. What a way to go.
Nora is currently not speaking to me. This is incredibly hard for her to get across, seeing as she is all of four months old. Her success in doing so makes it even more harsh. So, why the cold onesie?I let a [relatively] complete stranger hold her down and jab three needles in her thighs, after subjecting her to the humiliation of sucking on a bitter dropper full of something supposedly medicinal. Then I blew in the direction of her {Read More}
I didn’t even mention all the poosplosions.
Oh my stars, 10,000 hits on the ol’ Bob Loblaw’s Law Blog! (Or, you know, this one.) Let’s see who the lucky reader is! Okie doke, someone from Wells, Maine. Hello! So happy to meetcha! And you got here via a search for…the top 10 songs about narcissism. Welcome. This morning upon waking I discovered that all of the feeling in my arms, hands and fingers was missing. There’s a distinct possibility that this was because I slept on my {Read More}
Survivor’s "Vital Signs" on vinyl? Yeah, she digs that one, too.
How on Earth has it been seven weeks since Nora arrived and filled my dryer with hundreds of miniature pastel socks? (They’re printed with Mary-Janes on the toes- she has about fifteen different colors, quite a feat. HAH.) Other big changes: our upstairs is now outfitted with a cool mist humidifier (no one ever gave a damn about MY nose in the winter!), various play areas in brightly contrasting hues are present on each floor (okay, only half are Nora-specific), {Read More}