Thrilled. An Open Letter To My Daughter Susannah: Zu. You are nine months old, as of yesterday. Also, as of yesterday, you inspired multiple people to consider having a baby. (Actually, that’s been the case since you entered this world. You’re kinda the poster child for Awesome Baby.) And now, you’re entering the competition for Awesome Child. You have many things going for you; sleep habits (nonstop), eating preferences (all of them), and general ability to jive with nearly any {Read More}
Ten Years Old! Plus Twenty Two!
June 6, 2012 By 3 Comments
In honor of my own birthday, I’d like to revisit a stellar Birthday Past. Join me, won’t you? This is my tenth birthday. June 6th, 1990. There are so many things that I love about these two photos: I had a serious love for cropped tops/wearing cute outfits way past their intended levels of appropriateness. However, at the moment that this photo was being taken, I knew for a fact that I looked incredible. (And a kind Thank You to my {Read More}
Piercings, Birthdays, And More Drinking.
June 4, 2012 By 3 Comments
Stealing Bethany’s drink/getting a picture with it while she was in the ladies room because it was funny/delicious. I have some news. No, not that. Not that other thing, either. And it doesn’t even involve my gloriously fallin’ down house. I have recently removed my tragus piercing. Now, before you get all creeped out and feel the need to excessively Google, I shall explain; the tragus is that bizarre flap of skin on your ear right before the ear canal. And I {Read More}
The Big Six (Months).
April 4, 2012 By 1 Comment
Oh Susannah, Yesterday, you turned six months old. This is crazypants. It’s sometimes hard to believe that you did not even exist until your Dad and I said to each other, “You know what? This Kid Thing is so awesomely fun that we should have another, and then the fun will never ever have to stop, not even once.” A few things have happened between then and now, such as you grew fingernails and blood cells and simply wild amounts of {Read More}
Half A Year!
April 4, 2012 By 1 Comment
Two days old. Full of questions/concerns/comments. Two and a half months old. Full of joy/covered in stickers. Six months old. Full of sunshine/applesauce/butternut squash.Also, covered in stickers.
Zuzu’s Three-Monthiversary!
January 4, 2012 By 3 Comments
We love you, Buttercup. Especially when you’re wearing bear ears… …Or leaping through time and space… …Or just doing your best Winston Churchill.
We Like Her A Little Bit.
October 31, 2011 By 3 Comments
Two! My wildly wonderful Nora Jane, You are- unequivocally- two years old. While I’d long suspected this age (since- oh, you were nine or ten months old), the calendar finally backs me up. Two years going on fourteen, that’s you. In the color spectrum, you are neither grey nor pastel, but every single bold and definite shade. In the ’80s, back when Day Glo was a very real concept, you would have been those short-lived (but much adored) neon Crayolas. {Read More}
P.J. Is The Awesomesauciest.
October 27, 2011 By 5 Comments
You know, just hanging at Alcatraz. Today is my darling husband Peej’s 30th birthday. And since he makes the other 364 days so nice for me, I thought I’d return the favor by detailing why he’s the greatest thing since sliced cinnamon raisin bread. In list form. 30. P.J. mixes a mean cocktail; Moscow Mules, Hot Todgers, Painkillers, Sidecars…and he’ll even share them. 29. I’ve seen him look equally as good (really, really good) wearing a cowboy hat, a three-piece Calvin Klein {Read More}
