So, the good people connected to my darling little family continue to be exceptionally Good People. And I realize I’ve been horribly remiss with all of these shout-outs in forgetting to acknowledge my friend Bethany- quite possibly one of my best friends in the history of friendship- who hoofed it over to my house on multiple early mornings so that I didn’t have to pack Zu and Jasper into the car on preschool drop-off mornings. And who then proceeded to stay {Read More}
One Month Old. Slow Your Roll, Kid.
January 20, 2014 By 24 Comments
Hey Jasper, This is your Mom: you know, the blurry body pillow who smells vaguely of coconut oil and tortilla chips? Happy one month, slugger. I’d ask the cliched question of Where Has The Time Gone…but I totally know. By the time you and I came home from the hospital, it was Christmas Eve Eve…then Christmas and New Years came and went in a blur of foil wrapping paper and 2am feedings…then came the revolving door of relatives and best {Read More}
Chiberia, Sleep Deprivation, And Utter Joy.
January 6, 2014 By 26 Comments
Lovely frozen people of the world (and if you happen to be in a balmy clime, I’m sorta gonna need you to keep it to thyself for the next week): I hadn’t intended to blog only two-ish weeks into my “maternity leave” (hahaha), but decided to do so for a few reasons. Namely, I missed blogging. And you guys. And sharing simply crucial minutiae. (Incidentally, Crucial Minutiae would be an exceptional name for a book of essays, no?) Also, my {Read More}
A Birth Story. Now With More Drugs!
December 23, 2013 By 24 Comments
Pals, as this is my third kid’s birth story, I thought I’d employ the technique of telling the tale in anecdote form. It’ll also be much more linear than anything my post-op drugged mind could otherwise manage. You’re welcome. December 19th, 2013: -I got roughly three hours of sleep the night before, what with anxiety, last minute stuff, and positively abdomen-crushing Braxton Hicks cramps. (But not labor, ha ha! Just fake labor!) -The surgery was originally scheduled for 2:30pm (meaning I’d have {Read More}
A Virtual Shower, But Very Real Friends.
December 18, 2013 By 20 Comments
I happen to be an extremely lucky gal. Not only has a crazy cross-section of family and friends already made this little Roo so very, very welcomed to the world…but my bestie pals in the blogosphere have done so as well. For a couple of months now, an amazing collection of bloggers (and friends) have sent gifts to the baby (and me!) every few days. The result is a combination of birthday, Christmas, and surprise party feelings every single week. It’s {Read More}
December Date: Christmas Ambiance & Jammies.
December 12, 2013 By 22 Comments
For this month’s date night, I knew P.J. had big plans. Huge. Because nothing says Let’s Paint The Town like a 38 Week pregnant wife. So after we got the girls off to sleep, we settled into our lovely, non-toy-crazy living room (with the tree and non-kid decorations)…and sat there. It was lovely. We ordered food from a terrific little Middle Eastern place up the street…and may have overdone it: kufta and shawarma sandwiches, grape leaves, baba ghanouj, kibbeh (deep-fried {Read More}
Giving Thanks, Taking Naps.
November 28, 2013 By 10 Comments
This Thanksgiving, I’d like to join the hordes of people in your feed being all grateful. Because I’m thankful for oh-so many things: Like girls (and lovies) who are best friends. More help in the kitchen than I could ever imagine. Days filled with creativity and silliness. Naptimes that look like this. (Even for me, sometimes!) A husband who makes my girlish heart swoon. Cats who no longer claw at my feet in their slumber. Work I love. Friends far-flung {Read More}
Nora Turns 4 & Keely Turns Mushy.
October 28, 2013 By 13 Comments
To My Darling Nora Jane, On your last eve of Threenagerdom, I’d love to tell you some marvelous things about yourself: You’re an adventurous eater; eggplant, blue cheese, mushrooms, anything Middle Eastern…but still look suspiciously at macaroni and cheese. (It’s pasta and cheese, Nora.) Despite your outward trappings of independence (locking the bathroom door, deciding just how your bangs and hair should fall- or be “stretched”), you still require that crazy beat-up Doc Bullfrog…inside out in a froggy ball…against your nose to sleep. {Read More}
