…By the Letter ‘P’…and the Number 4[am]. Can you find all of the ‘P’ words? (The 4am is evident everywhere.)
The New Normal.
November 3, 2011 By 1 Comment
Sure thing, Mom. Things are finally starting to settle into a routine around here. This is good news, as Susannah is exactly a month old tomorrow and that’s a rather long time for a hazy, crazy bit of whirliness. It’s also juuust about long enough for Nora’s panic/insanity/full-body-tantrums-every-time-the-doorbell-rings to have run its course. Some might say it’s actually a few days too long, but we try not to judge, overmuch. We’re beginning to discover what the New Normal means- which {Read More}
Splish Splash.
October 20, 2011 By 1 Comment
Nora and Susannah are two very different ladies. Nora was the teensiest little Bitsy of a baby, with her dark hair eventually turning a really cool honey color. Her eyes (and temper) are just like mine- dark. Other than that, she’s a mini doppelganger of her Dad; wide mouth, curly toes, and the opinion that the deep knee bounce is the world’s best dance move. Zuzu entered the world a full pound and inch larger than her “big” sister. Last night- at {Read More}
Blatant Displays Of Excessive Affection.
October 17, 2011 By 2 Comments
Auntie KT loves Zu. And now, a bit of a love letter to my newest crush, Susannah Mae. I know that all new parents believe their infant to be the sweetest, most even-tempered child ever created. But they must be mistaken. For it is my multiple-nicknamed baby. She is so good- which I realize is a terrible mantle to place upon a child- but seriously. She is. Suzy only cries for two reasons; extreme hunger and extreme nudity. I completely {Read More}
Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety Jig!
October 10, 2011 By 3 Comments
The New Normal. This is the first time- in recent memory- when I’ve posted this blog with the extremely attentive help of a toddler (hell-bent on showing me each rattle in her sister’s collection) and a newborn (hell-bent on making me stare at her face for no urgent reason whatsoever). Okay, that last issue is totally mine. Maybe it’s the Norco, and maybe it’s the wild amount of cooking/cleaning/Mother Hen help I’ve been getting from my Mom (and my Dad {Read More}
