After working at my new job for almost four months now, I have reached some interesting conclusions. My new job is far too much work for one person. It is complex, it involves a lot of responsibility for things that I don’t completely understand, and if I screw up or make a bad decision there [...]
I’ll admit it, I’ve been having a hard time connecting emotionally to this pregnancy. Hanna just takes up so much of my time and energy, and on top of that I have a fabulous new job keeping me challenged, and it’s just hard to have anything left over for a baby that isn’t here yet [...]
Hidden Perks of Pregnancy 2.0: There’s not really any baby stuff I need to get ready. The crib is already built, the clothes are all neatly sorted by size and style from when I packed them after Hanna outgrew them. So this time, I get to use my nesting impulse to fix up my craft [...]
Hanna is playing a game (at least, I think it’s a game) wherein she stands looking at herself in the mirror and takes her hat off of her head, then yells at her reflection very loudly and angrily to give the hat back. I can’t tell if she knows it’s her reflection or not. She [...]
I love watching Hanna experiment. Right now she is surrounded by several cookie tins, (which she got from the kitchen all by herself) hitting them like drums. Sometimes she uses her hands, sometimes she uses some of her play silverware. Sometimes she’ll hit one side, and then she’ll turn it over to hit the other. [...]
Hanna and I went to the holiday parade this morning. It started at nine in the morning, so we got there a little late, but that was ok because I think we only missed about ten minutes of actual parade, and it was that much less time that we had to be standing in the [...]
Before Hanna goes to bed now, she runs over to the front door and asks, “Mewn? Mewn?” So we get our coats and go outside, and walk up the hill to be clear of the trees, so Hanna can say goodnight to the moon. On the nights when we can’t see her, Hanna says that [...]
Hanna’s favorite part of her play kitchen is the sink. About every 30 seconds I hear her running through the litany: “Wash hands in the sink!” “Scrub!” “Soap off!” She just added a new line tonight: “Towel please!” And she insisted on a pretend towel, too. None of these fancy real towels for her!
I am feeling utterly restless and unable to sleep. The weather on my computer says that the temperature is down to 70, but I don’t believe it. Everything just feels so stuffy, and Ryan is taking up the whole bed, despite my repeated elbows to his back, and whatever the temperature really is it is [...]
Jenny was my Cabbage Patch doll. She had a wooden cradle that my grandfather made, and her clothes were a mix of my old baby clothes, and dresses that my grandmother made to match dresses that she made for me. She has been getting dusty in my parents’ attic for years and years and years, [...]
