I just met another mom walking her baby around the neighborhood. The instant camaraderie between parents is pretty amazing. Within 30 seconds of meeting we’re swapping teething stories on the sidewalk and comparing brands of baby carriers. She also told me that there’s going to be a block party next week, and she was pointing [...]
Reading Boswell’s Life of Dr Johnson is a very frustrating experience, but it occasionally rewards my efforts. Like today, when I discovered that I’m not depressed, I’m constitutionally melancholy.
I am so insanely lucky. In a world of what, seven billion people now? Ryan and I managed somehow to find each other. When we did, there were no laws preventing us from getting married, and on top of that we had no fertility issues to overcome when we decided we wanted to have children. [...]
Family visits and a new project starting at work haven’t left me much time for thinking, let alone posting. As I watch Hanna growing in ability and curiousity, discovering the world and discovering herself, I find myself wishing I had more time to go along with her and find myself again. There are so many [...]
Hair=dyed and bathroom=clean. (Well, cleanish. Certainly cleaner than it was before.) Oh yeah, and I went to work and got Hanna to daycare on time. Today has been an Accomplishment Tuesday. Now it is time for ice cream and silly werewolf books.
Today has been a good day. Hanna helped me in the yard this morning by playing with the hose so that I could get some weeding done. In the process she got her new jeans thoroughly muddy, which is basically the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Then I picked some raspberries from the backyard and [...]
Baby blue jeans are the best thing ever. They have actual tiny pockets!
I usually put one of Hanna’s stuffed animals in her crib with her while she’s napping, to keep her company. As she has so many toys and doesn’t seem to have any clear preferences yet, I’ve got them on a rotating schedule. This morning, when I came in to rescue her from her nap, she [...]
Hanna just pulled the corner shelf over on top of herself. She seems more shocked than injured, thank goodness. I’m just glad we’d already taken the heavy quartz candleholder off of it. I keep picturing it landing on her head, and now I’m panicking that she’ll climb up the back of the blue chair and [...]
