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The Reader

August 25, 2009

If boasting turns you off, here’s your chance to look away.
Usually, Mr. C brings The Poo to school in the morning and I pick her up. Yesterday, he needed to go sell a kidney to pay for sign for our health insurance for the semester, so I had the task of dropping her off.
She hopped [...]

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Nap Attack

August 24, 2009

I talk about The Babyman’s sleep habits a lot. Specifically, his naps.
With his health issues and terrible reflux as an infant, his sleep was always hard-won and therefore, very precious. The first five weeks of his life were miserable for everyone—especially The Babyman. His undiagnosed laryngomalacia and resulting reflux combined to make him scream bloody [...]

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Ballad Of A Babyman

August 20, 2009

Two weeks ago I surrendered my Nikon D80 to the fine folks at BestBuy. The auto-focus wasn’t working.
Now, if you know anything about the D80, you know that this is a camera meant to be used on manual. Any photographer worth her salt could cope with using the manual focus. So why didn’t I just [...]

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Until Next Year

August 18, 2009

We’re home now, back in our house on the prairie.
All we have left of Cape Cod are the shells we collected, hard and ridged oysters stacked atop smooth, striated clams. The same shells that posed such a threat to wee, tender toes are now lonesome reminders of a summer spent by the sea.
Our vacation was [...]

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Revelations

August 12, 2009

The Babyman and I took a walk today.
We strolled up our street and into the swank housing development across the main road. We walked and we talked and we watched the butterflies flutter by.
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig. Then we played in the back yard for awhile. He got soaked in the water table, I [...]

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Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One Before

August 11, 2009

Sometimes I forget about my blog.
Sometimes, like when I’m in the lobby of my daughter’s new preschool for open house, I totally forget that I spill my guts (or my bag) to the Interwebz, like the Crazy McCrazerston that I am. How I tell the Interwebz that I have a giant ingrown pubic hair or [...]

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Twelve

August 10, 2009

It was hot that day, so I ordered a pineapple smoothie.
I played with the straw nervously after we shook hands, choosing a small, black table outside, under the awning. Inside, lithe girls with long, straight hair and white aprons stood behind a pastry counter, their bangs lifting ever so slightly in the breeze from the [...]

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Roar!

August 7, 2009

Do you know Amanda?
Well, if you don’t, you are missing something special. It seems weird to say this, but in a lot of ways, Amanda is my online conscience. She has three stunning girls and a marriage she works hard at, and she juggles a lot. But mostly what Amanda does is love.
I dare you [...]

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Year One

August 6, 2009

My darling boy,
You are my sweetheart, my love, my Babyman. You are the moon to your sister’s sun, your gravitational pull keeps me grounded. You wake up every morning with a Cheshire cat grin on your small face, and you raise up your arms to me, pointing to the door.
Today, my son, you are one.
Twelve [...]

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Then And Now

August 4, 2009

Then: Listening to conference call while writing a presentation.
Now: Brushing my teeth while making the bed.
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Then: Blowing my paycheck at J. Crew and Ann Taylor
Now: Blowing my paycheck at Crewcuts and Hanna Andersson
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Then: Del Fuegos
Now: Dan Zanes
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Then: Three indie movies in a weekend
Now: Three Barbie movies in a weekend
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Then: Answering ridiculous questions from superiors
Now: Answering [...]

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