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}
Sisters…
October 19, 2011 By 2 Comments
…pose for Emo band photos… …threaten to eat each other’s faces… …and reluctantly share Dad.
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}
But Who Will Prepare My Latte?
October 13, 2011 By 5 Comments
Going A’Work. We have had non-stop staff here at Chez Schoeny. And it’s been great. Crazy and [slightly] hard to get used to [initially], but great. My Mom flew in the Sunday before Susannah’s birthday. She quickly set the kitchen to her order, all the better to stock the freezer with pans, Tupperwares, and Ziploc baggies full of our (okay, mostly mine- but Peej is NOT complaining) favorite foods. Also, there is no laundry hanging out anywhere in our bedrooms or {Read More}
Zuzu’s Second Week.
October 12, 2011 By 2 Comments
We’re off to a good start… Hippie bed. Voicing displeasure. Baby burrito in a huge crib. Stickering the baby.
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}
The Story Of The Monkey.
October 7, 2011 By 9 Comments
So this is the story of Susannah Mae. I will attempt to toe the line between crazy gory details (’cause there are people who really, really wanna know) and uh, non-crazy gory details. ‘Cause there are definitely people who DON’T. And pardon in advance my odder-than-usual vernacular, as well as the moments where I appear to be trailing off mid-sent… The drugs are my friends. Anyway. On the morning of the 4th, we set our alarms for 5am, knowing that we {Read More}
Susannah Mae.
October 5, 2011 By 4 Comments
Little baby gal, 7lbs, 10oz and a whopping (for me) 20in. 8:42am on October 4th, 2011. I love her so much that I want to eat her face, smell her head, and snuggle her belly until P.J. intervenes (for his turn). Nora digs her, too- especially since Susannah brought her a life-size Dora the Explorer.
