Nora and I just returned from her nine month checkup and I’m happy to report that she is indeed growing. And moving. And hitting milestones- in fact, she’s knocking ’em over like a sprinter catching his track shoes on a series of hurdles. Which, you know, isn’t usually a positive metaphor, but one that kept popping into my head. Kick, thwack, karate chop. Milestones. She’s still in the 10-25th percentile for height and head size (yay, consistent brains!) and solidly {Read More}
I also call people "Baby" a lot. This bugs certain Big Kids.
August 2, 2010 By 3 Comments
Due to the fact that I am still in Massachusetts, still surrounded by genetically terrific children, and still not convinced that it isn’t Thursday… …May I present a smallish sampling of things I’ve learned about myself? On Speech: Turns out, I abbreviate and nickname a LOT. When my sister asked if something needed to happen and I responded with “potenstsh,” a vehement “IALLY” came from the 4 year-old in the other room. The little guys have also started referring to {Read More}
And we’ve listened to Life Is A Highway 89 times. Today.
July 29, 2010 By 1 Comment
My daughter is currently snoozing upstairs. Sleepin’ the sleep of the completely stoked. The slightly bewildered. The most definitely over-fed. Let’s backtrack a tad. On Tuesday morning, Peej dropped Nora and I off at O’Hare, the Airport Where Dreams Go To Die. I had decided to wake her up a bit earlier than normal for our 8:30am flight…only to find that she was already awake, happily waving at me over the rail of her crib. Subsequently, she was ready for {Read More}
He did put a ring on it.
July 26, 2010 By 4 Comments
See this girl on the right? That’s Annie. And she’s getting married. She also happens to be one of my very favorite people in the whole world. On top of that, she’s moving shortly to the land of Angeles and will no longer reside in the windiest of Midwestern towns. All of these facts combined explain why I threw her a bridal shower and bachelorette this past weekend. And tried to make them the best ones ever. (Also, why does spell check {Read More}
Sounds like all we do is watch TV and fail to sleep.
July 22, 2010 By 5 Comments
I looked at the clock this a.m. with a sense of pride. 7:30. It wasn’t even eight o’clock yet and I had already: woken up (a big deal), fed the baby, bathed the baby, re-rinsed the baby (she had some Cheerios in ear-like places…and one right square on her cheek- my bad), decided against rinsing myself (yep, that took time), cleaned the first floor bathroom and half-heartedly done the dishes. As I got Nora ready for her first nap of the day, {Read More}
I may actually still be in transit. And/or Indiana.
July 19, 2010 By 6 Comments
Weekend trips can really teach you a lot. Like about the importance of deep breaths.For example. Try this li’l exercise:After watching your husband toss a few outfits into a duffel bag the night before the trip, try-a) packing your own stuff, b) the baby’s stuff, c) healthy-ish meals for the baby, d) junk food for the husband/self/baby if she’s feeling really quick, e) items forgotten by one’s husband, f) things the kiddo needs- but still needs for the a.m nap, g) new outfit for the baby {Read More}
Put THAT in your system.
July 15, 2010 By 11 Comments
The Census is convinced that there are multiple families residing here. Like, slightly psychotic ex-girlfriend convinced. (“Are you sure there’s no one else? I saw you out with someone.” “Uh, that was my sister.”) There is nothing I can do to alleviate their suspicions- or, more rudely, to get them to leave us the heck alone. We filled out the initial Census form. Promptly. We had a few self-congratulatory moments acknowledging how on top of things we were. Sure, we have {Read More}
Now you’re thinking about the taco spoon, aren’t you?
July 12, 2010 By 5 Comments
There’s something quite special about waking up on a Monday morning- and feeling like you’re already way behind. Here’s the problem: On the weekends, I like to play this game called I Have No Responsibility. It’s true. I don’t know where this bad habit came from. I’ve never in my life had more to do on the weekends and have never been better at disregarding it. It’s strange. Most weekend mornings, Peej and Nora let me sleep in ’til the 7 {Read More}
