Classic text from Anastasia while driving home: “Whit locked himself in the 3rd floor bathroom and I cannot get him out.” And a picture of the two of them uncharacteristically smiling in each others’ presence. The other 99.5% of the time they are ripping each others’ eyes out and drawing blood however they can.This picture [...]
He is a lover AND a fighter, this guy. Walking into my room in the middle of the night (hello, I miss the crib already) to say “I love you, mummy” and then screaming bloody murder while throwing cereal at the breakfast table.
We went to the dentist today. As we arrived I was reprimanded for having a cup of coffee and had to stand in the hall outside the waiting room (I realize that that “had to” reflects my addiction, thank you). I felt ineffably proud of Grace as I watched her through a glass door – [...]
Playlist from run today Send Me On My Way – Rusted RootI Kissed a Girl – Katy PerryAmie – Pure Prairie LeagueIt’s Amazing – JemPrivate Dancer – Tina Turner4 Minutes – Justin Timberlake & MadonnaThe Heart of the Matter – India.Arie9 to 5 – Dolly PartonCome on Over – Jessica SimpsonAll I Wanna Do – [...]
Last week I had an animated email exchange with Kathryn about building a work wardrobe. I realized in my response how fully I’ve come to rely on a uniform when dressing for work – really, when dressing, period. It’s one of those things that the women’s magazines (which I read copiously and faithfully, in all [...]
Yesterday morning I took Grace and Whit to Buttonwood Zoo in New Bedford. It was a crystalline blue-sky, 82 degree day: perfect. They ran around, looked at the animals, rode the little train, took pony rides (Grace took two because Whit, in a rare fit of anxiety, didn’t want to go), had chicken nuggets and [...]
A lovely afternoon in Marion. Grace, Whit and I arrived around 1:45 and set up shop. I read my Google Reader for an hour while they ran around naked in a sprinkler in the back yard. Then we headed to Annie’s (Parlow Mill Farm, a local farm where my mother gets vegetables weekly) to pick [...]
This bureau was mine growing up at 33 Lexington Avenue. It was a yard sale purchase, never really worked well (the drawers would stick, and the bottoms fell out of several of them). I painted it yellow when I was pregnant with Grace, put it in the nursery, and this morning I took it downstairs [...]
As I have painstakingly documented on this blog, I have trouble with transitions. With the passage of time (with a birthday coming up you can expect this theme to start crescendoing). Whit’s bunkbeds are arriving on Tuesday next week. That means his days in a crib are numbered. Yes, I know: he’s 3.5 and still [...]
