Sometimes it was so soft, it was barely a whisper. More like an out breath. Tiptoeing past his lips as he held them for a long time in position, rounded open; with a little bit of a glottal kick to get it out the door:
Lunch at Chez Panisse. At first, the boy is sleeping. We get as far as the oysters, six, on a bed of ice, champagne and shallot mignonette, how can anything taste so salty and delicate and slippery-sweet?
“I can’t believe they are already over,” Scott says.
The boy is stirring in the bucket. I rest . . . → Read More: not so still lifes
Before you ask… NO, that is not my husband in the storm trooper costume. This was also my first comic book convention and I have to admit that the . . . → Read More: baby’s firsts: high culture and art
Newer readers of this blog may have missed earlier mentions. Here are a few posts that refer:
knowing and not knowing yet
a-ha moment
babycare class
She doesn’t use the term. She calls herself a holistic healer. But she is a trained chiropractor, uses a “non-force” technique that . . . → Read More: how right she is
I was driving to pick up take-out Vietnamese food and talking on the cell phone with friend Jenny who informed me about the eclipse that was happening RIGHT THEN.
I was too tired to bother.
After that lovely start to the day, things went south fast. Our toilet exploded water and, er… stuff all over . . . → Read More: eclipsed
Last night the boy slept 7 straight hours. SEVEN!!! And then nursed a bit, and slept for 3 more!!!
This morning he is all smiles and gurgles and yet more present than he’s ever been. Scott says his head looks bigger. Still proportionate, but bigger, yes.
Once again, I’ve been foiled by hope. I really need to stop expecting things to change on a schedule. Certainly it feels like an accomplishment to have gotten this far. 12 weeks, woo hoo!
But as it always happens, as soon as I hit what seems like it should be a milestone of some kind, . . . → Read More: 12 weeks and all is almost well
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