Archive for July, 2008
yesterday, tv was such an easy game to play
I was going to write in my post yesterday about how I’d finally caved. Yesterday I did the thing I never thought I’d do. I put the boy in the Baby Einstein jumper thingy, and stuck him in front of the TV with a Baby Einstein DVD.
I stayed nearby and said things like “Wow, look [...]
Posted by calm mama on Thursday, July 31st, 2008 at 6:44 pm in don't panic | 4 Comments »
signs of aging and how j.c. penny missed its target in my case
Have you seen the commercial? J.C. Penny is selling teen clothes by appropriating famous scenes and dance moves from The Breakfast Club, to a cover version of Don’t You (Forget About Me).
There’s nothing like a baaaaad cover version of a favorite song from your teen years by an unknown band to make you feel old. [...]
Posted by calm mama on Wednesday, July 30th, 2008 at 10:15 pm in baby baby baby, just me | 2 Comments »
blog, dammit
There seems to be some controversy over the word dammit and it’s hurting our new friend Maggie who just wants to earn a little ad revenue. We’d like to start a let-Maggie-run-blogher-ads write-in campaign, but don’t really know how to go about it, or have the oomph to follow through. If you have an idea, [...]
Posted by calm mama on Tuesday, July 29th, 2008 at 8:47 pm in baby baby baby, bloggy love, blogher08, feeding, recipes, recommendations | 5 Comments »
blog identity crisis
“That’s why you haven’t been posting as much lately,” Leila says when I tell her that I’m in the midst of.
That’s one of the reasons. I mean, also, I’ve been ill. And insecure about my life choices. You know…
I’ve written before about my concern about blogging the bad days, the days when my brain is [...]
Posted by calm mama on Saturday, July 26th, 2008 at 1:01 pm in blogher08, just me | 25 Comments »
fabulous day on lakeshore with baby (minimal whining)
The whining is all me. I am sick. Sick, I tell you. Not in the head. But as in head cold. Sneeeeeeeezy, runnnnnnny nose, waaaaaaaatery eyes. It’s miseeeeerrrrrabbbble. Seriously. And my face is raw, sandpapered raw from tissues/toilet paper/napkins, the range of any old things that I am wont to use to wipe my nose. [...]