This is what happens when one loses the lynch pin of one’s wardrobe. All color hell breaks loose. Matters not to him of course. He just keeps on swingin’:
. . . → Read More: color un-coordinated
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This is what happens when one loses the lynch pin of one’s wardrobe. All color hell breaks loose. Matters not to him of course. He just keeps on swingin’: . . . → Read More: color un-coordinated Things seem to be back to normal around here, so, as I was saying… * * * Food for thought: Over a lunch of Moroccan lamb sausages, beef/rice/allspice/raisin stuffing, and salad today, Scott asks: “Do you think it would have worked out between us if I had been a vegetarian?” * . . . → Read More: carnivores, haircut There’s so much I want to share. Pictures of his first professional haircut. The funny thing Scott said this morning. Not to mention how I’ve lost my categories and archives lists on the left. My blog is broken. There’s a memory error and I can’t fix it. I’ve had 3 conversations with Blue Host, but . . . → Read More: blog broken Today Jonah had his first trip to the “Little Farm.” We’ll have to go again at least one more time, because his father wasn’t with us. But we’ll probably go more often than that because he loved it. He kicked his legs and giggled and sucked in little joyful sucks of air and cooed at . . . → Read More: joy and sorrow We lost the hat. The most excellent lid. His signature piece. This time, it’s gone for good. Dear internets, please help us find another one? Anyone out there have a brown Gap bucket hat they want to sell? Size 6-12 months. Sigh. Dear Jonah, Last night, at bedtime, you laid in your crib and screamed FOR AN HOUR. How does that happen? Well, as far as we can tell, you woke up at 5 a.m. yesterday, and just flat-out wouldn’t nap all day long. Oh, except for two 20-minute-ish post-nursing snoozes on my lap. You were happy . . . → Read More: sleep, ad nauseum It was a day when he’d napped for two whole hours. Waking around 12:30 p.m. in dare-I-say? a delightful mood. Diaper change, sit in the living room. What will we do next? Oh, lunch probably. And then it starts. Like a hiccup, but no hic. -cup, -cup, -cup. His little body rhythmically convulsing, a slightly . . . → Read More: just breathe I can’t seem to get a picture of the haircut that even shows it’s a haircut. He looks the same. Basically. Here are my attempts. Right after wet combing: After toppling over (note we now put him in the pack n play for safer toppling): Note also the rakish appearance. From his . . . → Read More: oh, phooey |
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