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One must give credit where credit is due. Today this man (in no particular order): Changed the light bulb in the bathroom; calmly held my hand while I panicked during the turbulent parts of our flight; juggled and stacked and wheeled around three large pieces of luggage plus the pack ‘n’ play, a big box . . . → Read More: my amazing husband He’s made leaps and bounds this week while I have been backsliding on the blogging. Not an ideal combination. But not surprising since developmental leaps are usually accompanied by a breaking-up of baby’s sleep patterns, right? That’s what we drone to each other as he wakes up and cries throughout the night lo these last . . . → Read More: falling behind as the boy advances Dear readers, Remember when Jonah was new, and I was just learning how to breastfeed, and he cried all the time, and it turned out he was starving? Re-live the glory of that post at Blog Nosh, a fantastic new online magazine that features (dare I include myself) best-of posts from the archives of fabulous . . . → Read More: nosherai I’ve always loved to sing. Whether I am actually any good at it is debatable. I did get in to the chorus in grammar school, but when I tried to audition for one of the soprano sections (mezzo?), I kind of made a fool of myself, missing the notes. The problem was that alto, the . . . → Read More: it’s coo-coo cool Today, when we walked into the nursery to greet Jonah from his morning nap, he was sitting up in his crib to receive us, smiling. This is extraordinary because he’s never gone from lying down to sitting up on his own, ever. We don’t know how he got there. Mother In Law thinks maybe he . . . → Read More: sitting and talking As in, I’m a mom. I’m human. And I make mistakes. Today, I made a big’un. And before I go any further into this story let me say: The boy is FINE. Does turning your back on your baby long enough for him to flip over off the changing table pad and onto the floor, . . . → Read More: joining the mom-an race Because of facebook, I’ve reconnected with old high school friends, even ones with whom I may never share a single in-person conversation in our lives again, and in this way gained the status of only one degree of separation from a bevy of Hollywood celebrities (thanks to a particularly successful former pal who does P.R. . . . → Read More: the surreal life This weekend, despite the fact that we HAD NOT budgeted for such an event to occur (and now that we have a fancy Financial Counselor whom we have to report to every two weeks, this is no small thing) — we went on a date. A real date, to a movie, with dinner beforehand. And . . . → Read More: date night and o’s |
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