And yet, our love for Thomas is not over.
This week, I bought Jonah a new pair of Crocs. The last time we bought him Crocs was his first shoe store shopping trip ever, with Aunt Jenny. At Happy Feet in Alameda. On January 8, 2010. A year and a half ago.
I surprised . . . → Read More: it’s not over until the Thomas jibbitz sings
Again with the weeks between posts. What is going on???
Excuse, the first: I’ve been working.
As a professional writer/editor, I find that my blogging mojo gets zapped when I am using my powers for good in other areas. Been working on brochures, websites, donor appeal letters, newsletters, magazines, and online dating profiles. But not . . . → Read More: joy, pain, sunshine, (no) rain
It’s husband of Julie/father of Jonah, Scott, writing today. Julie asked me to fill you in on Jonah’s Halloween costume this year, and I’m happy to oblige because I’m so freaking proud of this thing, frankly, I’m surprised the Letterman show hasn’t called yet.
So it’s been clear for some time that . . . → Read More: guest post: did your dad make that for you? – by jonah’s dad
Today I screamed at Jonah until he cried.
We were leaving the house, in the car, having just said goodbye to daddy.
Daddy had seen a scrap of wood on the floor and as he was about to close the car door, he picked up that scrap and took it with him.
We pulled away.
. . . → Read More: more tantrums
Motherhood has not been easy for me. There’s a long list of things I feel guilty about, and he’s only almost 3.
I am particularly aghast at his twice-a-day “syrup milk” habit – milk mixed with maple syrup. He calls it his “morning beverage” as in, we all have our morning beverages, daddy = coffee . . . → Read More: a surprisingly good day (galactic tantrums included)
Mavis’ secret love nest has been found.
I should explain that a while back, we had been experiencing Mavis’ disappearances, growing to 24 hours at a time, just before we installed the girls in their new coop – a larger space where they could be kept for the bulk of the day. . . . → Read More: 16 eggs and my heart
(Note: One word of not-genteel language may appear in this post — more than once. Adjust your screen, browser, expectations, whatnot, accordingly.)
Today Jonah had his other first day of preschool. We already went through the first day back in January where I’d packed his lunch and taken pictures, and we know how that turned . . . → Read More: dee-ay-emm-emm-eye-tee
So, first we had no rail to prevent him from rolling out of bed. Then we had the Pilates bolster which sort of worked though it looked dicey at best and he was quite crowded in there, what with having also appropriated the body pillow that was originally on the floor next to the bed . . . → Read More: the third rail