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…
Category: don’t panic
one of the pluses of being up in the middle of the night
is that I get to toddle about the internet and find out that Mayberry Mom has put an elegant twist on the most recent meme-go-round. It helps that I (brilliantly) moved my laptop from the bedroom last night (hard to…
cat, knitting, bones, continued (worry optional)
One reason I haven’t posted in the last day-and-a-half: You may remember where this sweater was a while back: I’d finished the hood before the boy arrived, but sleeves and button placket seemed an utter impossibility. Between the sheer effort…
vaccination and new baby clothes
Who has time to read the whole book? I read the last four chapters. Well, skimmed. Enough to gather that I should be worried about aluminum in vaccines, and enough to find the two schedules the doc recommends — one…
new day, new baby
The baby of today bears little or no resemblance to Thursday’s child. Could you tell that yesterday’s post ended abruptly? I was going to write all about breaking down, but was too tired and broke down to tell the story.…
this post had a lot of different titles
… as I wrote it in my head throughout the day. For example, right now, it should be called “de-lurk before i do something drastic,” as I have just found out that at least one blogger has declared this national…
arsenic hour
Apparently this is a known phenomenon. The early evening hour — that time when parents are just getting home, kids are melting down, and you’d like to either take arsenic or dispense it. Ha. Ha. I melt down like clockwork…
stretch marks on my heart
The day is a blur, am in a sleepless haze. Pretty sure the hormones have dropped too, like the floor dropping out of those centrifugal force rides at the carnival, or a bouncy swing being unplugged. (Not that we’ve set…