Add crying to our bedtime routine. Here we are, yet again. As of last night, daddy does bath, potty, teeth, books and bottles, and another potty. Then at 6:30-ish Jonah gets into the crib. “Lay DOW-UNN,” he says — no…
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and then I taught him existential angst
I’m guilty. A few times, I said it. And he picks it up in that way that he does. He’d be crying, fighting me on something: a diaper change, buckling into the car seat, something. Locked in a battle of…
where do you go to relax?
I’m currently hiding out in a Whole Foods. I’ve been here since 2:15. Escaped the house while the boy was napping and the nanny in effect. Grocery shopping is so astonishingly relaxing for me. Some days, when Jonah is fussy,…
must have more
Well, we finally have achieved sign language. Yesterday, after I read a requested “Book!” he said “Moooureh” and made the little two birds kissing sign with his hands. So that’s it folks. The boy has learned how to sign and…
my awesomeness cannot be contained
Thank you everyone for the encouragement to be the me that I be. In the spirit of those boots (which I am not yet wearing because we are at present in some controversy over sizing — see below) yesterday I…
am i too old to rock these boots?
Dude. These boots are serious. Stomper girl. Biker girl. Coffee house barrista girl with tattoos and a Betty Page haircut serious. Super comfortable, too. But am I just too old? I’m 39, creeping up on 40. Boots like this need…
save handmade toys and clothes: action needed
I’m not much of a causes girl. Signing petitions, sending letters to congress/senate people, not usually my thing. But this? The very same people who protect us from lead in painted toys (or try to) and phthalates in plastic toys…