art, astute, anarchy

Today it’s three, three, three posts in one: ART I’m sitting in my bedroom, meditating. Scott is on Jonah duty. It’s morning, so that involves light surveillance while making coffee, breakfast. I hear a prolonged series of thudding, scratching noises…

happy 18 months, boo!

Dear Jonah, As I type this, you are sitting on my lap, even though I vowed to minimize your exposure to video screens until age 3. No matter. You aren’t interested in the screen. You’re playing with a tiny hand-painted…

wonderful guitar

Am aghast at how long it’s been since last posting. As amends, another video. Some explanations: I’m pretty sure his hair is just wet and not actually scraggly. When he says “Goodbye Guitar” he is referring to the song we…

improvements

Just a note to check in and let anyone who is still following our sleep travails know that the latest technique change is working. At the end of our newly refined routine, he’s down to about 45 seconds of Mommy…

crying

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…