I wanted, by the way, to say hi how are ya, thanks for reading. I’ve gotten lots of comments from new folks lately, and it makes me happy. I mean, without you this is just a journal. These musings are consciously shared with a wider audience, and I like it when my audience pokes their…
Category: Alabama
Field Day
Craig and I went to Jack’s school Field Day yesterday. It was a gorgeous spring day in the South – clear blue skies, temps in the low 80s. I strapped Craig into the ergo baby carrier, put a blanket over his exposed skin (but failed to put sunblock on my own . . . DUH),…
Springtime
We have landed in the season of the year when Jack was born. What a beautiful time that was – April in North Carolina. During that 2008 maternity leave I would have lunch at a patio table in our backyard, holding him in my lap; take him on long walks through the neighborhood; nurse him…
Mardi Blahs
My facebook feed is equally full of (1) pictures of Mardi Gras revels, and (2) the woeful sorrow of my former law classmates who left New Orleans and wish they were partying on Fat Tuesday. I fall into the latter camp, and I submit that it is particularly cruel to be a Mardi-phile who lives…
Craig and His Mother
Aaaaah, the fourth trimester. Semantically, the minute Craig gazed into the face of my OB and breathed, he turned from a fetus into a baby – but actually, aside from the breathing and the eating, he is still pretty much a fetus. The switch from fetus to baby is a much slower, more organic process…