He is up to my knee already. I used to lay him across my forearm – bum in palm, head in the crook of my elbow, nuzzled in close and sleeping. That seems like yesterday, but it wasn’t. In point of fact, yesterday he picked up Jack’s pirate hat, whacked it on his head, and…
Category: The Canine
Home
Laundry, in piles of darks, lights. The AC competes with the constant warm hum of the dryer. The cat, alone these past three weeks, does figure eights around our legs, meowing indignantly. Liam goes after her, giggling. She meanders away (he is very slow). The boys descend upon the toys they’d left behind. We…
The New Mother
I lose a lot of hair from day to day. It ends up on my clothes, in the shower, in drifts on the bathroom floor. It’s a constant blanketing of long brown hairs that is a ROYAL PAIN to keep up with. Yes I should cut it. But my husband claims to like long hair –…
One Week Report
***Mom did fine. After an overnight stay, she’s home and healing up. Sarai is also fine. Everyone’s healthy and well this morning.*** On Sunday, August 12th, the Professor and I stepped into our Matrix with an old green towel, some mapquest directions, and a check. Two hours later I was in a farmhouse kitchen trying…
WW Post
I only have one in me today. Check out my Wonder Woman blog post – it’s about fear, wooly spiders, and Ovid’s Metamorphoses, if you can handle it. And also? He sleeps under the green chair with just his little butt sticking out. He kills me.