Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

48 hours you have fussed, grunted, wiggled, and resisted sleep. If I put you down, you wail, but when I hold you, you wiggle. When dad holds you, you also wail, so it’s been all Mom, all the time. This afternoon, dad could tell by the look on my face that I needed a break…

Your eyelashes have grown in much thicker, cutie, and you really are starting to grow into your own person instead of generic newborn. You have recently started smiling at us, and it kills me! I love that smile, it takes up your whole face. Your eyes turn into sunny half circles, your cheeks rise practically…

Paradoxically, as your development speeds up and you get more interesting, I am writing less and less about it. But here goes. Liam was born recently, and you were kind of a terror for a very brief amount of time, and now you’re wonderful again. Really, you are such a jolly little boy, and don’t…

I’m sleepy because of you, my darling, so I’m not even going to attempt to be prosy or cutesy or structured. Stream of consciousness, here we go! Your birth story I’ve detailed elsewhere, and I’m so glad I wrote the thing the day after you were born, because it’s been non stop since then. From…

We were sitting in front of the t.v. fanning ourselves at about 7pm tonight when suddenly everything clicked off.  The power was out.  Woe.  I thought fearfully of a night without AC, of my freezer full of carefully cooked meals dribbling juices out the door in a big savory mess, and worse – of spending…