You have hit the drooly, gnawing stage, and it is adorable. You have just learned to bring your hands to your mouth, and you can sort of hold things, so now you sort of hold things in your mouth. You often choke, and look pretty annoyed about choking, but you don’t know enough to move…
Yen
I page through pictures from a trip we took to Missoula four years ago. Or was it five? In them, I am four/five years younger – two children lighter. I do not yet wear a wedding ring. While we were there, we had a cocktail party to meet my friend’s friends. We went to a…
Plop
I keeled over. I am the Maritime Journal’s bitch. My eyes are red, my head is swimming, and I’m 81 footnotes into a 212-footnote article edit. BLARG. I’ll be glad when it’s tomorrow, and this is done.
They Say It’s My Birthday
Still sick. Still busy. Too busy to write much. Except – Happy Birthday to me! I am taking a few hours out of my day this evening to do something as yet unnamed with the husband. He’s got something in mind, I think. Otherwise it will be a harried day on no sleep. Up at…
A Missive from the Diseased
It’s the beginning of a very busy week, and I have just caught a terrible cold. Both boys have it, too. The only thing sadder than an exhausted toddler half-heartedly crying in the night because he wishes he could stop coughing and go to sleep, is an exhausted newborn trying hard to breathe through a…