My Littlest is six weeks old tomorrow. I (sort of) took the full week off before his Thursday birth – forced out of the office by ice and snow starting Tuesday. I’ve been gone from my office for six weeks. Therefore, in typical American (white collar) workforces, I’d be back into my third day of…
Lily Pads
As much as I know you’d all love to read about how tired I am after five weeks of multiple night time wakeups, including last night where he woke fussing at least once every hour . . . I thought I’d go a different way for today’s post. The concept of “lily pads” is something…
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…
My Last Baby
Yesterday on facebook I posted a link to a little blog post that waxed nostalgic for the “last baby.” “Every one of his firsts is also your last – your last first smile, your last first step, your last first word.” etc. etc. It’s that little bit of sentimental torture to which I am particularly…
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…