LB has a lot of books. This is great, in theory, because I love me some kid books. I love that I can actually finish a book in a decent amount of time (five minutes? seven?) and get all warm and fuzzy because Clifford finds a friend to play with or Curious George finds the bunny. I’m not a third grade reader, I just wish I was.
This was not the post I wanted to write today. No, that’s more of a public (er.. pubic) service announcement. Instead, what I wanted to say was….
Today LB and I had a fantastic day. Today we got to meet someone I’ve known for over a year. Someone who moved from Kentucky to Seattle six months before we moved up, has the same age toddler, the same freakin’ car, and probably about every other minute detail of life (oh! Like her birthday is a few days after mine) in common with me. She’s... Read more
The She Child just stripped naked and peed everywhere.
TAKE THAT, MOMMY! Nap, HA! I PEE in the face of The Nap!
I’m currently listening to Sara McLachlan’s Christmas Album as loud as possible and ignoring her jumping in her crib.
I am Merry! I have CHEER!
I am buying seven feet of duct tape.Read more
I just went back up to LB’s room where I expected her to be sleeping. Scratch that, where I wanted her to be sleeping but had my doubts by the “thump thump thump” I suspected was coming from her room. I opened the door, ever so slightly, and saw my toddler’s little hiney shining in the crack of light streaming through her room. “LB!” I open the door further to see her butt naked crouching in the corner of her stripped crib.
Apparently she pulled the sheet off, unzipped her footy PJs and pulled off her diaper. When I walked in she was huddled in... Read more
Five years ago we we stood on Mt. Constitution on Orcas Island in front of our four best friends and said we would.
FIve years ago we took each other for best friends and lovers.
Five years ago we made 12 years of friendship official.
I’d do it all over again.
OH MAH GAH, people! Dial-up? Frickin’ SLOW. Like opening scene from Office Space / Old Man in a Walker / traffic jam slow. Who the hell designed my site with all these fun extra bits to take FORFUCKINGEVER to load? Oh, right. My bad.
So lemme get ya up to speed. (As fast as I can on DIAL UP. Buckle up! We may hit five miles an hour.) Started a new job yesterday. (For some reason I feel the need to abbreviate my sentences even though *you* are not on dial up and can read a perfectly long paragraph no problem.) (p.s. I will stop over using parenthesis.) (No I... Read more
Is that the going rate for “getting the crap out of your brain and in to the Universe” these days? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure my Shrink makes around a hundred dollars an hour. Well, maybe not my HMO appointed Shrink, but maybe your Shrink.
I was able to write, finally, about what I was feeling because yesterday was a much better day. I’ll be teaching again starting next week and LB will be going to a preschool up the road for two hours twice a week. That’s... Read more
I suffered from Postpartum Depression after having LB two years ago. I spoke of it, at times, here on my blog but always in a past-tense tone. “I had postpartum depression,” “I got help,” “I’m ok now.” And it’s true. I did have it. I did get help. And I was ok for a long time.
I remember being in Borders when LB was two months old. I went searching for books on Post Partum Depression and found disappointedly little. Brooke Sheild’s Read more
My Grandfather’s sister, Marcella, lives in San Antonio. I grew up in Houston so we’d go there every so often and Uncle Charles would tell us about the pecan trees in his backyard and Aunt Marcy would make us pecan pie and we’d eat brisket and mash potatoes. It was always cooler in San Antonio than when we left Houston and the adults would talk about humidity while my sister and I did cartwheel and handstands in the yard. I have this memory etched in my brain from a variety of visits spanning years and years. It was always the same.
After we moved to the North... Read more
It’s really obvious that my daughter is her father’s kid. I knew it from the 20 week ultrasound where we got a profile shot and realized she had her daddy’s pug nose. (Incedentally, this did not keep me from having dreams that she was a black baby four feet long when I birthed her.) The first thing we noticed when we saw her, just minutes old, was her olive skin tone and perfectly shaped mouth, all thanks to Daddy. She was perfect. She was everything you’d see if you pictured Mr. Flinger as a little girl. With hair.
This bothered me somewhat as all I got to... Read more