Wednesday, January 28, 2009
“Why are we doing this again?” “She needs to learns to sleep independently. The book says.” “Why does she need to learn this again? I forget. “Well…” “I mean she’s not independent with anything else?” “I…I…dunno. I forget too.” Beat. “Let’s go pick her up.” “Yeah. Good idea.”
Elsie has a new friend. Her name is Sophie le Giraffe. And she happens to be the number one selling toy in France. We’re all feeling very chic and bilingual. Not to mention, Sophie is extremely suckable. Sophie, you can stay for dinner any time. We have fish pie on Tuesdays. If you’re still in [...]
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Elsie had a moment today with a stranger. A stranger-woman. A woman who was a stranger, and most definitely not her mama. It all started while I was drinking my coffee and balancing Elsie on my lap as I am wont to do. Suddenly Elsie is not looking at me. She is enamored with this [...]
Mama and Elsie cuddling on the bed. Mama thinking how lovely is this girl. Eyes close and they drift into slumber. The sweetness of being together. Mama hears a sound. Oh okay, Elsie’s bringing up a little milk. Dab, dab on sweet lips. Oh okay, Elsie’s projectile vomiting everything she just ate in one supersonic [...]
Here’s a photo I found of our bedroom. A flub between shots of Elsie. But I kind of like it. And I thought we all needed a break from pictures of Elsie’s head—sweet as it is. Let’s go on a little tour. How might Simon and Rebecca’s bedroom have changed with the arrival of baby? [...]
Friday, September 26, 2008
For the week of September 21-27: WHAT I’M READING: Five issues of Brain, Child (a cool parenting magazine my sister-in-law sent us) simultaneously. I have them spread out around the apartment, so they’re easily accessible while I feed my ravenous child. I gotta stay sharp. I’ve heard the “mommy” brain softens rapidly from lack of [...]
We lingered in bed while Byron was waiting patiently at the lab for his mentor! But these are the last days of lingering. And we are relishing falling asleep in each other’s arms without a baby waiting in the wings. Poor, poor waiting Byron. Little does Byron know he has an enemy—Simon’s wife, doing everything [...]
Dear Elsie, Daddy carried a dresser on his back in your honor. We found it in the University Family Housing trash. An excellent find that we are going to use as your change table, Kitten. Are you thrilled? Unfortunately, it wouldn’t fit in the car. And don’t think we didn’t try from every angle. Cause [...]
Dear Elsie, Mama loves breakfast. I hope you will love it too, and we will have lots of intimate brunches together. Daddy will make us amaranth pancakes, and I will read us breakfast poetry. I will have to read pretty loud, ’cause Daddy and I like to blare Lucinda Williams or Kathleen Edwards over break. [...]
