Category Childhood
Brushes With Fame
I am a giddy schoolgirl when it comes to celebrities. I don’t care what they’re famous for: I am the same blithering idiot whether it’s Snooki or Madeleine Albright. When I am in close proximity to them, I get a little stupid. So you can imagine how difficult it was for me to resist the […]
The Other Side: Notes on the Second Month
Can you even believe I had planned on posting three times last week? I so silly. HA. I seem to have momentarily forgotten about the whole I-have-a-baby-now thing. I’ve been busy trying to map out Miss C’s schedule, not to be confused with forcing her into a schedule. That would be the most fruitless endeavor […]
In Heaven
We remember a lot more of our early childhoods than we give ourselves credit for. When my mom was here meeting Miss C awhile back, she asked me what my first memory was, and I immediately thought of my brother’s birth when I was 3 1/2 and how he “gave” me a Barbie and a […]
Miss C Emulates Gregor Samsa
Last night I had a bad dream. The sad thing about it is that I know that it will eventually be real. In my dream I awoke like I do most mornings around 5:30 or 6 and went to the baby. In my dream, though, she wasn’t a little lump swaddled and sweetly sleeping in […]
Tales of the World: Just Saying No
For the first installment of Tales of the World for Miss C, check out this post. When my friend Kendra visited Miss C and me last week, we got to reminiscing as old friends are prone to do about our days in elementary and middle school. She is probably my only real remaining friend from […]
The Other Side: Notes on the First Month
Powered by some high octane coffee and Miss C’s morning power nap, I am now going to attempt to hammer out some comments on this, the eve of her one-month birthday. (I know?! ONE MONTH, right?!) I am IN LOVE. Obvious, I know, but I can’t help but shout from the rooftops how much I […]
Gratitude
I have the best besfrinn in the world. Sometimes it seems like the honorific “best friend” is phased out of people’s vocabulary as they get older, but I will always call her my besfrinn because that is exactly who she is to me, and no amount of years can change that. Cameron and I met […]
Tales of the World: Bad Dates
As I sit here with my teeny little gal, gazing at her teeny little nose, hearing her teeny little sounds, and beaming at her teeny little smiles, I am reminded that this place where she is right now is ohso temporary and therefore extremely precious. I love her smallness more and more each day, but […]
Walking Mad Libs
I have a confession to make: the reason we decided to have a baby is so our lives can be a walking game of Mad Libs, which is possibly the best game ever. No, really. I will sacrifice myself to dirty diapers, $8,000 braces, and parent/teacher conferences if, every so often, my child just walks […]
In Praise of Glasses
In February 1995, a very important discovery was made as I rode home with my mom for dinner. Trees have leaves. And you can see them. Like, from far away. I had just been outfitted with my first pair of glasses and it was love. (Yeah, the “first sight” kind. Har Har.) I didn’t need […]
The Waiting 