The other day during breakfast, I asked Stella to name her favorite animal. She sat there for a minute, with her brow furrowed and finger perched on her lips, obviously in deep thought. Stella then perked up and exclaimed, "MEERKATS!" We saw them at The Woodland Park Zoo a couple weeks ago. Honestly, I expected… Continue reading Broken glasses, stained clothes, and other infuriating non-issues.
Our train, still rumbling through New Glassesville, jumped the track a couple days ago. Stella took an impressive spill in one of her signature, glorious full-sprint to flat-out moments. The temples got bent out of whack. I bent them back into approximate place. That marked the beginning of a new wave of resistance. I'd put… Continue reading Adjusting
So, we're dealing with what shall be known as "The Great Glasses Adjustment of 2010" (also referred to as "Operation Straight Eyes") when at some point last night, Stella developed a cold, and some jerk broke into my humble tan sedan. Probably at the same time. I somehow left my now stolen iPhone (which I… Continue reading What the crap.
Cody, Stella and I were all over at Cooper's house the other day while his parents enjoyed a date night, an event that Cooper (Stella's best bud and play-date companion) refers to as an "update," which really makes sense if you think about two parents going out and spending time together away from their one-year-old.… Continue reading Put me back together.
I've been hearing that many are concerned about Stella and wondering what's up with her big blue eyes. To be honest, I keep sitting down to write about it, only to bail out and head directly to gossip blogs or pediatric eye health websites. The latter are now just as addictive as the former--but thankfully… Continue reading Eye on Stella: Strabismus Watch 2010 Continues
This is part of a new segment I'm calling "Eye on Stella: Strabismus Watch 2010." Sorry. I just thought that was kind of funny. And I'm running with any humor I can find these days. The ER, whose job it is to save lives and not provide conclusive diagnoses, called Stella's condition "convergence spasms." A… Continue reading No acute abnormalities.
Neither Stella nor I are particularly dainty. Except when Stella runs on her toes, which is quite graceful and precious. (I do it, too, even when playing basketball, but it doesn't have the same effect.) She looks like a tiny fairy ballerina prancing about, excitedly granting wishes, instead of a toddler, running around wreaking havoc.… Continue reading Unladylike ladies
How can a mere misplaced item spark such rage? This morning, I could not find: My boots. The ones I wear all the time. Eventually found them in the front closet with the rest of our shoes. I'm pretty sure Cody put them away just to mess with me. Stella's right shoe. It was nowhere… Continue reading All is not lost.
I remember one day, having been home from college for a brief stint, my mother, who is a pretty wonderful kick-ass character, sensed that I was not doing so well. She drove me back to school, and as I reluctantly got out of the car, she suddenly put her hand on my arm and said,… Continue reading What would my mom and Kevin Garnett do?
You know Nervous Nelly and Debbie Downer. But have you met Anxious Amber? I've found that anxiety is a worthy and conniving foe. We've battled it out for years and so far, it hasn't defeated me. But, as is required for proper tension in any comic book or superhero flick, it does get the best… Continue reading Why I haven’t written in so long