I just watched Babies. Finally! And I cried a lot. Did anyone else have that reaction? Must be because I had severe anxiety from the moment Stella was born. Seeing sweet, simple moments from the four babies' early months made me wish I'd been less insane and better able to enjoy Stella's. Even in the… Continue reading I cry more than the babies in “Babies”
Am I the only mom who waffles more than IHOP? I have a feeling the answer is no, but I had to ask. Because there are days when Stella and I are in a groove, the house is cluttered but not too messy, we have an deeeeelightful outing to Gymboree or the library, Stella sets… Continue reading Today’s menu: Waffling
Babies and toddlers are social magnets. Compliments zing through the air to make their way to you. Strangers swoon in your direction. Silly commentary slides along the sidewalk and lands at your feet. It warms my heart to see people react in an open and friendly way to Stella and all children for that matter. … Continue reading Boots for standing up in
In our pre-Stella existence, with all our disposable income and endless free time, most of which was spent dining out, Cody and I faithfully attended Bumbershoot. My favorite performance by far was Public Enemy, though we saw a lot of big names along with some fabulous unknowns and rising stars. To us, the festival was… Continue reading The unnameable, rambling post about mommy blogging, growing up, and all that is sacred about parenting, with a special shout-out to Oprah, Heather Armstrong, and Stephanie Nielson. The end.
Stella's Auntie Corinne (my youngest sister) and Uncle Colin (the duo also known as "C squared") flew in from Boston for a few days, but now they are gone, and Stella and I are suffering from withdrawal. Just before C and C's arrival, Stella's stranger anxiety went through the roof. As we entered the park… Continue reading 3 reasons to smile
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?
Today is our 3rd anniversary. Cody and I have been married for three years, but together for seven and a half. Though, the last year alone feels more like a decade in some ways. Cody gave me the most thoughtful card with several sentences written inside that made my eyes well up (!), and, from… Continue reading Three is a magic number
I have somehow neglected to mention that Stella is now enjoying dairy. Holy cow! Yep, it appears that Stella has outgrown her cow's milk protein intolerance. Or, who knows, maybe she never had it and something else in my milk was bothering her--like toxic waste. Toxic waste from my boobs. We may never know. I'm… Continue reading Cow’s milk and other assorted beverages
Stella turned one on Monday. I should probably say something really profound and eloquent and heartfelt but all I keep thinking to myself is "HOLY SHITBALLS!" Over and over and over. Okay, I'll say that after 12 mind-blowing months, it feels like heaven to see her thriving, running, throwing, walking, laughing, smiling, waving, chowing, bye-bye-ing… Continue reading Stella Enters Single Digits
Stella's father (Cody) and I met playing basketball. He was one of two men on our team, and ours was the only team in the league with women. Yep, it was a men's league and we bitches crashed the party. They were GUYS, and even though most of us played some college ball (granted, division… Continue reading Let the games begin!