Stella is a toe-walker. She's been tiptoeing around for as long as I can remember. Prancing, really. Her gait has been so bouncy and adorable, so evocative of a little ballerina, that her physical effervescence has charmed even sour onlookers. I've been kindling a small flame of worry about her overworked and constantly clenched toes, despite an… Continue reading How vision therapy is saving Stella’s toes, and then some.
The solution was there, sitting in the corner of the kitchen all along. My microwave timer has saved patching. The obtrusive but helpful-in-a-pinch black box has also helped salvage the vision therapy we do at home. Cue an annoying series of loud, celebratory beeps! It makes sense. The only reason women endure childbirth is because… Continue reading My own pilot study: Microwaves’ effectiveness in increasing compliance with vision training
I have the good fortune to be writing copy for a really delightful web-based company whose product is perfect for moms like me. Currently, I'm both collecting and writing inspirational quotes for their use. It's fun work, and hilarious at times--in my brain. Especially when I write lines myself that are supposed to sound incredibly… Continue reading Quotable?
When Stella gets really upset about anything at all, her immediate, go-to move is to tear off her adorable purple glasses with one hand (OUCH!) and throw them, with the force of every ounce of rage she's got. Though to be fair, in the rare minutes when they are off, she will sometimes ask for… Continue reading An inevitable dip in the roller-coaster ride
Yesterday was sunny and crisp. A Golden Delicious apple of a day. Okay, a frozen one. I'd recently read about how incredibly important and beneficial outdoor time is to kids' eyesight, and was determined to whisk Stella off to the neighborhood park immediately after her nap. Stella woke up, and after wasting about 30 to… Continue reading Stella insists she can see with BOTH eyes
Yesterday afternoon, during Stella's nap, I was working here at the computer with sunshine pouring in from the window when thought I detected the slightest noise behind me. I swiveled in my chair and was jolted by the sight of Stella, standing just a couple feet away. "Thriller" would've been an apt soundtrack for that… Continue reading But terror takes the sound before you make it
Stella knows how to use "WHAT!?" for comedic effect. At PCC, the natural grocery store we hit up to three times a day, there are fun sculptures outside. In reference to one of them she exclaimed, "A dog on a bike--WHAAAT!?" Just a sliver of a pause inserted. She went ahead and tacked on the… Continue reading UW pre-optometry students to the rescue!
Night before last I slept like a baby. A newborn, actually. I was up until midnight, and wide-eyed from about 1:30 to 6 a.m. At which point I drifted into peaceful slumber for 90 minutes. I went to bed late after Stella went to bed late. I slept from midnight until 1:30 a.m. Then I… Continue reading All I want for Christmas is an earlier bedtime
I frigging love Christmas. So does my whole family. Growing up, the season was filled with wonder, for reals, thanks to my mother's amazing creativity, my father's endless enthusiasm, and my (and my sisters') borderline psychotic desire to BELIEVE. In fact, I probably believed in Santa until I was 15. I simply refused to give… Continue reading Christmas is everywhere. Even on our butts.
I'd like to share with you Stella's first original joke, complete with killer timing thanks to a dramatic pause: "My favorite color is... BWIP!" I'm sure that, like Stella and I, you're laughing hysterically at this point. Catch your breath before I deliver the punchline. "BWIP's not a real color!" And sometimes she'll throw in:… Continue reading Stella’s latest material