Dear Zoe,
You are the light of my life. For real. I’ll do anything for you.
However. If you would please understand something, our family will be much happier: Mama needs her sleep.
The reports are that you sleep for Daddy when Mama’s away. You sleep for your Nana and Gramps. You sleep [...]
What does it mean when I would hold a small village hostage for a plate of pancakes/waffles/french toast/something made with white flour swimming in syrup?
Zoe has graced us all with a nap. A wonderful, beautiful nap. I could be doing my taxes, or applying for scholarships, or finding housing, or studying, or planning upcoming trips, or cleaning, or emptying my inbox of the 1700+ emails I have, or any number of very productive things. Instead, I [...]
At one year, Zoe weighs 19 pounds, 6 ounces and is 30 inches tall. Her head circumference is 47 centimeters. She is healthy and has five and a half teeth. She tolerates vaccines, finger sticks, and TB exposure tests like a champ. What a wonderful little child.
My computer is not so [...]
Zoe has started to request things. Yesterday it was the bag of chocolate chips she found in our Baking Corner. She brought it to me with a questioning grunt, and I swear, batting her eyelashes. She is her mother’s daughter.
This morning it was the chocolate chips, followed by a box of mac [...]
Until consideration for Zoe entered the picture, I had CT scans and blood work (tumor markers) every six months so anything suspicious might be nipped in the bud. I was happy to have ultrasounds instead of CT scans when I was pregnant and since I have been nursing, mainly because they are quicker and [...]
In late November of 2002, Joel asked me (on a beach in Seaside, California) to marry him. When I returned to College Station after that trip, something inside me clicked: people who are responsible enough to get married ought to floss every day. So I began flossing every single night before bed, without [...]
This post is brought to you by the fact that The Biggest Loser Couples is tonight, and I’m beside myself. I have prepared what I call Bikini Burgers for dinner (more on that if they turn out well), and Zoe is taking one of her rare naps. Thus, I blog.
This morning I had [...]
Has anyone ever really seen how lunchmeat is made? Um, ew. Thanks, History Channel.
Big B, little b, what begins with B?
Blake’s belly full of Bueno.
B…b…B.
Maybe there will be less Taco Bueno in the year to come… And maybe there won’t. I’m making another go at long, beautiful nails for sure.
Happy New Year!