I'm just pretty terrible at all the rest. If it wasn't the smiles of the babies which broke the ice, it was their names.
Should I just forget it all and take more showers?
It's ok for her to give herself to this effort.
When they sleep, I can relieve the guilt - but then my remorse takes over, and I'm not overwhelmingly efficient.
I had to separate the two of them and calm everyone down so I could corral my delicious treat in a cardboard cage.
I'm often ravingly mad, angry at the universe for sticking me with this impossible task.
"And it's now theory time.
Can I be a more present mama? There was a link in one of the more recent messages.
I plan to write about many of them over at Slashfood, and many more of them here. And over the next two days, my barn was turned to rubble, and then the rubble unceremoniously dumped in a construction dumpster. " Namely, that attention bestowed from me onto my son.
This means I could very well be the mama of the very young for a decade, or longer. And then, Jonathan told me his decision: he wanted to volunteer to go to Louisiana with the Army. Right off my exit, before you passed the MCI campus, was a field.
I wanted to run across and cry with her, to tell her that it would get better, to hold the baby for an instant, to let her inhale deeply. I'm basically providing half my family's income through blogging. Just as often, I'm meltingly happy, eternally grateful for all God has given me.
It was circle time, and we told each other the most intimate details, as if we were talking to God. It was like a cute boyfriend, leaving for the rich girl from the west side. There was a link in one of the more recent messages. " It's where my sewing machine and all my crafty supplies have been relocated, and the boys love to hang out there. The light is fantastic, I took many of my pregnant photos in the same room.
Blankets piled on blankets, garish quilts and jewel-like cabled afghans. She told me how badly she'd felt when she'd left Sebastian to cry so she could finish a crafty project.
Everett's first foods included rice and barbecued eel rolls. My lack of schedules.
I am so looking forward to Everett being old enough to read, and to go to kindergarten, and to run track and learn how to high jump. The moves were simple and hardly at all relieving of the tension that has lived in my upper back for the past eight months.