Yes, this is the fourth picture in a row of that kid. I can’t help it.
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Sheryl – You get used to it. But only sort of. It IS madness. Especially when you have two. But you LOVE them more than anything and they are fun… mostly.
Most of my friends have three, and they say they’ve gone over “the edge.”
OK, so now … my husband wants three!! I kind of don’t. Two healthy boys, count your blessings, right? Plus, I get GINORMOUS! I dont know. I’m almost 37… what do you think …Sheryl and Amanda B. and Dooce?
Sorry, Dooce, but you kind of like to read it, right? Don’ t mean to take up space, but we’ve become a community kind of and it IS late….
Did I mention that Liz Phair rocks?
As a Heather whose John died way too early – you have a beautiful power of making me miss him just a little extra because you make me remember how great being in love is. Thank you.
Find it? No I won’t. And I spent 15 years in a marriage in denial, thinking maybe I had it.
I’m 37 now and haven’t even started Not that I will. I am 90% sure that I won’t.
Love kids. Love life. Just don’t think I want anything or anyone to take over my consciousness. I spent so many years focused outside of me, I have a lot of catching up to do.
Heather, I’ve been visiting your site every day. I LOVE the pictures of Leta (she’s beautiful), but I finally had to comment on your last post about finding that ONE person. I hope you’re right, and just wanted to say ‘thanks for writing it!’
Nothing wrong with freedom and independence!!! I have so many friends my age who are not married and have no kids.
Whatever you want, you probably (prolly?) will get. Rock on, Sistah….Whatever makes you happy. That’s all.
ah, hope. both in the eyes of this toy eating beauty and your promise of true love out there for all of us.
life is beaufiul.
so is red wine.
Love your post today – cause that’s what I gotta believe.
Carol, I’m working my way up to commitment. I’m slow
Gotta go, working on a NaNoWriMo project and I’m Behind *gasp*… Hope you have a good evening.
God, I saw the title of that post and had a flashback to salad days. That song was, like, an anthem or something when i gave up both my last dotcom job and my college boyfriend within weeks of each other. She repeats it, “I won’t decorate my love,” a thousand times like a mantra. And while I don’t (yet) have ‘that’ person, I find it bears repeating as that mantra… as in why bother pooh-pooing, dressing up, dismissing, dramatising, or just forgetting to wholly embrace or appreciate everything in your life that you love, from the guilty pleasures and childish moments to the profound and illuminating. Easier said than done, of course (which is why it needs to be repeated so many thousands of times)… but if everything we loved was loved unconditionally and undeniably and unquestionably, and the rest (the bad dotcom jobs and the perfectly fine but not undecorable boys, for starters) left for the past, the world would be a hellofa lot more tolerable. Here’s hoping.
Know you have to go, but what is NaNoWriMo? Answer tomorrow.
NaNoWriMo is a sort of group writing club for a month. You join and try to write 50,000 words in that month. They count the words at the end (they don’t read the product) and if you’ve reached 50k, then you “win”. Along with everyone else who also finished.
Oh yeah, NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month.
“If you havenâ€™t already, you will, too.”
i hope you’re right. and that when i find it next time, it’s mutual.
not to be melodramatic. i’m happy for you and your beautiful family.
My name is Kristine. I have a problem.
I have thee worst case of digital camera envy EVER.
These pictures are not making it better. I insist you post a BAD picture where the camera did NOT take the picture the way you wanted it to.
I only (usually) post the best pictures my camera can produce. Those seem to be few and far between.
If I see someone with a digital camera I think, “I bet that one is better than mine.”
I have like 5 of them if you count the video camera. I keep giving the cameras to my kids so I can justify buying a new one.
It’s a sickness. Help.
Please Post A Bad Picture
On an unrelated note, you’ve so got to go and check: this out. If you haven’t done so recently it’ll help you clean your closet out.
Oops: this :
Does anybody here feels that dooce should post a midnight entry (Im sure Leta must be waking her up like a dozen times in the night) for all us dooce-fans and the far end of the world ??
I had my dooce fix early morning..and im craving for more………..
I really identify with your last post.
For most of my early adulthood I jumped from one short fling to another, occasionally landing briefly in very short-term relationships. I was starting to think that maybe I just wasn’t the relationship type. And then BAM, I met my husband and we’ve been happily together ever since.
It must be the age – from 9 months onwards every unwhingey,noncrying moment with your baby seems like a Kodak moment. I have to restrain myself from posting a good proportion of the hundreds of photographs I have been taking of my one year old daughter. Every day their beautiful personalities and their joy of discovery are being physically expressed and its hard not to want to share.
What a pretty baby! Love reading your postings. You are a very good writer. Thanks for sharing.
Good morning everyone!
So adorable. I bet she can do it too! Look at that determination!
That looks like a red Ring Ding…mmmmm, Ring Dings.
I L-O-V-E her red hair!
Mmmm… nummy! Red, plastic toys! They’re not just for breakfast anymore!
She’s hungry lately! Don’t you ever feed this kid?
So earnest so determined.
…which my mom will totally capture with the camera.
Upss … that is not an apple !
She never tires of you taking photos of her. What an angel. Except when you leave the room….
Mommy, why are your eyes all puffy and bloodshot? And why does your breath smell like college kids on spring break in Mexico?
she has a guilty look:
pretend red ring-ding? …chomp… what pretend red ring-ding?
Ok, I’ll stop screaming – if you could just bring back my regular mommy… the one who isn’t wearing black war paint.
Absolutely precious, as usual. Keep ‘em coming!
It’s funny if you think of it as her tongue licking her hand.
Amen about the depression post- get the help you need no matter what people think or say… being depressed and/or suicidal is nothing to be ashamed or embarassed about. I’ve been on meds for 3 months now and it’s made all the difference in the world! Proud recovering depressives unite!
The chubby hands and the dimples! I could just eat them up!
she may be eating the toy, but I want to nibble on those sweet little hands!
Her Screamness who screams alot everyday with the screaming is becoming self aware. She is trying to stifle it!
I hope her hair stays that color! It’s so pretty.
I think she might give that Asian kid who can eat 58 hot dogs in 12 minutes a run for his money.
Plastic must one of the lesser-known food-groups. Yum!
She’s a beauty and she looks wise beyond her 9 months.
Leta: “I swear to God, if this RED PLASTIC TOY don’t go in my mouth right away, I am going to scre-ehh-eehhhhhh-eeeemmmm!”
“One pill makes you smaller….”
Your daughter is well on her way to being a rockstar! From you stories, it sounds like shes got the wailing thing down already! Go Leta!
I love that song by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Imagine my surprise when I turned on the VMA’s last year to see that their guitarist is a guy I went to college with! Yeah, he was too cool for me even then.
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