One foot in front of the other

So yesterday. Wow, I can’t even… just… the series of events that unfolded and where everything ended up, it all sort of falls within the boundaries of things I won’t write about, yes those boundaries do exist. Jon referred to it as the third most surreal day of 2009, and I can’t figure out the [...]

Summer of 1977

You can probably guess that we’ve done nothing the last two days but download and listen to everything Peter Frampton has ever recorded (legally, from Amazon). And step aside Coldplay, Frampton is now the new kitchen dancing music, although Leta has had to ask Jon to turn it down, Dad, more than once. Here is [...]

A true Hamilton

I can’t take credit for teaching her this, but it’s further proof that I am her mother:

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

This may seem like child abuse to a certain fraction of you, but we don’t let Leta listen to music geared toward kids. Or I guess I should say we haven’t ever introduced it to her because we were afraid it would induce seizures and/or homicidal behavior in her parents. We get enough of the [...]

Dimple, weekend edition

In fact, I have her edit my posts

Recently Leta spent an afternoon with my stepfather, her Grandpa Rob, at a playground where he says she was standing at the top of a slide when an older kid behind her, a boy probably around seven or eight years old, leaned down and seemed to ask her a question. Without saying a word to [...]

At least he doesn’t call her Coco

An unscheduled ultrasound

Yesterday I had a routine 35-week check-up with my OBGYN, and because my belly had not grown significantly in the last three to four weeks she ordered an ultrasound for this morning so that we could take a look at the size of the baby and the level of amniotic fluid. She seemed a tiny [...]

Silly goose

Last night we had to make a quick trip to the grocery store, and because it had been snowing all day Leta wore her rain boots. As we walked through the parking lot toward the front door of the building she stopped just shy of a giant puddle, paused long enough for us to notice, [...]

Behold, the Memphis accent

One of the many projects I’ve been working on recently is a set of discussions called Momversations with a group of other lovely mothers including Maggie and Alice and Rebecca. Once or twice a week we all sit down by ourselves in our own homes across the country and talk into a camera about a [...]