Tuesday, July 09, 2013
Monday, June 24, 2013
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
home is where the tart is
EM and i had a good time visiting ruth in nyc.
last year
last year
dylan's candy bar
playing in the sand at the brooklyn piers
the puerto rican parade that nearly ruined my day, as well as my opinion of puerto rico in general.
at the central park zoo
playing on the terrace at emo's apartment
meanwhile jeremy stayed at home and did this
last year
last year
dylan's candy bar
playing in the sand at the brooklyn piers
the puerto rican parade that nearly ruined my day, as well as my opinion of puerto rico in general.
at the central park zoo
playing on the terrace at emo's apartment
mesmerized by penguins
grocery shopping
she did great on the flight, both waysmeanwhile jeremy stayed at home and did this
Tuesday, June 04, 2013
Monday, June 03, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
down in the valley, the valley so low
the last several days have really been horrible.
the first part of it, naturally, was that jeremy was injured. of course i feel bad for him but have found myself feeling more sorry for me. he can't take the garbage out. he can't even put anything in the garbage can (you have to step on a pedal). he can't pick up our kid or drop her off at child care or rinse off a dish and put it in the dishwasher. it is a monumental task to put on his belt.
then esther margaret got really sick with fever, nasty congestion and coughing.
then i got sick with fever, chills, coughing.
then pistol got sick and had the runs, twice, all over em's room.
i felt like i was shoved, pulled, kicked in so many different directions and carrying the weight of an army. it was seriously the pits.
there were just a couple of moments that brought me out of my self pity.
there is something so perfect and beautiful about watching a child sleep. their breathing, weird sleep positions, crazy hair...maybe i was just grateful for the little she did sleep, but it made me realize how tiny she still was, and that she won't be for long. i also think her flat little nose and goldfish lips are the cutest.
the other moment was walking in to find jse and em reading together. it hasn't happened since he got hurt, she's been terrified of his cast. at that point i had basically been carrying her around for three days, it was a sweet, albeit short, moment.
the first part of it, naturally, was that jeremy was injured. of course i feel bad for him but have found myself feeling more sorry for me. he can't take the garbage out. he can't even put anything in the garbage can (you have to step on a pedal). he can't pick up our kid or drop her off at child care or rinse off a dish and put it in the dishwasher. it is a monumental task to put on his belt.
then esther margaret got really sick with fever, nasty congestion and coughing.
then i got sick with fever, chills, coughing.
then pistol got sick and had the runs, twice, all over em's room.
i felt like i was shoved, pulled, kicked in so many different directions and carrying the weight of an army. it was seriously the pits.
there were just a couple of moments that brought me out of my self pity.
there is something so perfect and beautiful about watching a child sleep. their breathing, weird sleep positions, crazy hair...maybe i was just grateful for the little she did sleep, but it made me realize how tiny she still was, and that she won't be for long. i also think her flat little nose and goldfish lips are the cutest.
the other moment was walking in to find jse and em reading together. it hasn't happened since he got hurt, she's been terrified of his cast. at that point i had basically been carrying her around for three days, it was a sweet, albeit short, moment.
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