Uncertainties

We might be done moving by day’s end.
I might have thrown my back out. Again.
Naiah might have lost my new purse, with the old house key inside.
The twins might be the most helpful seven-year-olds on Earth.
I might have to lie down now and let the ibuprofen kick in.

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Because of a Book

And rampant curiosity. . .
The Categorized Future Experiment Shopping List:

Spontaneous lab time (in the living room!):

Whoosh!
It changed color! Just kidding. That’s Sarah’s.

The findings:

And yes, Lisa H. You must scour Bart’s and find it!

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Anna’s Baby Doll Wrap

It seems my weakness for baby carriers, old and new, is spreading. . .

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More Adventures in Moving

I crashed a moving truck into a house today. Because that’s the kind of brilliant I am.
But no worries. I’m fine.
Ella is fine.
The truck is fine.
The house, sadly, is broken.
“Just how do you crash a moving truck into a house?” you might ask.
Well, I’ll tell you.
You buckle the baby into the truck with you– the [...]

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Afterbath

There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Well, maybe not so much on that ‘horrid’ part.

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Enthusiasm

Once or twice a month we stop by our local new and used book seller. They have an awesome, close-knit staff who are friendly and knowledgeable and passionate about books and reading. They’ll make you think twice about saving money at Amazon, especially on the used stuff, which is usually cheaper in-store, if you factor [...]

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But Not Every One is Right

I’ve been reading whatever I can lately on the way mothers carry their babies in different times and cultures all over the world. Tonight the Google search turned up a short story from Macao.
Macao is a strange place, not quite Portuguese, and not quite Cantonese, independent, but colonized. It was just across the pond from [...]

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Making Friends

She can’t crawl yet, but she made a special effort to roll and creep over to Daddy’s big boot. It’s a good listener.

Mama, please. I’m busy here.

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Moody

Happy Snow, outside our house. It’s fluffy and bright and soft.

Sad Snow, outside the court where Jason works. It’s wet and heavy and gray.

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Haircuts~

Naiah was a little nervous. First time and all.

The matchy-matchy wasn’t my idea; they insisted. But notice how Naiah’s hair is already going straight at the bottom? That’s my DNA at work. Poor baby.

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