On top of everything else, I lost the post I wrote. Life is hard. 80′s sick, teething and changing her nap habits. It was rainy all week, and the library (my sanctuary) is closed on Thursdays.
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OK, so the second year is just as hard.
Saturday, June 25th, 2011Twinlike
Wednesday, June 15th, 2011, originally uploaded by .
Two babies, one sippy cup. Yup, I said it.
Not propped
Monday, June 13th, 2011, originally uploaded by .
This is just sometimes how our cat sits. I think she needs suspenders.
Yarnbob-omed
Sunday, June 12th, 2011Today is . I yarnbombed the corner of Concord and Donnell, in Cambridge MA. There is now definitely a bustle in my hedgerow.
Here’s how it went down. I knit , and went outside to find someplace to yarnbomb.
I had been thinking of doing the usual i-cord-on-a-car-antenna, but saw this hedge with a single untrimmed twig sticking up.
Now it’s cozy.
7am playdate
Friday, June 10th, 2011Here’s an email I just sent to a couple of local friends who I’m not scared to be in my pajamas in front of:
“Jason and I have been finding ourselves not only awake, but *ready to roll* at 7 am on the weekends. Going to the Watertown Diner has been our go-to, but sometimes we just want something easy/free to do. We figured you may be in a similar situation.
Why stare sleepily at your bouncy child, when you could be drinking coffee and hanging out with us? If you’re interested, let me know. I’ll text you if we’re without plans. There doesn’t need to be elaborate breakfast, just whatever bread as toast, whatever coffee, whatevers. We will probably not be showered, and possibly in pjs. I promise we’ll wear pants.
S”
Tiny barrette
Wednesday, June 8th, 2011, originally uploaded by .
80′s hair is as fine and sparse as her mother’s at her age.
The hair on the top of her head is getting long enough to get in her eye, so despite the fact that she otherwise doesn’t need it (and in fact, her hair can’t support anything heavier), she’s wearing a barrette today.
A little mwah ha ha
Monday, June 6th, 2011We inherited a grill with our place, and although we’ve owned the place for a year, we finally got around to using it. (It’s like we were busy last summer or something.)
I discovered that the grill is locked to a bush, which probably explains why it’s still there. (Actually, our neighborhood is polite and ignores when you forget to put your stroller away for a few days.)
Anyway, the lock. It was a combination lock. A FOUR DIGIT combination lock. Rats! Three digits, and Jason and I could have sat outside in lawn chairs, drinking beer and going through the combinations (000, 001, 002). Four digits, and you’re talking about a lot of beer.
I emailed the previous owner, who said she didn’t specifically remember, but try 1111 or 1313. I started with 0000.
That was it. Seriously. The satisfaction of the lock popping open on the first try evoked in me a self-chuckle that sounded like a cartoon villain running into the woods after tying the damsel to the tracks.
I was behind this bush, cackling, right as someone walked by. On the other side of the bush.
She said, “Oh! I thought the bush made that noise.”
Staring at 80
Wednesday, May 25th, 2011I was at the park with a pregnant (for the first time) friend, having a picnic and playing with 80. I found that although we had lots of conversations (and I’m actually quite proud of how I didn’t let them lapse as I paused to tend to 80), I found myself quietly watching 80. I do it a lot, and it didn’t seem odd to just watch 80. I do wonder if Kristen found the contentedly-watching-my-baby thing less comfortable. 80′s *my* baby, so of course I’m the most interested in her. I’m hoping she enjoyed looking at a baby, knowing hers is baking.
Not dead yet
Saturday, May 21st, 2011No rapture, no rapture, no rapture, stop!
Happy birthday, baby chick!
Friday, May 20th, 2011<a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/sundaykofax/5737227736/” title=”DSC_2161 by sundaykofax, on Flickr”><img src=”http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2455/5737227736_934e40392f.jpg” width=”500″ height=”331″ alt=”DSC_2161″></a>
I made a no-sugar apple/applesauce muffin for 80′s birthday. I wanted frosting for a real good mess, but wasn’t sure how to keep the sugar level sane.
Thanks to a delicious lunch as Sofra, I was inspired to blend two parts cooked sweet potato to one part goat cheese. What I ended up with was a very sweet, creamy, almost marshmallow-tasting frosting.
I’m that mom who limits sugar, just like my mother before me. Some day, I’ll compromise on letting 80 have more sugar, by allowing her to eat Smurfberry Crunch on Saturday mornings, just like my mother before me.