7 months today!
The number 6 is quickly becoming my favorite number. Happy 7th month free of my womb, Rowan! You are so much fun, and every single day brings new joy and adventure. I'm the world's luckiest mommy.
An artist-naturalist splashes through streams of consciousness... often, it's even her own...
The number 6 is quickly becoming my favorite number. Happy 7th month free of my womb, Rowan! You are so much fun, and every single day brings new joy and adventure. I'm the world's luckiest mommy.
I sort of love it a lot when Rowan falls asleep in my arms. I mean, sure, it means I don't get the work done that's on my to do list, but it also means she feels comfortable and secure.
Now, WHY couldn't we have seen this two and a half hours ago? I know why. Because mommy has early morning plans and had hoped to sleep all the way through without waking up for feedings. All week long she goes 8+ hours every night, but come Saturday, we have bright, wide open eyes at the crack of dawn. One would think she was already conditioned to expect Saturday morning cartoons.
How is it fair to make the baby SUCH a morning person when the mommy is so very profoundly NOT???
...you take as much pride in affirmations from your appliances as I do. So: who wants to visit me and Rowan?
Hey, Morgan! That's DOG FOOD you're eating. Yes, I can hear the crunching, so there's no denying it. You're very close to losing your "bitch, I'm a CAT" cred, with your Kibbles & Bits Homestyle breath.
Or does licking Cleo's Milkbones give you a taste for the canine life?? You crack me up, crazy girl!
Rowan is doing so well with solid foods! Oh wait. The stuff she gets is rice cereal, arroz caldo, spaghetti sauce, other mushy things from our plates, and YOGURT. Chobani makes a wonderful kids' yogurt, and Rowan LOVES the honey banana kind. It's fun to feed her! She gets very excited.
Labels: and Rowan in light blue. They are very tight friends., Bert, on the afghan; Cleo in dark blue
...and the number one clue is the ear-shattering screams of bloody murder, starting with the Facial of Epic Squirminess, a mighty crescendo during the Warm Wash Cloth Massage of Perilous Doom, and concluding with a Lavender-Scented, Tantrum-Infused Shampoo Shriek.
This was the most prominent feature of The Machine Project's show at Spaces Gallery. What a blast! Children were running up, then sliding back down. I watched one dad roll down the sofas! As I was leaving, I overheard a conversation about the ages of the various sofas. "Energized" is an understatement for the night!