Posted in August 2013

Say my name

For about a minute, Sebastian called me “mama”. That turned into “nana” which now appears to mean any kind of food or beverage and I usually have to point to several things before I guess the right one. “nana” “bottle?” “naaana” “puffs?” “naaaaaaaana!” “water? blueberries? banana? bread? This delicious mix of [insert homemade baby food … Continue reading

tough stuff

What I’m working through is tough because the root of the story isn’t my own. For those of you who don’t know, Courtney lost her full term son just over a month ago shortly after delivery. She is bravely writing here about her life now, and I am in awe of her ability share with such candor, raw truth and especially her humor. She has always been one of the funniest people i know and I am so glad this unfathomable experience hasn’t taken that quality away from her. Each post bridges the thousands of miles between us and helps me feel a little bit closer to her and I’m am so so grateful for that. Continue reading

good times

good times

Sebastian crawling around the water feature at the park, and banging on stools as drums…

Getting relief from the heat with an afternoon frozen yogurt break, looking forward to the day when we can share a treat…

Endless round of peekaboo with my hat, or the curtain, or his blanket…

Meeting daddy outside on the patio with Baz’s walker toy, him dressed in a kimono just for fun. Continue reading

sleep cycle

Sebastian is in full rebellion mode after I spent Thursday and Friday night away from him. I guess it could be separation anxiety after I was away the longest I ever have been. Funny thing is every one talks about what a good baby he is when he’s not with me, so I feel like … Continue reading

scoot scoot

Last night Jason took the baby up to his parents so we can spend tonight celebrating and may be get to sleep in past five in the morning tomorrow. Side note: I don’t think I ever want to stop referring to Baz as “the baby”. It feels like the most appropriate moniker for him most … Continue reading

five

It was a beautiful summers day exactly five years ago and I was on my way to start the festivities I had been planning for nearly a year. I had spent the last few days surrounded by my sisters and best friends mostly feeling high from all the love before the occasional stress of final … Continue reading

Jazz hands!

Once upon a time I was a dancer. I spent up to twenty hours a week at a small studio taking ballet classes and teaching small children how to pliĆ©. It was a part of me, and truly something I loved to do. But somewhere in between filling out college applications, figuring out student loans … Continue reading

the corners of my mind

I sit and i read other peoples stories. Their words, their lives. and I think I know them or relate to them, but sometimes i realize that I really only know the piece of them that they share with the internet and it might even be taking away from me really living my life. Telling … Continue reading