August 2009

Reader Request.

August 31, 2009

Internet! Give me your poor, your tired, your face sleepers, your huddled masses yearning for funny pictures of alveoli. Once again, I am here to help. how do you know when ivf works Pregnancy is usually an indicator that things are headed in the right direction. can i have a pageant when on metformin can [...]

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Top Heavy.

August 25, 2009

I’m sure this is news to exactly no one, but Simone has a giant head. At her last pediatrician appointment, both her weight and height were nearing the 15th percentile, while her head was clearing the 75th. Now that she is walking, this is more noticeable than ever, and frankly I think it’s a miracle [...]

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Me and Sheila E.

August 24, 2009

Lest you think I am living some glamorous, authorial life, now, let me present Simone’s latest hobby: flinging things into the bathtub. Now that she is bipedal, there are all manner of cupboards and drawers she can open, and when she’s not busy removing my tampons from their box or unshelving all of the books [...]

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And Life is Like a Song.

August 21, 2009

I am typing this from my death sick bed. My head is hot and throbbing, my sinuses leaden. I can’t breathe. My voice is barely audible, and trying to talk sends me into a fit of coughing, not that this stops me from occasionally croaking “EBENEEZER SCROOOOOOGE!” for sport, because I am easily amused. In [...]

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Nanny Dearest.

August 18, 2009

Tomorrow, and possibly Friday, I will be interviewing nannies. To say that I am dreading this task would be something of an understatement. It combines so many hated elements: 1) interaction with strangers, 2) people in my home, 3) necessity of real pants, and 4) talking about money. Worse, I am charged with the responsibility [...]

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Truly, Madly.

August 16, 2009

I just finished watching the premiere of Mad Men. I am wearing red lipstick. I am wearing a vintage-y negligee. I made popcorn. I made myself an Old Fashioned, and though I prefer bourbon, I made it with Canadian Club, because that is what Mr. Draper prefers. (My husband, upon noticing the lipstick just before [...]

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In Which Simone Shows Us With What She Is Working.

August 10, 2009
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Sicker Than Your Average.

August 9, 2009

Last night after Simone had fallen asleep, I noticed that she felt hot. Scott convinced me not to take her temperature, because what kind of asshole wakes a sleeping baby, anyway? (Was that an Organ Chord of Foreboding? Why yes! I believe it was!) Later I went to bed, holding the baby as I usually [...]

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For Ollie.

August 5, 2009

Since last week, I’ve had a plan for today. On Wednesday, August 5th, I was going to post about a little boy named Ollie, in honor of his first birthday. And then two days ago, at 5:30 in the morning, Ollie died. It seems exceptionally cruel to cause parents to lose their child and then, [...]

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The Searchers.

August 3, 2009

Somehow I have become the number one Internet destination for questions about face sleeping. My tracking statistics are filled with variations on a theme: sleep with hands on face sleeping on your hand sleeping on your hands sleeping with face on hands sleeping with hands on face sleep and your face (I’m thinking of writing [...]

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BlogHer Part Everything Else.

August 1, 2009

I was going to keep my BlogHer posts all neatly chronological, but I’ve screwed that up already by thinking the Room 704 party was on Friday when it was actually on Thursday, and so I’m just going to write everything else I have to say about BlogHer in one long disorganized post made up of [...]

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