April 2010
9 posts
I just opened the washing machine door
and Hamish’s iPod fell out. Not his iPhone, thankfully (that would require unhinging it from his person) but still… facepalm
I guess I have to stop holding the grudge that he ruined four of my tops three days ago by putting in a dry-clean-only scarf, turning everything pink.
And I guess we should both revisit Laundry Basics 101.
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Wings and wonder
I just unpacked the *best* box as we continue on with the great move of ‘10.
Opened it up to reveal the most delicious hand-bound paper book filled with images from Gregory Colbert’s March 5 - June 6, 2005 nomadic exhibit at Pier 54 in New York City.
I’ve yet to see this exhibit in person, but I’ve wandered there in my mind many times. Years later, it’s still...
Checking on a sleeping baby is *totally* like...
Cake seems to be on my mind lately…
Mix the cake batter = bathe the babe
Pour into the pan = wrap in cozy footed pj’s that I’m more than a little envious of
Lick the batter off the spatula = smother in kisses to tide her me over until morning
Put in the oven = okay, now we’re getting obvious, but… place in her crib
Here’s where it’s most true: You...
Today, I made my baby cry.
Isla is teething. Yes, she’s early. So was I. We call her “Two Tooth” and I’m noting that here for posterity. I’m sure it’ll make a reappearance when they start to fall out down the road.
But she’s teething, poor thing. Considering bone fragments are piercing through her tender gums, you’d never really know she was uncomfortable. She deep...
Purging for personal sanity
In amongst normal chores of you know, unpacking an entire household today, I’ve been purging my Google Reader account. It’s not healthy to follow 700 blogs and still call yourself a parent. Or a wife. Or a well-rounded human.
It’s even unhealthier to think in the back of my mind after five days away in Montreal was that I’d never get caught up on my RSS feeds and even...
Steak Vite
We had two hours to kill before Isla’s bottle/bed routine. The sun was nothing short of glorious. The store we wanted was a 12 minute walk away and, being a furniture and decor store not to mention in MONTREAL, it featured no fewer than five sets of steep staircases.
Needless to say, we were not about to lug the Bug.
Isla was thrilled to be in the Baby Bjorn. We left the house with a...
Under permanent construction
My story so far…
I met my husband at a generic coffee house for what was supposed to be a generic date. We were fixed up by his mother and our meeting was under the supposed guise of me interviewing him for a story on young politicians (he was an 18 year old candidate for the federal election at the time).
Clearly there was nothing generic about any of it. We hit it off and now, 10 years...
