UNDER THE VULTURE TREE ( Read more... )

Ok, baby is big now. She's not a kicker, like her brother was, but instead seems to stretch or dance, wiggling and turning slowly. It's kind of nauseating, to be honest, but it makes me curious about her.

I'll be really glad to give birth and not be pregnant anymore. I'm huge and my hips ache and I've developed a ridiculous waddle.

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To ring in the New Year, we made cheeseburgers and french fries. Then drew spiders with the boy on the easel he got for Christmas until he was yawning and flopping on the floor. On a whim, I decided to teach V how to do a sun salutation vinyasa. Our dog Riley insisted on participating, repeatedly showing us the proper form of downward dog. After ( Read more... )

Anthony is at work. The Boy is at school. And I am taking the day off.

Thanksgiving was good, but not restful. I've been worried a lot about things I have no control over.

I need a break.

So, I'm going to watch trashy sitcoms all morning and then take a nap.

Heaven.

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"A hen tomorrow is better than an egg today."

Okay universe. I hear you.

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Nope, it wasn't my intuition. It was the beginning of the blues.

I'm really feeling the burden of pseudo-single parenting tonight. The boy has gotten willful. We had a thirty minute confrontation about whether he'd ask nicely to get down from his high chair or cry and scream and try to throw himself out of it. Yeah. Not at all fun.

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Yeah, my boy is 11 1/2 months old. I can hardly believe it. But, here he is:

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