Eight Months
You are very certain of what you want. I remember your first night with us, you woke up in the night with a firm, and very loud, cry. It was short and effective, and I thought: You may be quiet and grounded, but you know you how to communicate. You are still this way. You [...]
The shortest night
Good thing that the longest day is followed by the shortest night, since that is the night that Mica decided to mostly stay awake. I think we all sorta exacerbated our colds at the Solstice Picnic. It was a wonderful time… on the beach at Seward Park, watching the sun set behind the city’s skyline. [...]
Photosynthesis 1-2-3
We were walking to the farmer’s market. Well, Rom and I were walking (with Mica in the backpack) and Orlando was running. He would run, run, run and then stop, waiting for us old people to catch up. One time he stopped near a bush, and said, “I am all out of air.” He stood [...]
So, how’s your marriage?
The other day, I ran into a woman from my childbirth class at the park. I hadn’t seen her in years, but being in a childbirth class with someone will create a shocking sense of intimacy. Plus, I always really liked her. We were standing near the fire-engine climbing structure thing and she asked me, [...]
Tomorrow is a shorter day
8:00 AMYou wake up feeling tired, feel your period coming on, and the pressure of another sinus infection (your third in six weeks). 8:10 AMYou help Orlando change out of his pajamas, and watch helplessly as Mica, a few feet away from you, falls over backward like a tree, landing on the back of his [...]
So, it turns out that prenatal vitamins are good for you
My sis-in-law and I participated in some sort of twisted experiment wherein we both stopped taking our prenatal vitamins (unbenownst to each other) after our babies were born, and then we both started experiencing some serious health issues — literally at the same time. (If you didn’t already know it, our second children — Mica [...]
Co-housing Ahoy!
I remember the first time I felt it: the crazy-mom moment. Orlando was a baby, maybe five or six months old, and I was walking up the stairs of our house with him in my arms, and I thought: “I’ll go crazy. I am going crazy.” I felt the shimmer of despair and desperation, like [...]
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