The first time I listened to this song–really listened–I cried. Not the big blubbery emotionally-manipulative-country-song kind of crying. The kind when you hear truth and you know it and your heart is so full and it sort of leaks out your eyes just a little bit. It’s a beautiful song, but it’s this bit that gets me every time: And… View Post
Her crib. This photo is terrible quality so you can’t tell, but she gouged quite the chunk out of that left spot. The dining room stools. She had dark varnish chips all over her face after this one. The TV remote. Notice both the animal cracker crumbs and the chunk missing from the DVD button. So gross. Her board books…. View Post
My parents have, over the years, waffled back and forth between having cable and not having it. We’d watch TV and then they’d decide that we watched too much TV, so they’d get rid of it, but eventually they’d decide it wasn’t so terrible and maybe we should have it again. Somehow David and I got to talking about this… View Post
We went to Tempe Marketplace today, which isn’t unusual. We go there often. Today we skipped Target, thought, and went to the little outdoor mall part because I wanted to check out the new Charming Charlie’s. I didn’t see anything I couldn’t live without, but it’s always fun to browse, and Amelia LOVED it. The girl’s a bit of a… View Post
Sometimes I feel guilty for not playing more classical music for Mila. Isn’t it supposed to make you smarter or something like that? I like it, really and truly I do, and could work it into our lives pretty effortlessly. Brahms’ Lullaby or Debussy’s Claire de Lune at bedtime. Profkiev’s “Peter and the Wolf” while we play. Handel on Sundays…. View Post