Category Archives: Abigail Grace

Up for Air

When I think of the past winter and spring, I think of a deluge. I don’t mean to be vague, but there have been a whole host of important and unimportant happenings in my life since January, all of which have served to touch on every raw, exposed, twitchy and unformed nerve in my being….

Happy Birthday, Abigail Grace

Dear Abigail – You are one. As in “One-Year-Old.” This calls for a drink. Or several. How do I even begin this letter? How do I even articulately discuss what the past 12 months have meant to me, to your Dad? I just spent the past hour re-reading all of the letters from the past…

Month 11

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Sweet AG – This letter is ridiculously late, mostly owing to me not having my act together, not because we’ve been out-of-the-ordinary busy this month. It’s amazing, though, how out of hand things can become despite having a pretty predictable schedule. The routine of our lives doesn’t alter much, but I suppose the energy we…

Years Are Short

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Today my daughter took her first purposeful step. She’d taken one before, with the aid of a basket or her little walker, but today was the day where she took two bumbly, tumbly, glorious steps toward me. I’m a little ashamed to tell you I screamed and startled her a bit. Not scare her, mind…

Month Ten

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Dear Miss AG – Yesterday you, me and your new nanny were all in the playroom crawling around when all of a sudden you yelled out “MA MA!” and looked at me and scurried on over my way, crawling at full speed, right up into my lap and yapped once more, “MA MA!” Oh my…

Month Eight

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AG! AG! AG! Guess what happened the day you turned 7 months and one day? You started crawling AND popped two teeth. All on the same day. It’s been a really busy month. And it’s been hard to capture a picture of you without flash. And you hate the flash. So you move all over…

The same ol’, same ol’

Most days, we go about our business. We are people of repeat. Of routine. Of monotony. Such a milquetoast approach to living makes sense, when you think about what a baby typically needs. Order is the name of the game and, quite frankly, we’re just old enough to be more than happy to deliver that…

Month Six

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Dear Abigail – Not long ago, I held a two-week-old baby. She was roughly the same size you were when you were born, exactly half a year ago. She felt so delicate, so tiny. So baby-like. It of course immediately occurred to me that there was no way around that you were once that small,…

There

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Today I ducked out of a company off-site meeting/party. The meeting was over, the lunch had been served and I, well, I have a hard time socializing in overwhelmingly large groups of people, even when those people are folks I adore. And I do adore the folks with whom I work every day. I’m lucky…

World’s Worst Blogger

Oh I am an awful blogger. I have about five posts that I’ve started and stopped a few times in the past month and at some point, usually around 9 p.m., I just shut the laptop and get ready for bed. Writing here, or at least trying to write something of quality, has been too…

Ways to Escape

There was a moment about a month ago when I realized, while making the half-mile walk from the train to my front door, that I wasn’t dreading coming home. And as each subsequent day passed by, and with each new picture I printed out and posted in my office, I really and truly found myself…

Random updates

So I’ve lost eight pounds since Mother’s Day and have shaved a minute off of my mile time since I last ran, more than a year ago. I’m happy about the weight loss, of course, but at this point even eight pounds has little-to-no impact on me getting into many of my clothes. And I…

Who She Is

I think the most amazing, wonderful, joyous parts of being this kid’s parent is learning about who she is and what she likes. In the early weeks, it’s true: they really just sleeping, pooping and eating machines. But as they get older? Wow. I’m amazed by this person living under our roof now. I wouldn’t…