Life with a toddler has translated into a week’s worth of some sort of illness a month. I’d love to say I’ve cracked the code in dealing with it, but I haven’t. I don’t even know if that’s possible. Or is it? I mean, she’s gonna get sick. I get that, and I’m not one…
Category Archives: Abigail Grace
I’m The Mama
“Mama!” “Mama! Mama!” “I WANT MA MAMA!” Not long after I had AG, but shortly before I returned to work, I mentioned to my friend, Ali, that I worried AG would confuse her nanny for me. Or at least assume the nanny was her real mother. “Don’t worry,” she said. “They know. They just do.”…
A loaf of bread, a gallon of milk, a stick of butter, a box of wine and some peace
Abigail has been in the throes of a nasty virus. There have been catheters, late nights, no eating, blood work and lots and lots of screaming and crying. From everyone. Just kidding. There is nothing so simultaneously nerve-fraying and heart-breaking as a sick child. There’s nothing they can do, little you can do, and to…
My Sweet Girl
For myriad reasons, I’ve shied away from talking about Abigail here in any great detail. Admittedly it was a somewhat conscious decision. Writing about a baby still feels rather benign; with exceptions, babies are babies and they do baby things that are generally universal in nature. Tracking what amounted to her baby milestones never felt…
No Superhero
Around 3 p.m. on Thursday, I received a text from Abigail’s nanny that AG was uber-cranky and running a fever. Of the many things I remain surprised by about myself as a parent, it is how relatively even-keel I remain in the face of kid-related illness or health problems. Abigail has, of course, been blessed…
Little feat
We went away to Michigan City this past weekend, four days with Scott’s Dad, stepmom, three stepbrothers and their families. It’s a fun-filled few days of sun and kids and carbohydrates and fats in forms you’d not normally consume. When packing Abigail’s things, I stopped short when I noticed the wear patterns forming on her…
Picture perfect
Today started out like a total shitshow. Literally. Because not all of you are parents…no, wait. Let me take that back. Because none of you are as disgusting as perhaps I am in the sharing of your family’s most personal digestive issues, I won’t go into the details of what awaited me and Scott once…
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
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
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
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
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…
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This stuff is amazing. Get it. Your dry, cracked skin will thank you.
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This sits proudly on my desk. I love it so much.
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I saved up and planned for these puppies. Some of the best money I've ever spent. I love these more than I can say.
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I decided to try enhancement products when I was training for my second marathon this year. I chose these and love them.