Category Archives: Family

Another Milestone

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Walking was amazing, but as a milestone that leaves a pit in my stomach, it wasn’t one of them. Crawling, too. Big, but relief more than anything. Laughter was big, mostly because for the first few months of her life Abigail was a frowny, frowny baby. I mean, seriously: So these were big deals, but…

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…

Marriage in the First Year

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In all of the things I have been reflecting on as this first year of Abigail’s life comes full-circle, my marriage with Scott is a big one. I think about the last few hours of labor with AG, looking at my husband who was beside himself with worry and concern and love for me and…

Enemy of the good

1) Not writing here because I don’t have the time I’d like to carve out something articulate/witty/meaningful. There is plenty worth noting, even in small handfuls, which is why I’m sitting down right now after lunch. 2) Derby was awesome, even if I did fall the most out of anyone in the class. To be…

In with the new

Yesterday AG and I hit a couple of stores to buy her some clothes. It had become glaringly obvious in the past two weeks that the nine-month onesies were no longer cutting it and there was a decided lack of actual outfits in her closet that fit her. Thanks to so many generous loved ones,…

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…

Brains vs Boobs

The other day my girlfriend posted a link to my Facebook timeline, to this blog post: Rules for Parents of Daughters. So much of it I loved. Especially the parts such as, “Teach your daughter to be strong and confident in her abilities and not be afraid of failure.” I know of few people who…

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…

Problem solved and other items

So we found a new nanny. Sorry to be so dramatic and then leave, but it’s been a little crazy lately and every time I sat down to update this blog, something else got in the way. And, truly, at this moment, I don’t feel much like writing. I’m tired. So tired. My schedule is…

What Didn’t Kill Me

I’ve spent the past three weeks holding my breath. Seemingly out of nowhere, our nanny told me she was heading to Poland the week after Thanksgiving, the same week we’d also taken off of work. I thought that was wonderful; she still has family there. She then told me later in the day she would…

More from Gimpy McGee

I am still With Boot. I am not by any stretch of the imagination a Shrinking Violet, but I swear on all that’s good and holy I hate attention for attention’s sake and walking around on crutches with a bum foot is just that. Just now, in the line at the Jimmy John’s in my…

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…