When Eleanor was born she was fussy. Not (what I’ve heard described as) colicy, but you could tell that she was periodically in pain: she would pull her legs up to her chest and cry. Hard. I always felt like something was wrong but had no “proof” to bring to the doctor. Then, when she … More mark bittman is my hero
On Monday Tim and I made an offer on a house. I was a little freaked out, but we had thought about it six ways to Sunday and were sure that this was what we wanted. So sure, in fact, that getting the house had become our new goal; shifting the focus from me trying … More play. throw rocks. rest.
Tim was celebrating the upcoming wedding of a dear friend with a bachelor party weekend of kayaking so Eleanor, Oliver, and I had to find ways to entertain ourselves sans big papa. According to my iPhone, that looked a little something like this: hula hooping, of course. watering plants (and the patio). hand in hand. … More according to my iPhone
The Saturday past (May 11th) was UNC’s doctoral hooding: a special recognition ceremony for doctoral degree candidates during which a faculty advisor and the Chancellor of the University place the doctoral hood over the head of the graduate, signifying his or her success in completing the graduate program. After introductions and a speech by Marc … More hooded
Nothing pressing to do this weekend? Here are a few links to help you pass the time: I’ve been eying this adorable girls top and these colorful animal plates from The Pippa & Ike Show. Enjoy short bursts of laughter courtesy of theshortestblogintheworld. Like this post, for example. Have a daughter? Read this. Then, when … More weekend distractions
Consider yourself warned: the Dark Chocolate Almonds from Trader Joes should not be purchased unless under extreme duress. As the dark Belgian chocolate tickles the tastebuds on the tip of your tongue you bite (with a perfect crunch) into an oven roasted almond. The sweetness of the chocolate is followed by a kick of salted … More do not buy these
What’s the likelihood that the issue of kids not eating, or wanting to eat, their vegetables is because of their name. I mean, really, which would you rather eat: Brussles sprouts or Fruity Pebbles? Lentils or Goldfish? The other day Eleanor came home from school and requested carrots dragon for a snack. I was confused, … More eat the dragon
Music is often playing in our house; thanks in no part to me and entirely because I have a husband who has great taste in music. He keeps us rocking-out (to use a phrase he taught Eleanor). Daily. Eleanor does her fair share of keeping us singing as well. There are the usual (Itsy-Bitsy Spider, … More sing-a-long
It’s official. Tim and his friend Ashley are doctors. No, not that kind. They can’t tell you if that rash is poison ivy or if you should have your thyroid levels checked or if it’s a clean break or just a terrible sprain, but they can tell you whether or not the Maasai are lending … More doctor. doctor. doctor.
Our sweet six month old. Happy half birthday, Oliver.