After two weeks of delightful, delirious babymoon, I returned to work yesterday. It felt weird to slip back to my old morning “routine” — I’m not sure I get to call it that, after the 8 months we’ve had — of Irish breakfast tea, The Takeaway playing from my laptop as I pad around [...]
Koan du jour: Why is my iPhone in the cosleeper?
So Kate and I went over to Kathryn and Ryan’s apartment last night, for $100,000 chicken and our new favorite cookies. Piper took her second ride in a car ever, and handled it with aplomb.
So much aplomb, [...]
Squally Squallersdottir, the Icelandic pop star
Scrofulus McZitface, the molting and acne-prone Irish baby
Princess Mixed Messages, the inconsistent cryer
Madame Squashedface, the faceplanting napper
She wants the truth? She can’t handle the truth.
Anyone who’s had a pet will appreciate the feeling. You come home from the shelter or the breeder or wherever, with a living creature you haven’t met before. It’s nervous, you’re nervous. You’ve got the right food and water, you think, and the extra supplies (leashes, litter box, bridle, nail trimmers, terrarium, [...]
The infant strapped to your chest is in the same moment yanking on a closed-fistful of your chest hair, attempting to suckle on the end of your nose, pooping herself, and gazing adoringly into your sleep-bruised eyes. How, then, can you drink your tea?