So, my last post - promising to be dedicated to writing regularly - was 21 months ago...
Nine days later my Mom died of lung and brain cancer.
Three months after that I got pregnant (on purpose) with our second child.
Three months after that I was laid off from the newspaper.
A month after that I started a new job, in a different, but related field.
And six months after that I gave birth to the most beautiful daughter I could've dreamed of.
Life is what happens while you're making other plans - John Lennon was right.
Friday, January 08, 2010
Thursday, April 17, 2008
I'm baaaack
Started with good intentions and then life got in the way...
It's 2 years later and so much has changed, and yet most things are the same. H will turn 4 on April 27...
I've gone back to reporting after 4 years of editing. And am MUCH happier for it.
More later.
Like, for real this time. :)
It's 2 years later and so much has changed, and yet most things are the same. H will turn 4 on April 27...
I've gone back to reporting after 4 years of editing. And am MUCH happier for it.
More later.
Like, for real this time. :)
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Life gets in the way
Oh, all the good intentions I had to update here at least twice a week. Uh. Didn't happen.
Since July too many things to list have happened. So I'll look forward and go from there.
Since July too many things to list have happened. So I'll look forward and go from there.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
It's the little things
Dozens of wooden trains, tracks, and accessories - $500, prolly more
Three Thomas the Tank Engine T-shirts - $36
Happy Meal toy he's fascinated with - $1.99
Figures. *insert eyes rolling*
Three Thomas the Tank Engine T-shirts - $36
Happy Meal toy he's fascinated with - $1.99
Figures. *insert eyes rolling*
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Here I go. Ahem.
Today I woke to the sound of my 2-year-old son's laughter. Deep, belly laughs that made me smile before I even opened my eyes.
"Mommy, UP!" Emphasis on the "p." "Up-Pah!"
His giddiness didn't last long. His inner 2-year-old came out, and it wasn't pretty. In the span of two hours he must have spat out "NO!" 50 times.
I gargled down a half cup of coffee (I'm a corporate whore, I know. It was brewed at home Starbucks). Took my vitamins and pills.
We met friends at the nature museum for a special display of farm animals. I went there many times in my childhood, and had forgotten how cool it is. Definitely gonna go back soon.
H. was fearless in the pen. He wiggled out of my arms and ran to be face to face with the animals. He ran his hands up and down a donkey's coarse mane, giggled as he squatted to pat a pig, and was wide-eyed when he noticed the miniature pony. All birds under two feet in height, he seems to think, are geese. Nevermind these had bright yellow beaks and feet.
While he was ogling the animals, I stood back and soaked up the sight of him. Wide, slender shoulders. Long torso that narrows into slender hips. Long legs. Hair that's the color of straw when the sun hits it.
When he's happy, he runs on his tiptoes. He has one nervous habit - dusting off his hands. When he's tired, he leans his body into my shoulder, puts his head down and blesses my neck with his sweet breath.
I'm in love with that boy.
"Mommy, UP!" Emphasis on the "p." "Up-Pah!"
His giddiness didn't last long. His inner 2-year-old came out, and it wasn't pretty. In the span of two hours he must have spat out "NO!" 50 times.
I gargled down a half cup of coffee (I'm a corporate whore, I know. It was brewed at home Starbucks). Took my vitamins and pills.
We met friends at the nature museum for a special display of farm animals. I went there many times in my childhood, and had forgotten how cool it is. Definitely gonna go back soon.
H. was fearless in the pen. He wiggled out of my arms and ran to be face to face with the animals. He ran his hands up and down a donkey's coarse mane, giggled as he squatted to pat a pig, and was wide-eyed when he noticed the miniature pony. All birds under two feet in height, he seems to think, are geese. Nevermind these had bright yellow beaks and feet.
While he was ogling the animals, I stood back and soaked up the sight of him. Wide, slender shoulders. Long torso that narrows into slender hips. Long legs. Hair that's the color of straw when the sun hits it.
When he's happy, he runs on his tiptoes. He has one nervous habit - dusting off his hands. When he's tired, he leans his body into my shoulder, puts his head down and blesses my neck with his sweet breath.
I'm in love with that boy.
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