The great irony of our journey to parenthood, to me, is the bottle brush that hangs by our sink. We use it almost daily to wash out the Babe’s bottles, but we didn’t buy it for her. We didn’t even …
“You shouldn’t hang knit ties, Wifey, because they stretch out. You have to roll them and store them that way,” he says.…
If this Summer is anything like this Winter (being abnormally warm), the Babe will be prepared. …
I once said I’d never make a quilt. Which was from the beginning a complete lie because I had, in fact, already made one quilt. A crazy quilt. From a huge box of bitty vintage scraps my grandmother had saved. …
I don’t think I would have signed up without Viv doing it, too. I’d never done ballet (or any traditional dance, really) and the closest I come to graceful is when I’m on a crowded dance floor …
Ah, that’s better.
I think the best way to get back into the swing of things is in list-form.
[I will make a rule: I won’t post more than one list a week. I can handle that.]
I am going to take a break this week. At least from writing. …
Yesterday, we bought the Babe a new car seat. ‘Cuz seriously you guys, that kid is getting huge. And don’t tell me, “oh, but you’re just missing her bitty-baby days,” because we weren’t able to be there for …
I am restless.
The future is a big mish-mash of mostly-certain and less-certain and not-certain-at-all.…
I want to write today, but I can’t form an organized enough thought to do anything other than a list. Still, lists are fun sometimes, too.
–Taylor loves quilts. And kilts. And woolens. And anything knit or crocheted. I knit. …
“Oh, Anne–congratulations! You must just be on cloud nine. How exciting–it’s finally over.”
I’ve been getting that a lot lately.…
Babes and I have spent some time at the park this week. …