As month two of the summer of typing with one hand draws to a close, it occurred to me that it would be a perfect day to sing A-Ha to a baby. I do this in public while she’s riding in her sling since I have no more shame. I’m already covered in spit-up, so [...]
It’s that special time of the week when a baby likes to read the real estate section of the Times and laugh at the articles about people hunting for apartments. Can you imagine that people really have to do that? Wow. It must only happen to people in New York. Quelle terrible, New York. Some [...]
Someone is sprawled in my lap farting right now, and I’m not even getting paid by the hour! What is this strangely scented world coming to? Share:
One week after Bastille Day (ce n’est pas Bastille Day), a baby achieved five weeks of breathing. A baby had seen better weeks, what with having the little thing that holds her tongue in her mouth removed and all. Long story, but she did really well, and the people at Children’s Hospital were very nice [...]
In this frame, a baby was amused by Anderson Cooper’s hair. Last night, the baby went to a wedding. She wore a fetching outfit and slept in a sling all night, meaning I got to eat with both hands. Other babies in attendance loudly disgraced themselves during the toast, and Mr. H leaned over and [...]
About two weeks ago, I informed Mr. H that it was Canada Day. “What? Is that why all those French people are driving around waving flags out of their cut-suspension Renaults?” “No, honey, you’re thinking of Bastille Day.” And here we are! C’est Bastille Day. Also known as “A baby has been alive for four [...]
It’s amazing how somone under 7 pounds can make two adults with a combined 61 years of life experience feel totally incompetent at times. Mr. H does not know how a kimono works, but the baby forgave him after a withering stare. Or maybe she got distracted by her own hand. We can’t be sure. [...]
